SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“You certainly don’t.” Sunjata chuckles with, shaking his head and moves to sit up more fully in the sand to watch the companions, drawing his knees up to his chest to rest his arms around. Haai stays on her back at first, letting Astra sniff her underside, a small yip following the bleat of excitement at the puff of fire. But as Astra drops to the sand, Haai hops over onto her side and play bows toward Astra, feathered tail wiggling in just as much excitement before darting toward the Luxere in the attempts to play something akin to tag before running along the sand.
At this, Sunjata’s gaze turns back to Loren roughly around the same time. “First thing she did when she hatched was bite my hand.” He says, though he’s sure he’s told Loren that once before. “Her name means Shark.” A wry smirk crosses his face to that, seeing as she’s anything but one, aside from the whole deal of biting.
At this, Sunjata’s gaze turns back to Loren roughly around the same time. “First thing she did when she hatched was bite my hand.” He says, though he’s sure he’s told Loren that once before. “Her name means Shark.” A wry smirk crosses his face to that, seeing as she’s anything but one, aside from the whole deal of biting.
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.
