SuNjATA
the flood
It was like a rabid animal, a change in the person that overrode the basic instincts and changed them into something else. But he pays attention with a quiet sigh to the demi-god as he comments about he roses, and he nods in understanding. To remove the threat, to destroy it and remain in the darkness that was the blight. But as Kai asks him if he destroyed any, he shakes his head.
“I wanted to, but it didn’t get bad enough for me to actually do it.” He offers unhelpfully. “I did plant one before the symptoms started showing. Got attacked while doing so, but.” He trails off a bit offhandedly, uncertain where that conversation will go, and so he lets it go unless Kaimana asks a question that continues it.
“I wanted to, but it didn’t get bad enough for me to actually do it.” He offers unhelpfully. “I did plant one before the symptoms started showing. Got attacked while doing so, but.” He trails off a bit offhandedly, uncertain where that conversation will go, and so he lets it go unless Kaimana asks a question that continues it.
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.
