SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
A bark of a laugh leaves his throat, accompanied with the brief pause to take another drag off the cigarette as he focuses on her. “I don’t have one.” He pauses to grin to her, before shaking his head lightly. “So I guess you get to pick what it is.” Another amusing huff of a laugh leaves his throat. But it sobers some at the mention of Korbin, his brow lifting slightly as he watches her explain, lips curling into a light smirk.
She didn’t know the story… And well, there certainly was a story with that one.
“I just got this done and came to check on the progress and the shipments sent over.” He pauses, gesturing with the hand the cigarette sits in, to the tattooed arm before his gaze flickers back up to hers. “And the little shit snuck up behind me, surprised me… And, well, I might’ve reacted a bit poorly.” Though the slight lilt in his smirk seems to suggest he’d reacted relatively well. “I might’ve put my dagger to his neck.” A rise and fall of his shoulders.
What else could she expect with a story starting like that? Especially with a man such as he with his hands in everything?
So he focuses instead on the question she brings, of what he wants to get out of the Kraai. And her question is met with a bit more of a focused look, a brow lifting as he considers it. “Not much. Goddess of Deepfrost, I think is what I’ve been told.” He offers with a wave of his hand before drawing from the smoke again. “That and I helped Wessex get an ingredient for a shrine for her.” A raise of his brow to that, waiting to see what Weaver has to say about it.
She didn’t know the story… And well, there certainly was a story with that one.
“I just got this done and came to check on the progress and the shipments sent over.” He pauses, gesturing with the hand the cigarette sits in, to the tattooed arm before his gaze flickers back up to hers. “And the little shit snuck up behind me, surprised me… And, well, I might’ve reacted a bit poorly.” Though the slight lilt in his smirk seems to suggest he’d reacted relatively well. “I might’ve put my dagger to his neck.” A rise and fall of his shoulders.
What else could she expect with a story starting like that? Especially with a man such as he with his hands in everything?
So he focuses instead on the question she brings, of what he wants to get out of the Kraai. And her question is met with a bit more of a focused look, a brow lifting as he considers it. “Not much. Goddess of Deepfrost, I think is what I’ve been told.” He offers with a wave of his hand before drawing from the smoke again. “That and I helped Wessex get an ingredient for a shrine for her.” A raise of his brow to that, waiting to see what Weaver has to say about it.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
