// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
It has been a long road of traveling so far, but Sunjata doesn’t mind. He’s got most of the entertainment he could need — good conversation from the Dragoon and amusement from the way he continues to try and practice using the chakram. But they get closer to the scene of the crime and Sunjata starts to prod for more information, wondering how far into the investigation they were. And if it’s been too long, the chances of creatures and rain in this part of the Oerwoud would certainly have damaged anything left behind.
But he leaves those questions behind, at the top of his tongue for when they get there, carrying the bag of holding on his back as they wander through the overgrown trails leading toward the destination Koa’s searching for. “At least we haven’t come across more of those spiders.” Sunjata rumbles, his nose wrinkling in distaste, but relieved to see that there’s no cloud spiders around.
But he leaves those questions behind, at the top of his tongue for when they get there, carrying the bag of holding on his back as they wander through the overgrown trails leading toward the destination Koa’s searching for. “At least we haven’t come across more of those spiders.” Sunjata rumbles, his nose wrinkling in distaste, but relieved to see that there’s no cloud spiders around.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
SUNJATA
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.
