SUNJATA
It’s quite possible that strays do arrive often, given he harbors a feline shift himself. Perhaps it makes them more prone to him, perhaps they’re just cold and want a place to get out of the rain and mud of Flowerbirth. But her presence doesn’t surprise him, nor does it when she debates whether to come closer. He remains still, solid, unmoving to let her decide. Her small meows do elicit a slightly broader smile to cross his face, and he tilts his head slightly as he looks to the other feline.
“Alright then.” He says, pushing himself away from the bar and slipping through the door to the side, and when he returns a few moments later, there’s a plate with a bit of fish left over on it that he sets along the bar and leans against it once more. “Eat up, vuur.” He rumbles, head tilting slightly as he nicknames her something in his language.
“Alright then.” He says, pushing himself away from the bar and slipping through the door to the side, and when he returns a few moments later, there’s a plate with a bit of fish left over on it that he sets along the bar and leans against it once more. “Eat up, vuur.” He rumbles, head tilting slightly as he nicknames her something in his language.
i'll never be that me again
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.
