SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He’s about to respond to their comment of creative furies – something Sunjata had never not experienced. After all, the scar along the side of his face is proof enough that his own father wanted him to suffer with a reminder of his handiwork, of his failures. What he doesn’t expect is for them to tell him he’d sacrificed a lot – an acknowledgement that’s so rarely shown, especially from strangers that it short circuits him a few moments and he simply watches them a few heartbeats longer. “I suppose I have.” His accented rumble stumbles out of him, awkward and unsure.
His steel gaze, shrouded in a hint of storms at the memory begins to narrow as their hand drifts toward that shrine, but Sunjata makes no move to ask – he wants to simply observe, letting the calming waters of Frey’s Breath relieve the tension on the wing of his dragon shift that his father had snapped what felt like ages ago. “I understand.” He offers them, returning his stormy gaze toward the shaman. “I was reckless when I first arrived here. I wanted to be something more and yet – everything became so much more complicated because of it. Being Frey’s demigod has been perhaps one of the least complicating agreements I’ve made.” This is said with a small huff of a laugh, a hint unamused, but truthful.
His steel gaze, shrouded in a hint of storms at the memory begins to narrow as their hand drifts toward that shrine, but Sunjata makes no move to ask – he wants to simply observe, letting the calming waters of Frey’s Breath relieve the tension on the wing of his dragon shift that his father had snapped what felt like ages ago. “I understand.” He offers them, returning his stormy gaze toward the shaman. “I was reckless when I first arrived here. I wanted to be something more and yet – everything became so much more complicated because of it. Being Frey’s demigod has been perhaps one of the least complicating agreements I’ve made.” This is said with a small huff of a laugh, a hint unamused, but truthful.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
