SUNJATA
the flood
His words leave him in a hiss, muscles bunched and ready to leave when Jack’s words hit him – filter through his mind in a rampage of varying options. His jaw feathers, swallowing hard against the nausea inducing fear that oils his spine and coils in his mind. “I don’t know.” He admits, turning his attention back to the space the figure had been.
“He’s not dead.” As far as Sunjata knows, but when had that stopped anything? He had watched and held Lusea as his father slit her throat. And she had stumbled into the spire, dropped into Caido as if nothing had ever happened. Was it the same for his father? He shakes his head after a brief moment, stepping back so his back hits the edge of one of the taller rocks. “He’s… From where I’m from.” Korofi, the city of flooding, of nightmares, of so much pain.
He remembers getting shoved off the edge of a bridge, landing with a splash in frigid waters. He remembers being thrown into a pit with nothing but a dagger in hand and a dozen other boys his age going for the kill. And all the while, his father had smiled on, that cruel horrible man was pleased. “Someone else from there arrived here… A while ago. I don’t know, maybe it is him maybe it isn’t.” That seed of possibilities has begun to take root in his mind.
“He’s not dead.” As far as Sunjata knows, but when had that stopped anything? He had watched and held Lusea as his father slit her throat. And she had stumbled into the spire, dropped into Caido as if nothing had ever happened. Was it the same for his father? He shakes his head after a brief moment, stepping back so his back hits the edge of one of the taller rocks. “He’s… From where I’m from.” Korofi, the city of flooding, of nightmares, of so much pain.
He remembers getting shoved off the edge of a bridge, landing with a splash in frigid waters. He remembers being thrown into a pit with nothing but a dagger in hand and a dozen other boys his age going for the kill. And all the while, his father had smiled on, that cruel horrible man was pleased. “Someone else from there arrived here… A while ago. I don’t know, maybe it is him maybe it isn’t.” That seed of possibilities has begun to take root in his mind.
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.
