SUNJATA
the flood
I could. He agrees with a twinge of internal annoyance. He could shift to a bat or a bird and figure his way out of here, but without the hooves of his Pegasus shift it felt more prone and more open — more likely to be ambushed. And given Remi’s next statement he cocks his head, his multihued mane falling with the gesture, he thinks he might have picked right.
There’s a sense of apprehension as he makes it finally into the clearing yet closer to Remi but he can’t quite draw away yet. All things considered being what exactly? He asks, fanning out his wings, waiting a moment longer as one loose feather flies from his wings and floats harmlessly into the mossy growth beneath a tree as his eyes skate back to the predator. Because of what I did with Frey or because I came from the Grounds? Fraternizing with the Ascended, perhaps? Or was it something else?
There’s a sense of apprehension as he makes it finally into the clearing yet closer to Remi but he can’t quite draw away yet. All things considered being what exactly? He asks, fanning out his wings, waiting a moment longer as one loose feather flies from his wings and floats harmlessly into the mossy growth beneath a tree as his eyes skate back to the predator. Because of what I did with Frey or because I came from the Grounds? Fraternizing with the Ascended, perhaps? Or was it something else?
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.
