SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
The sandbar was an interesting piece of land, once the tide swept away. Colorful coral and seaglass, shaped in what looked like small cathedrals, the briefest hum of a melody from the back of his mind while the wind swept through, lapping waves against the sand. It was peaceful, in a way, away from everything and everyone. The sun was beginning to set, sinking low in the sky but still vibrant against the world around him, and he’s half tempted to remain in his macaw form, to fly along overhead and see how far it goes.
But no, the man’s too attached to the ocean, to the salt that sticks to his skin with every battering breeze, and so he remains along the sandbar in nothing more than a pair of pants. Shoes and shirt hoarded by Haai on the edge of where he’d started, focusing on the hymn from around him as well as the departing sun.
But no, the man’s too attached to the ocean, to the salt that sticks to his skin with every battering breeze, and so he remains along the sandbar in nothing more than a pair of pants. Shoes and shirt hoarded by Haai on the edge of where he’d started, focusing on the hymn from around him as well as the departing sun.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
