SuNjATA
the flood
Haai leans into the touch, twisting her head here and there to try and get Quanil’s fingers to drift wherever she pleased. And the chin scratches cause her feathers to flex a small amount, indulging, ears lowering in the enjoyment of the attention while taking the praise from them.
Sunjata smiles to Quanil, leaning against the bar with the barrage of questions before he chuckles lightly. “I found her egg in some memory mud in Flowerbirth.” He begins, waiting until they’re done with all their questions before he begins to tackle the many of them. “She does act like a bouncer. She can fly, she likes rats. She keeps the bar clean of them. She can also breathe fire.” He says with a slight tilt of his head. As if for extra proof, Haai puffs a small cloud of smoke toward Quanil before sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth.
Sunjata smiles to Quanil, leaning against the bar with the barrage of questions before he chuckles lightly. “I found her egg in some memory mud in Flowerbirth.” He begins, waiting until they’re done with all their questions before he begins to tackle the many of them. “She does act like a bouncer. She can fly, she likes rats. She keeps the bar clean of them. She can also breathe fire.” He says with a slight tilt of his head. As if for extra proof, Haai puffs a small cloud of smoke toward Quanil before sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth.
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.
