SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
“I was calm. Until you used magic.” There’s an air of amusement that flickers in Sunjata’s tone, as he leans against Neron. “And then after… Well.” It didn’t need to be said. Instead, he idly let’s his gaze slip over the pocket watch, briefly with interest before it fades and he glances out toward the cold fireplace. He melts a bit more into the sofa, focusing on what Neron says.
“It does. A bit of a give and take.” Hence the morphing of his features when Neron had him pinned to the chair. “It kind of depends where I am. The orca and cobra are nice in Torchline. Panther, here.” He stretches an arm out, rubbing his hand at the slightly flickering stars in his tattoo before he focuses on the pocket watch again. “What’s that?”
“It does. A bit of a give and take.” Hence the morphing of his features when Neron had him pinned to the chair. “It kind of depends where I am. The orca and cobra are nice in Torchline. Panther, here.” He stretches an arm out, rubbing his hand at the slightly flickering stars in his tattoo before he focuses on the pocket watch again. “What’s that?”
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
