they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
His arms fold across his chest as he leans back, eyes lingering on her warily. She turns her head to him and he can see some clarity, can see the way she contemplated his question rather than fiendish replies, striking toward the bars in an attempt. Sunjata was no stranger to prisons, had often filled them himself before he was on the inside of it. But a prison like this in Caido was something else, especially as she tells him how she’s fairing.
And he grits his teeth slightly. “Who were first afflicted. Meaning it’ll take longer for those after?” He suggests, a small amount of a bite to his tone, shaking fingers digging into the sleeves of his jacket and furs. He sighs quietly pushing the thoughts and feelings away the best he can.
“Do you remember it?” He asks abruptly. Everything you did? Everything that happened?
And he grits his teeth slightly. “Who were first afflicted. Meaning it’ll take longer for those after?” He suggests, a small amount of a bite to his tone, shaking fingers digging into the sleeves of his jacket and furs. He sighs quietly pushing the thoughts and feelings away the best he can.
“Do you remember it?” He asks abruptly. Everything you did? Everything that happened?
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
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.
