SUNJATA
His head tilts when she asks if they’d gone to war against each other, and he ponders on it for a moment before he responds. “A few times.” He says with a mischievous grin and a huff of laughter. But then the man leans forward on crossed legs in the water to lean toward her as though he’s telling her a secret. His hand even lifts to the side of his mouth as he looks to her. “We always had the upper hand.” He tells her with another light chuckle, hands dropping back down into the water for support as he leans back on them.
But he listens to her explain why she doesn’t like Kiada, and he finds himself understanding. For all the trash his home had given him, he finds that he misses it. And that if someone had a hand in destroying it, he’d probably be upset as well. And the thought of his sister succumbing to such things? Even worse. His lips form a small frown and he nods in understanding. “Yeah that’s fucking terrible.” He rumbles as he looks away a brief moment. The only attachment to home for him was his sister now, his lover having been killed, friends turning on friends. It had been ruthless and brutal, but he had managed the best way he knew how. And it wasn’t by destroying the very dirt he stood on.
She grows happy to speak the curses though, and it fills him with something like pride as he chuckles with her as she strings them along. “Msaliti is traitor in Dorobian. It’s also verraaier in ours.” He rumbles with a light smirk, uncertain what other kind of words she’d like to know. But he’d be content all day teaching this young woman his language of telling people to go fuck themselves without them realizing it.
But he listens to her explain why she doesn’t like Kiada, and he finds himself understanding. For all the trash his home had given him, he finds that he misses it. And that if someone had a hand in destroying it, he’d probably be upset as well. And the thought of his sister succumbing to such things? Even worse. His lips form a small frown and he nods in understanding. “Yeah that’s fucking terrible.” He rumbles as he looks away a brief moment. The only attachment to home for him was his sister now, his lover having been killed, friends turning on friends. It had been ruthless and brutal, but he had managed the best way he knew how. And it wasn’t by destroying the very dirt he stood on.
She grows happy to speak the curses though, and it fills him with something like pride as he chuckles with her as she strings them along. “Msaliti is traitor in Dorobian. It’s also verraaier in ours.” He rumbles with a light smirk, uncertain what other kind of words she’d like to know. But he’d be content all day teaching this young woman his language of telling people to go fuck themselves without them realizing it.
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.
