SUNJATA
when I go into that ground
i won't go quietly, i'm bringing my crown
A rogue grin is sent Loren’s way before he shrugs. “A few.” He pauses, contemplating. “My city was formed for laws, we made the judges and the juries, those that enforced and guarded.” He hums thoughtfully, eyeing Loren from the side for a moment. “And I was the ruler’s son. So what did I do? I rebelled, of course.” Another charming grin, avoid going the grit and details for another time. “My father placed me out to enforce the slums for a few months, trying to figure out what this underground gathering was about. But I joined them instead.” He shrugs, as if to say if you couldn’t tell, I live for the thrill.
But he listens at Loren’s interest in his meeting with Frey, and his head tilts slightly. “Uneventful, really. Called me blue-eyes.” He chuckles. Of course, he had always thought his eyes hit a bit more grey with hints of blue than a sharp, bright blue, but he wasn’t one for arguing with a god on that matter. And besides, he only ever saw through them rather than looking at them all day. So what did the man really know anyway?
Still, he shrugs as he listens to Loren’s homes, finding and seeking the parallels of his own home. But he speaks of the sea and Sunjata’s head tilts and brow raises with a grin. “What I wouldn’t give to see the ocean again.” He admits, far more beautiful than the flood waters that would occur back home. Sunjata was a swimmer, and he’d give up almost anything just to be in the sea, to see what it’s all about, to enjoy and indulge. But he nods regardless, swallowing down the thoughts for later. “The wall sounds awful though.” He shrugs with a light smile.
But he listens at Loren’s interest in his meeting with Frey, and his head tilts slightly. “Uneventful, really. Called me blue-eyes.” He chuckles. Of course, he had always thought his eyes hit a bit more grey with hints of blue than a sharp, bright blue, but he wasn’t one for arguing with a god on that matter. And besides, he only ever saw through them rather than looking at them all day. So what did the man really know anyway?
Still, he shrugs as he listens to Loren’s homes, finding and seeking the parallels of his own home. But he speaks of the sea and Sunjata’s head tilts and brow raises with a grin. “What I wouldn’t give to see the ocean again.” He admits, far more beautiful than the flood waters that would occur back home. Sunjata was a swimmer, and he’d give up almost anything just to be in the sea, to see what it’s all about, to enjoy and indulge. But he nods regardless, swallowing down the thoughts for later. “The wall sounds awful though.” He shrugs with a light smile.
and when I go into the ground
they gotta bury me, bury me face down
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.
