SuNJATA
the flood
She chimes, an exclamation that had he been partially shifted, would have ears pinning back at the shrillness of it. But she begins to follow him, and he picks the path back to the homes and away from the lighthouse in the distance – glancing up to the sky and spying the stars that glimmer behind drifting clouds with a huff of a sigh. But then she begins to ask a few more questions, one of them simply far more confusing than the others.
So he starts easy. “I’m Sunjata.” He rumbles, lifting a hand and waving it slightly as if to pass it off. It doesn’t really matter in the end. But as for what he is? It’s still confusing. “I’m the Arbiter of Torchline.” He explains, turning back to her to ensure she’s following him up the path. Soon enough, the homes begin to be spotted in the distance, lights illuminating the windows of his home, Remi’s and Ronin’s dark in comparison.
At least Nate’s home. “Is that what you meant?” He asks, turning back to her with a raise of his brow.
So he starts easy. “I’m Sunjata.” He rumbles, lifting a hand and waving it slightly as if to pass it off. It doesn’t really matter in the end. But as for what he is? It’s still confusing. “I’m the Arbiter of Torchline.” He explains, turning back to her to ensure she’s following him up the path. Soon enough, the homes begin to be spotted in the distance, lights illuminating the windows of his home, Remi’s and Ronin’s dark in comparison.
At least Nate’s home. “Is that what you meant?” He asks, turning back to her with a raise of his brow.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
