SUNJATA
the flood
He should realize he’s stepped over the border into the Greatwood from the Grounds – but with as lost in thought he is, it hasn’t quite registered yet. He hasn’t noticed the lush greenery around him nor the way the trees seem to warp and shift, all he knows is that he’s followed a path specifically to lose himself in, thinking it was just a continuation of the woodlands from the Grounds.
Only when he stops and actually looks around that he realizes he’s lost for the moment, and an audible and tired “Fuck.” Leaves his lips, a hand running through his hair, a huff of a sigh as he goes to turn around and stare back down the path he’d come, before his steel gaze drifts toward the sky. Maybe, just maybe, he can get his bearings if he’s high enough.
So he shifts to his Pegasus shift, a lesser threatening one, and the pale white and blue winged equine starts heading down the path he’d just come up, searching for a clearing that he might be able to break the treetops to figure out where he is better.
Only when he stops and actually looks around that he realizes he’s lost for the moment, and an audible and tired “Fuck.” Leaves his lips, a hand running through his hair, a huff of a sigh as he goes to turn around and stare back down the path he’d come, before his steel gaze drifts toward the sky. Maybe, just maybe, he can get his bearings if he’s high enough.
So he shifts to his Pegasus shift, a lesser threatening one, and the pale white and blue winged equine starts heading down the path he’d just come up, searching for a clearing that he might be able to break the treetops to figure out where he is better.
I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
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.
