SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He’s surprised when the Luxere approaches, but he dips down regardless of whatever feelings he holds for the summoner, to scratch the Luxere between the ears. Haai, having no qualms with either, realizes that a friend is nearby and conveniently abandons his things to dart toward the trio, aiming to land with skidding sand before the Luxere, tongue hanging out and panting in greeting, a yip of hello given toward Astra.
Meanwhile, Sunjata stands back up, looks back to Loren with a somewhat wry smile. “Of course you’re not surprised. This was the place I’ve been waiting for.” Comes out a bit drily, a roll of tattooed shoulders against the dying sun, soaking in the remaining warmth of the sand at his feet. “Why are you here, anyway? Don’t you have better things to do?”
Meanwhile, Sunjata stands back up, looks back to Loren with a somewhat wry smile. “Of course you’re not surprised. This was the place I’ve been waiting for.” Comes out a bit drily, a roll of tattooed shoulders against the dying sun, soaking in the remaining warmth of the sand at his feet. “Why are you here, anyway? Don’t you have better things to do?”
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
