SUNJATA
the flood
Sure, he could absolutely do better. But that’s part of the fun, waiting to see who falls for the easy ones and who are a bit trickier. But he isn’t hiding in the hole as the trap might still suggest (not for lack of trying of course), no, and he spies Wessex from the branches he’s settled within, the fruit still pinched between the edges of his maw as he waits.
And given their last interaction, he likely shouldn’t be fucking with Wessex at all. But he’s mischievous in this shift and truthfully? He’s got a lot less on his plate these days. Perhaps he had listened to her when she’d said he had a choice. He did. And he chose Nate – even if it let Torchline fall fully into Safrin’s grasp.
He’d gotten his husband and his daughter and they weren’t tied to anything anymore.
He spies the shadow, but he did see the way she hides behind the bushes, and he decides to throw her a bone – the equine tossing the fruit somewhere in between Wessex and her shadow – watching as it topples to the ground, a bit closer to the shadow.
But gods it does explode in all its glory, splattering the bush that Wessex hides behind as well as falling all over the trap he’d set. Which leaves Sunjata to do nothing more than offer a whinnying sound of his laughter, perching as much as he can with hooves on the branch to peer down below, tritoned wings flaring.
And given their last interaction, he likely shouldn’t be fucking with Wessex at all. But he’s mischievous in this shift and truthfully? He’s got a lot less on his plate these days. Perhaps he had listened to her when she’d said he had a choice. He did. And he chose Nate – even if it let Torchline fall fully into Safrin’s grasp.
He’d gotten his husband and his daughter and they weren’t tied to anything anymore.
He spies the shadow, but he did see the way she hides behind the bushes, and he decides to throw her a bone – the equine tossing the fruit somewhere in between Wessex and her shadow – watching as it topples to the ground, a bit closer to the shadow.
But gods it does explode in all its glory, splattering the bush that Wessex hides behind as well as falling all over the trap he’d set. Which leaves Sunjata to do nothing more than offer a whinnying sound of his laughter, perching as much as he can with hooves on the branch to peer down below, tritoned wings flaring.
I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
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.
