SuNjATA
the flood
He notices the boy as he charges in, but gets nothing else out aside from his surprise in the form of raised brows, a wide fanged smirk crossing his face as the boy begins to almost climb on Nate as if he’s some sort of jungle gym. But the boy realizes he’s there, clings to Nate in a fashion that certainly doesn’t have Sunjata’s amusement leaving as he turns a small amount to respond to the comment. “What’s wrong with that?” He offers with a quiet chuckle, right as Nate responds.
And then introductions begin and Sunjata’s gaze flickers up to Nate as he stumbles over what they were to one another, gaze flickering back to Clemente with a nod of agreement. “Hey Clemente. It’s good to meet you.” He rumbles with his thick accent coating every word. Gaze flickering over to Nate at the mention of brother, some deep understanding coating every inch of the realization that hits. Reminds him of the time he’d flung Nate at Melita with the quiet surprise of ‘by the way this is my niece.’ Still, he reaches up perhaps a bit awkwardly in the hopes of a decent impression, hand brushing against marks Nate has left along his skin.
The mention of fishing, however, draws his mind back and he glances between Clemente and Nate with a small hidden smirk. “What kind of fish are we going for? And how far out are we going?” He asks, turning away to remove his shirt and toss it into a heap along the beach, shark bite scars covering his back and spine — translated in white marks along his orca shift which he certainly plans on using for this.
And then introductions begin and Sunjata’s gaze flickers up to Nate as he stumbles over what they were to one another, gaze flickering back to Clemente with a nod of agreement. “Hey Clemente. It’s good to meet you.” He rumbles with his thick accent coating every word. Gaze flickering over to Nate at the mention of brother, some deep understanding coating every inch of the realization that hits. Reminds him of the time he’d flung Nate at Melita with the quiet surprise of ‘by the way this is my niece.’ Still, he reaches up perhaps a bit awkwardly in the hopes of a decent impression, hand brushing against marks Nate has left along his skin.
The mention of fishing, however, draws his mind back and he glances between Clemente and Nate with a small hidden smirk. “What kind of fish are we going for? And how far out are we going?” He asks, turning away to remove his shirt and toss it into a heap along the beach, shark bite scars covering his back and spine — translated in white marks along his orca shift which he certainly plans on using for this.
this ain't no place for no hero
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.
