SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“No justifying necessary. Curiosity, that’s all.” A shrug, not caring one way or the other why the summoner was here, simply wondering why he stayed. But he listens to Loren with a slight tilt of his head at the stance, before snorting. “Are you a bit too drunk? Here to explore Halo…” He makes a show of looking around to the waves and the dying sunlight, the fact they’re both shirtless and shoeless on the sands. “Yet there’s no snow in sight?” A raise of his brow, a smirk in return.
“Believe it or not, I may actually have more of a preference for the ocean than the inside of a bar.” An avian tilt of his head. “Seems you brought them both though. Couldn’t enjoy it on its own?” He gestures with his head toward the flask in the summoners hand.
“Believe it or not, I may actually have more of a preference for the ocean than the inside of a bar.” An avian tilt of his head. “Seems you brought them both though. Couldn’t enjoy it on its own?” He gestures with his head toward the flask in the summoners hand.
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.
