SUNJATA
She hangs her head and replies with a sentence he wished wasn’t true, but he sighs lightly to himself and moves to sit in the water, letting it reach his chest and dampen his clothes while the sun peeked from behind the clouds. “I think I know of him.” He rumbles to her, alluding to knowing him offhandedly — not being the one to cause the crooked nose, the bruises and blood, the suaveness with words.
But the way she hangs her head makes him suck in a breath at the sight, and his steel eyes linger on her briefly before they drop to the small waves that reach his chest and break against him. “He was the son of a head of house from the city I’m from. The house of Arms. His name is Graasvoel.” He tells her with an attempt to get the word to spread, to distract her, to see how she reacts.
“Graasvoel Kahare.” He rumbles as he remembers the details. “His mother wasn’t noble born, but his father was. He was set to rule but took more interest with the ladies and starting wars than being of any use to his father.” Not like Sunjata was any different, and that was how he got into the situation with his sister having to marry the man. “We called him Gaal, because he was tall like I am but dense. Like a Goliath.”
But the way she hangs her head makes him suck in a breath at the sight, and his steel eyes linger on her briefly before they drop to the small waves that reach his chest and break against him. “He was the son of a head of house from the city I’m from. The house of Arms. His name is Graasvoel.” He tells her with an attempt to get the word to spread, to distract her, to see how she reacts.
“Graasvoel Kahare.” He rumbles as he remembers the details. “His mother wasn’t noble born, but his father was. He was set to rule but took more interest with the ladies and starting wars than being of any use to his father.” Not like Sunjata was any different, and that was how he got into the situation with his sister having to marry the man. “We called him Gaal, because he was tall like I am but dense. Like a Goliath.”
the deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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.
