SUNJATA
the flood
When Wessex fully comes into view, Sunjata’s ears perk forward – his gaze following her with a surprising ease. Their last encounter hadn’t gone well, but it’s also something that he doesn’t hold against the Wraith. No, if anything it added to his eye opening realization. Because while she had told him he did have a choice in the matter (he doesn’t really, but Wessex doesn’t know the ins and outs of just how tied to Safrin he is,) she had given him the thought of stepping down, of focusing on his family, of pouring all of his love and attention to Nate where the stakes were low.
He nickers his greeting back to her, the pat to his flank appreciated in the way his head cranes to press his muzzle against her arm in a greeting back. It was easier that way. His wings shuffle on his back, feathers rising in content as he shifts on the branch to peer at Wessex. His head quirks in amusement, though, pleased to see his ruse works for the most part.
Still, he's all ears if she wants to keep talking, settling despite the stickiness of the fruit still on his face.
He nickers his greeting back to her, the pat to his flank appreciated in the way his head cranes to press his muzzle against her arm in a greeting back. It was easier that way. His wings shuffle on his back, feathers rising in content as he shifts on the branch to peer at Wessex. His head quirks in amusement, though, pleased to see his ruse works for the most part.
Still, he's all ears if she wants to keep talking, settling despite the stickiness of the fruit still on his face.
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.
