SUNJATA
She listens diligently as he tells his tale to her, of the man with scarlet ringed eyes with a crooked nose from the fights he’d start, of the long red hair that draped near his shoulders. But Gaal has also had a lot of fire within him, a warrior of sorts, and something within Sunjata wondered how he had managed it before Saar and he had fled — taking down the Goliath.
The Hungry Lion has taken down the Large Vulture. And yet, there was no longer pride that sat in his belly at it. Only perhaps surprise that he had bore another child somehow, wondering if the girl before him even cared. He shivers lightly as Melita tells him of her mother and her sister, and he nods before offering a quiet solace. “I am sorry.” He means it to an extent but he didn’t know her, didn’t know them, didn’t particularly care much about it. People lived and people died, and that’s just how the world worked.
At least he hoped when he died someone would talk about him too, despite how much of an asshole he could be.
But she poises the question he thinks of toward him and his eyes snap back to her, raising his shoulders in a shrug. “Because he was supposed to marry my sister.” He puts it simply before frowning, hoping his sister had still managed to be okay on her own. “And his half brother was one of my best friends.” He snorts with a shake of his head, tilting it back to look at the sky. “Sometimes you sit and wonder why you’ve become the way you are, and chalk it up to your parents. But if you don’t know one of them it makes it hard to find out what parts you got and didn’t.” He offers with a smidge or sensitivity before exhaling loudly.
“Gaal was all fury and fire. Suave and power. If I’m being honest I hated him. I used to be the one to fight him back.” There’s a slight smirk that crosses his face, memories of blue melding with orange like flame, melding with the scarlet hue of blood and bruised knuckles.
The Hungry Lion has taken down the Large Vulture. And yet, there was no longer pride that sat in his belly at it. Only perhaps surprise that he had bore another child somehow, wondering if the girl before him even cared. He shivers lightly as Melita tells him of her mother and her sister, and he nods before offering a quiet solace. “I am sorry.” He means it to an extent but he didn’t know her, didn’t know them, didn’t particularly care much about it. People lived and people died, and that’s just how the world worked.
At least he hoped when he died someone would talk about him too, despite how much of an asshole he could be.
But she poises the question he thinks of toward him and his eyes snap back to her, raising his shoulders in a shrug. “Because he was supposed to marry my sister.” He puts it simply before frowning, hoping his sister had still managed to be okay on her own. “And his half brother was one of my best friends.” He snorts with a shake of his head, tilting it back to look at the sky. “Sometimes you sit and wonder why you’ve become the way you are, and chalk it up to your parents. But if you don’t know one of them it makes it hard to find out what parts you got and didn’t.” He offers with a smidge or sensitivity before exhaling loudly.
“Gaal was all fury and fire. Suave and power. If I’m being honest I hated him. I used to be the one to fight him back.” There’s a slight smirk that crosses his face, memories of blue melding with orange like flame, melding with the scarlet hue of blood and bruised knuckles.
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.
