SUNJATA
the flood
There is a snarl at the griffin before Haai’s wings are flaring again, smoke puffing from her lips as if she would cage him in flame if given the chance. His claws dig into the dirt, frustration evident from the growl in his throat as his narrowed steel slips from griffin to witch. “Luci is up there. I can hear her.” He manages, shaking his head with an unamused laugh. “It’s always easy to start lying.” His jaw clamps shut at the end, fangs clacking together with an audible click.
“And if I go home now, Vai, I’ll waste away into nothing. Nate doesn’t need that.” He stares directly at her face, wondering if his point is getting across, scales glimmering in the sunlight as his horned head tilts. “You could fix it though. That bow and arrow of yours. Just like old times, right?” It’s a serious question, punctuated in the frantic wilds of his eyes.
“And if I go home now, Vai, I’ll waste away into nothing. Nate doesn’t need that.” He stares directly at her face, wondering if his point is getting across, scales glimmering in the sunlight as his horned head tilts. “You could fix it though. That bow and arrow of yours. Just like old times, right?” It’s a serious question, punctuated in the frantic wilds of his eyes.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
