SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
It’s the calm before the storm, as it were. He’s rested a bit in Torchline but he still looks somewhat ragged, bags heavy around his eyes but a lightness to his figure that he hasn’t held in what feels like years. It’s better than the lightness of before, because now he feels no strings attached. His attention is focused on the future again, what it might hold, rather than the sinking feeling of each day passing.
He’s back at the coast, at the ocean that tempts him, drawn into the choppy waves of the storm in the distance that approaches. But he isn’t alone, drawing the attention of two, playful pink dolphins, and a cloud manta in their curiosity. He keeps mostly to himself, bracing against the cold with the partial shifts of his orca form. Nearer to the beach but not so close that he beaches his newfound friends.
And he relaxes. For the first time in a long while.
He’s back at the coast, at the ocean that tempts him, drawn into the choppy waves of the storm in the distance that approaches. But he isn’t alone, drawing the attention of two, playful pink dolphins, and a cloud manta in their curiosity. He keeps mostly to himself, bracing against the cold with the partial shifts of his orca form. Nearer to the beach but not so close that he beaches his newfound friends.
And he relaxes. For the first time in a long while.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
