SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
“The fun in that is staying alive.” Sunjata returns, turning to face the man again, head held tall. From this point, Korbin might notice a scar along the flood’s neck somewhat similar to the wound he’s given to the other attuned, though Sunjata’s is much longer, much deeper, jagged in the way a deep wound typically was.
The snort is met with a raised brow of his own, clearly not as entertained or cocky as his younger man was. And he folds his arms across his chest, albeit somewhat delicately with the dark hued sleeve of ink along his right arm to his wrist. Fingers tap along his bare bicep as he listens, the quirk of a smirk crossing his face. “You act as though that’s not exactly what I want her to do.”
He shifts his weight a small amount, watching Korbin curiously. “It certainly helps me out.”
The snort is met with a raised brow of his own, clearly not as entertained or cocky as his younger man was. And he folds his arms across his chest, albeit somewhat delicately with the dark hued sleeve of ink along his right arm to his wrist. Fingers tap along his bare bicep as he listens, the quirk of a smirk crossing his face. “You act as though that’s not exactly what I want her to do.”
He shifts his weight a small amount, watching Korbin curiously. “It certainly helps me out.”
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
