SuNjATA
the flood
Amusement flickers along his face as Quanil reaches for the glass of wine and disregards the water entirely. But the comment of Sugar is also disregarded as Haai hops onto the table, and Sunjata rests an elbow on the bar top, propping up his head with it as the griffin goes to inspect them. The squee causes a hum of a chuckle to leave him. “Sure.” He offers, though Haai is quick on the draw and fully settles on the table with her head extended, almost asking for the best part of the scratches off the bat – right behind the ears with the feathers, iridescent wings tucking in tight along her spine and a small yip of her own for her hello.
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
