SUNJATA
Gone without a trace it seemed. Her things had remained strewn around their home, and while she had an adventurer’s heart, she’d never strayed from home for this long, not so unprepared, not without telling him. And so he’s become somewhat of a mess, unable to sleep, unable to focus on anything unless it involved the possibilities of where she’d gone. And the mud? The mud outside he had thought would be a good sign, to see for tracks, to follow a scent, but alas it hadn’t been.
Not since the mud moved and what not. It never retained its shape.
He looks better, more put together in his panther form – and at this point he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of him. At least this way he doesn’t have the bags under his eyes, the perpetual exhaustion to his tall posture. This way, perhaps he can take out some of the frustration on said mud, pushing it away from the Domiciles, away from their home, away from the Devil’s Advocates, away from the traces of her before it devours what he has left, whole.
And so he starts, along the walkway past their house, finding one particularly large ball of mud, and begins to roll it with both paws and body, uncaring as it sticks in his dark fur. All the while, Haai has remained curled up along his back, having made her home there in an attempt to try and comfort him to these new sensations.
Not since the mud moved and what not. It never retained its shape.
He looks better, more put together in his panther form – and at this point he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of him. At least this way he doesn’t have the bags under his eyes, the perpetual exhaustion to his tall posture. This way, perhaps he can take out some of the frustration on said mud, pushing it away from the Domiciles, away from their home, away from the Devil’s Advocates, away from the traces of her before it devours what he has left, whole.
And so he starts, along the walkway past their house, finding one particularly large ball of mud, and begins to roll it with both paws and body, uncaring as it sticks in his dark fur. All the while, Haai has remained curled up along his back, having made her home there in an attempt to try and comfort him to these new sensations.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
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.
