SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Sunjata offers a surprisingly bright laugh to the summoner’s comment. “The getting drunk part is the best part.” He concedes, smirking with a shake of his head. But his rhetorical question is met with a shake of Loren’s head, and Sunjata chuckles a small amount more. The mention of training, however, has him settling back in the sands against Haai as she flutters her wings and rolls to her side, while Sunjata reaches up with his free hand to scratch behind her ear. “I should. I’ve been training with people of other races lately though so it makes it difficult being unable to talk to them in the form.” A shrug to that.
But the mention of Maea is met with a pointed finger to him and Sunjata snorts, tilting his head to look at the summoner. “Well, seeing as I started the fight, the blame is mine.” He shrugs for a second before the second comment hits him and he tilts his head to that. “What do you mean?” He senses no anger in the words, but he also doesn’t understand where it’s coming from.
But the mention of Maea is met with a pointed finger to him and Sunjata snorts, tilting his head to look at the summoner. “Well, seeing as I started the fight, the blame is mine.” He shrugs for a second before the second comment hits him and he tilts his head to that. “What do you mean?” He senses no anger in the words, but he also doesn’t understand where it’s coming from.
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.
