SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
There’s something nostalgic, but in a separate way, of Sunjata’s visit to the temple. Typically he’d arrive here on the heels of offering some prayer to Safrin, but that had been years ago. Back before he’d moved to Torchline and ruled for a time, before he’d stepped down and moved to the wilds of King’s End to get away from it all. And now? With whatever happened in Stormbreak that he’s unaware of thus far, he finds himself at the Temple, biding his time in the Grounds until Nate’s hopeful return.
He takes notice of the shorter woman, the demigods stature drawing him up a foot taller than her. But he doesn’t intend to comment toward her, not until he hears her utter – a feat made easier with one of the sets of earrings in his ears. The gilded hEARS making it much easier to register whispers and mutterings. The other set of earrings, though, dangle and are silver, hovering a few inches above his tattooed and scarred shoulders.
Sunjata, however, has always been relatively extroverted, finding himself drifting toward her and the notice board with interest. “What’s strange?” He asks, leaning in to read the recent notice board posts, trying to pinpoint which was the strangest on it for the stranger.
He takes notice of the shorter woman, the demigods stature drawing him up a foot taller than her. But he doesn’t intend to comment toward her, not until he hears her utter – a feat made easier with one of the sets of earrings in his ears. The gilded hEARS making it much easier to register whispers and mutterings. The other set of earrings, though, dangle and are silver, hovering a few inches above his tattooed and scarred shoulders.
Sunjata, however, has always been relatively extroverted, finding himself drifting toward her and the notice board with interest. “What’s strange?” He asks, leaning in to read the recent notice board posts, trying to pinpoint which was the strangest on it for the stranger.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
