SuNJATA
the flood
Somehow, Amalia makes it unscathed, and Sunjata pulls the rope back and there was nothing to latch onto. A hiss leaves him at this, gaze flitting toward the blast of ice, arm reaching up to cover part of his face before he watches both Adam and Peter become encased in ice – gone, gone, gone.
Peter, the one he’d likely been the closest to within his guild from the start. A past of sharing, of learning, of how similar the two of them were and yet here he was frozen and covered in ice – another reason to hate the cold. And Adam, the one that had been a brother of sorts as well, the one with the guns that Sunjata had been so jealous of, so reminiscent of.
Both gone too soon, both breaking a piece of his heart with it too. More lives lost to Halo that should have never been, never should have happened had he been smarter, had chosen a different route to go.
He clenches his jaw as Amalia’s words reach him and Deimos is working to try and pull Coffee toward them, and Sunjata aims to stand in front of Amalia, heart shattering as he looks to the dragon, skin shifting to the thick blubber against the cold blasts in case it might help – offering his own hoarse, voice up to the dragon as well. Please let us take them… A brief pause, trying so hard to keep some sort of composure. We won't do anything, we won't take anything else. We won't come back. And they wouldn’t need to, not if they got the companions and the frozen bodies back.
Sunjata partially shifts his skin to the insulating blubber of his orca form and stands somewhat in front of Amalia, pleading with the dragon as well.
Peter, the one he’d likely been the closest to within his guild from the start. A past of sharing, of learning, of how similar the two of them were and yet here he was frozen and covered in ice – another reason to hate the cold. And Adam, the one that had been a brother of sorts as well, the one with the guns that Sunjata had been so jealous of, so reminiscent of.
Both gone too soon, both breaking a piece of his heart with it too. More lives lost to Halo that should have never been, never should have happened had he been smarter, had chosen a different route to go.
He clenches his jaw as Amalia’s words reach him and Deimos is working to try and pull Coffee toward them, and Sunjata aims to stand in front of Amalia, heart shattering as he looks to the dragon, skin shifting to the thick blubber against the cold blasts in case it might help – offering his own hoarse, voice up to the dragon as well. Please let us take them… A brief pause, trying so hard to keep some sort of composure. We won't do anything, we won't take anything else. We won't come back. And they wouldn’t need to, not if they got the companions and the frozen bodies back.
Sunjata partially shifts his skin to the insulating blubber of his orca form and stands somewhat in front of Amalia, pleading with the dragon as well.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
