SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
There’s a moment of consideration, a deep swig of the drink as he debates whether or not to do an entirely attuned training with the summoner. And likely, it would be his best shot to see the limits of the forms when he wasn’t hunting and the like. So he nods to that, shooting a grin toward Loren at that. “Sure. It’s a deal.” He winks, sinking back along Haai’s warm fur.
Until Loren props himself up on an elbow and looks over to him and Sunjata’s gaze shifts toward the other man again, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Was this before or after the festival for LongHeat?” Was it before they had become a thing or was it before they had decided to be anything at all? His money’s on the prior, but he waits to see what the man says.
Until Loren props himself up on an elbow and looks over to him and Sunjata’s gaze shifts toward the other man again, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Was this before or after the festival for LongHeat?” Was it before they had become a thing or was it before they had decided to be anything at all? His money’s on the prior, but he waits to see what the man says.
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.
