SUNJATA
A quiet nod is given back to Jigano, not willing to go through the whole nitty gritty details of it all to explain aside from just a name. “A girl named Melita.” He doesn’t know if he’s met Melita or not, doesn’t know much of the girls time here, but the girl has helped him in numerous ways in his short time here already.
Still, the events of what has happened keep the bags beneath his eyes, kept the exhaustion permanent in his features. A slight shrug, gaze drifting down to his hands, absently running a hand along the Devil’s Advocates bracelet, one he had made for her too when she had joined. But that seemed like forever ago – but he hadn’t had enough time. Never enough time. She had come back for two seasons.
It wasn’t enough.
He offers another small nod to Jigano. “Yeah.” Shifting his shirt slightly to reveal the flamed arrow tattoo over his heart. “She also has one of an ocean wave in the same place.” Just in case it helped. He didn’t know what helped or not. He didn’t even know where to start here in Caido. So he focuses on the mud at least.
“I was hoping to maybe find some tracks or something. She may have been taken? All of her things are still here aside from her.” Another sigh of some frustration. If he’d only been there. He should know better. It wasn’t the first time she’d been taken from him.
He drifts off, partially in thought, aimlessly watching the magic work with a pang in his chest. A nod of understanding before he shifts again into the panther form, working on another section, rolling and making a sort of mudman base out of it all. And while Sunjata typically preferred to remain as presentable as possible, when it came to something like this he finds all the cares he has about it slip away.
Still, the events of what has happened keep the bags beneath his eyes, kept the exhaustion permanent in his features. A slight shrug, gaze drifting down to his hands, absently running a hand along the Devil’s Advocates bracelet, one he had made for her too when she had joined. But that seemed like forever ago – but he hadn’t had enough time. Never enough time. She had come back for two seasons.
It wasn’t enough.
He offers another small nod to Jigano. “Yeah.” Shifting his shirt slightly to reveal the flamed arrow tattoo over his heart. “She also has one of an ocean wave in the same place.” Just in case it helped. He didn’t know what helped or not. He didn’t even know where to start here in Caido. So he focuses on the mud at least.
“I was hoping to maybe find some tracks or something. She may have been taken? All of her things are still here aside from her.” Another sigh of some frustration. If he’d only been there. He should know better. It wasn’t the first time she’d been taken from him.
He drifts off, partially in thought, aimlessly watching the magic work with a pang in his chest. A nod of understanding before he shifts again into the panther form, working on another section, rolling and making a sort of mudman base out of it all. And while Sunjata typically preferred to remain as presentable as possible, when it came to something like this he finds all the cares he has about it slip away.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
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.
