SuNjATA
the flood
He returns with the fish in hand, approaching Isla as she seems to sunbathe amongst the hot sands. But since his departure, there’s plenty of items they needed in order to make this work. He holds both of the fish by their tails and holds them out to her with a small smile. “When there’s no sharks, it’s a blast out there.” He teases her, winking as he shows her his leg with the crescent shaped scars puckering along the muscles.
But he steps over to the parchment paper and items, sets the fish down and produces a knife so that they can cut the twine that ties it. “Sooo, how does this work?” He asks, taking a seat in the warm sand as the sun starts to dry the saltwater along his shoulders and back, drying in his hair.
But he steps over to the parchment paper and items, sets the fish down and produces a knife so that they can cut the twine that ties it. “Sooo, how does this work?” He asks, taking a seat in the warm sand as the sun starts to dry the saltwater along his shoulders and back, drying in his hair.
would you run away with me?
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.
