SuNjATA
the flood
As Oliver emerges, Sunjata’s gaze lingers on the fox with some small amount of regret and partial frustration. The panther had fully given into his instincts, it’s why he’d gone after the fox in the first place, but he nods and remains silent as Oliver clamors over his extended hand to settle along the palm of his hand. Bracing himself briefly to stand, Sunjata holds Oliver close to his chest in an effort to better grasp the small fox, his other hand scratching lightly at the pale fur behind his large ears.
Sunjata focuses on the next comment that Oliver grants, while they walk toward the bar he’d made, imagining some warm food, a drink or two, and a bed would be what Oliver needed. “A ball of mud and my teeth around your throat are a quite different things.” He rumbles out loud, his uncertainties extenuating in a pair of spiral antlers that extend from his skull, tilting back as a crown of sorts as the man glances down to the fox. “Sorry I scared you.”
Sunjata focuses on the next comment that Oliver grants, while they walk toward the bar he’d made, imagining some warm food, a drink or two, and a bed would be what Oliver needed. “A ball of mud and my teeth around your throat are a quite different things.” He rumbles out loud, his uncertainties extenuating in a pair of spiral antlers that extend from his skull, tilting back as a crown of sorts as the man glances down to the fox. “Sorry I scared you.”
everyone has a secret
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.
