SUNJATA
the flood
He nods quietly – Safrin’s always there in spirit with him. There wasn’t a moment that went by where he didn’t feel close to his chosen goddess. And if he ever came close to forgetting? The starry tattoos on his arms that shift and twinkle as a reflection of the night sky was always there to remind him. So when Saiden speaks next, of why he’d leave his gifts with Sunjata’s, the Flood can’t help the slick smirk that crosses his face as he leans his head back to rest against the stone of the lighthouse, head tilting to look back at the cook. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m one of her chosen. Might have more of a chance.” A wiggle of his eyebrows is met with more amusement, a snicker slipping from his throat.
But the question of if he’s alright? Well that’s another situation. He takes a deep inhale, exhaling it sharply and loudly before he shrugs tattooed shoulders. “Everyone says I’m sick. Sometimes it feels like it sometimes it doesn’t. Don’t know.” Comes the next shrug, a shake of his head as his eyes slip shut from the starry skies above.
But the question of if he’s alright? Well that’s another situation. He takes a deep inhale, exhaling it sharply and loudly before he shrugs tattooed shoulders. “Everyone says I’m sick. Sometimes it feels like it sometimes it doesn’t. Don’t know.” Comes the next shrug, a shake of his head as his eyes slip shut from the starry skies above.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
