SuNjATA
the flood
Kaimana drifts closer, almost as though he’s inspecting, and Sunjata stills to let the demi-god peer at him. “I’m not sure how I got it.” He offers unhelpfully. “The girl I was with had it though. Longer than I did. It got to her more.” He rumbles, reaching up unconsciously to rub at the scar on his shoulder, a small place where the tattoo that lined his skin wasn’t entirely there anymore. “Mood swings, lots of anger, hopelessness. I don’t think I passed it on.” His face scrunches up with the memory. “No lingering effects either. But more people had it worse and longer than I did, where they were almost rabid, not themselves. They’d do things they wouldn’t normally do.”
He, too, had done things he wouldn’t normally do.
Yet he watches Kai begin to pace, informing him that since he was an outlander he likely didn’t have a natural immunity, and he nods slightly. “The roses.” He murmurs under his breath. “The worst blighted ones kept trying to destroy the roses.” He offers a bit offhandedly.
He, too, had done things he wouldn’t normally do.
Yet he watches Kai begin to pace, informing him that since he was an outlander he likely didn’t have a natural immunity, and he nods slightly. “The roses.” He murmurs under his breath. “The worst blighted ones kept trying to destroy the roses.” He offers a bit offhandedly.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
