SUNJATA
the flood
but is this what you want? what you wanted?
do you need love? am i enough for you?
do you need love? am i enough for you?
“Something like that.” Sunjata replies, gaze lifting to Delta as she reaches out to grab the manta, a dark brow raising as if he’s questioning what the point of the whole thing is. He’d made sure it was dead before releasing it – and while he might have been described as a monster once or twice, it was rarely against animals that didn’t deserve to suffer. So instead, he watches her while he clutches the crystal, steel gaze following as she grows surprised as his lower half shifts while his face remains the same – impassive, a dark brow raised, silently questioning it.
“Not all can, depends on what shifts they have.” He offers, evening out a bit in the surf, tail curling against the current ever so slightly. But that’s not why he’s staying – he’s staying for the information that Delta might have for Sunjata – a question that had better be worth it for him to try and find the time to talk to Remi about it.
So when she begins to explain, the brow that’s raised furrows slightly, head tilting as he considers her. “Why wouldn’t you be okay?” He repeats, confused entirely. “And why wouldn’t you be safe?” A little bit of elaboration would be required, the uncertainty of what even spurred this on. Surely they would be safe, wouldn’t they? They’d been around for how long with the threat of the volcano and the people of Torchline milling about. What changed?
“Not all can, depends on what shifts they have.” He offers, evening out a bit in the surf, tail curling against the current ever so slightly. But that’s not why he’s staying – he’s staying for the information that Delta might have for Sunjata – a question that had better be worth it for him to try and find the time to talk to Remi about it.
So when she begins to explain, the brow that’s raised furrows slightly, head tilting as he considers her. “Why wouldn’t you be okay?” He repeats, confused entirely. “And why wouldn’t you be safe?” A little bit of elaboration would be required, the uncertainty of what even spurred this on. Surely they would be safe, wouldn’t they? They’d been around for how long with the threat of the volcano and the people of Torchline milling about. What changed?
in time you'll find i've got my baggage too
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.
