SUNJATA
the flood
so put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
And so, he goes on, barraging forward from the statement made, hoping that he can clear it up – hoping that she believes him. His gaze drops from her face to the notebook, flipping through the pages until he lands on the first few notes made. A notebook kept hidden from everyone, typically on his person or in a safe space. “I thought it was just… Leafchange hallucinations but they continued. I tried to get medicine for it but it ended up being some hallucinogenic.” Long story short, it made things worse.
His tone remains flat, however, hurt and pained internally even if he tries to hide it, tries to ingrain some of those Korofi teachings into his breathing, into getting his mind and face schooled into something neutral. “So it got worse. But he’s here. Different… His face looks different every time I see him but his voice is the same. I found him in the wilds. He…” His dragon wings flare out of his back, the broken one drooped as if he can’t find the will in him to lift it up. “Broke my wing. He’s the one that left the… Body in the Slagveld.” Muscles feather in his jaw. “No one has been able to find him off the description I’ve given.” Not before, not the Ark crew Jack had offered. “He shows up when opportune.” He breathes, a shuddering sigh.
“He attacked Vai, Melita. Left her on the doorstep. I- Everyone thinks I did it because I sound like him.” This is quiet, reserved, as if he spoke any louder his voice might snap and break, and his face is pale as he looks down to the notebook, the worn pages, his korofi written out within.
His tone remains flat, however, hurt and pained internally even if he tries to hide it, tries to ingrain some of those Korofi teachings into his breathing, into getting his mind and face schooled into something neutral. “So it got worse. But he’s here. Different… His face looks different every time I see him but his voice is the same. I found him in the wilds. He…” His dragon wings flare out of his back, the broken one drooped as if he can’t find the will in him to lift it up. “Broke my wing. He’s the one that left the… Body in the Slagveld.” Muscles feather in his jaw. “No one has been able to find him off the description I’ve given.” Not before, not the Ark crew Jack had offered. “He shows up when opportune.” He breathes, a shuddering sigh.
“He attacked Vai, Melita. Left her on the doorstep. I- Everyone thinks I did it because I sound like him.” This is quiet, reserved, as if he spoke any louder his voice might snap and break, and his face is pale as he looks down to the notebook, the worn pages, his korofi written out within.
there's a darkness up ahead
i will see you where the shadow ends
i will see you where the shadow ends
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.
