SUNJATA
He doesn’t miss the wrinkle of her nose at the mention of the name, snickering quietly to himself at the rage this girl must have for the other before he tilts his head. “Your father and I were from Korofi. Kiada’s name comes from Dorobo.” He explains easily, as if he’s flipping through the pages of a book. “Korofi is east of it, and we didn’t often get along.” He says as if it’s any consideration that it might just be more than experience with the girl to create such hate — perhaps it was in their blood too. But he grows quiet again, waiting for her to repeat the insults.
And she repeats them with such fervor that he can’t help the wide white grin that spreads across his face without abandonment. “Perfect.” He chuckles in response, sitting up a bit further in the water while his shirt clings to the grooves and dips of his body. Her question keeps his grin alive as he considers. “Teef.” He tells her with another mischievous smirk. “And you can string them together however you like, though some words sound similar to the common tongue here.” He informs her with a small tilt to his head. “But if you want to insult her to her face, I think kutomba wewe is fuck you in the Dorobian language, provided she knows it.” He snorts, giving her a quiet grin — a fan to her flames.
And she repeats them with such fervor that he can’t help the wide white grin that spreads across his face without abandonment. “Perfect.” He chuckles in response, sitting up a bit further in the water while his shirt clings to the grooves and dips of his body. Her question keeps his grin alive as he considers. “Teef.” He tells her with another mischievous smirk. “And you can string them together however you like, though some words sound similar to the common tongue here.” He informs her with a small tilt to his head. “But if you want to insult her to her face, I think kutomba wewe is fuck you in the Dorobian language, provided she knows it.” He snorts, giving her a quiet grin — a fan to her flames.
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.
