SuNjATA
the flood
Ah, well that’s a very literal description isn’t it? A snort leaves him before he explains Haai’s name, as the other man says it in exclamation, and the griffin can’t help but to be summoned, waking from the nest from a small tiny nap, she aims to descend onto the man’s shoulder, then to his arm, bright emerald eyes looking up at him as if to say ‘yes, you called?’
Sunjata’s gaze lingers on Kai as he speaks, mentioning what his name is, what it means, and curiously asking what the meaning of his name means in Korofi, and a crooked smile crosses Sunjata’s face at that. “krag van die oseaan.” He offers with a hum of amusement lingering in his voice. “My name’s Sunjata. It means hungry lion.” A shrug, though now there’s a certain amount of irony that he feels under the fact he can become a panther… but not a lion, when it’s what his name literally means.
Ah well. At Kai’s offer, Sunjata nods, reaching for his rake again. “That’d be great.” He steps away from Kaimana, reaching for another tool he had brought, a broom to brush the mud and dust from the porches, the smaller pieces while he picks up the larger bits that are in the way. “So… How do you know so much about all of us if you haven’t been here before?” Because part of him wonders if the man had been here before, he’d know about LongNight, about the terrible things. And he’s certainly not an Outlander, with the knowledge he has.
Sunjata’s gaze lingers on Kai as he speaks, mentioning what his name is, what it means, and curiously asking what the meaning of his name means in Korofi, and a crooked smile crosses Sunjata’s face at that. “krag van die oseaan.” He offers with a hum of amusement lingering in his voice. “My name’s Sunjata. It means hungry lion.” A shrug, though now there’s a certain amount of irony that he feels under the fact he can become a panther… but not a lion, when it’s what his name literally means.
Ah well. At Kai’s offer, Sunjata nods, reaching for his rake again. “That’d be great.” He steps away from Kaimana, reaching for another tool he had brought, a broom to brush the mud and dust from the porches, the smaller pieces while he picks up the larger bits that are in the way. “So… How do you know so much about all of us if you haven’t been here before?” Because part of him wonders if the man had been here before, he’d know about LongNight, about the terrible things. And he’s certainly not an Outlander, with the knowledge he has.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
