SuNjATA
the flood
He doesn’t expect to be watched, not with the way he thinks he’s hidden himself away. The only company in the form of the wildlife, so he thinks. So it’s no surprise that when she acknowledges him, he tenses up, a voice filtering from the air that has him stiff and tense, head snapping her direction with calculating steel. He loosens himself after a second, noticing that she isn’t a threat, and he loosens his posture a bit to shake out his arms, to pop his neck.
“Didn’t know I had company.” He offers her in his accented rumble, flashing a small smile as he shrugs. “Might’ve prepared a bit more had I expected anyone else out here.” So saying, he straightens up again, nodding to the tree he’d essentially made into a little makeshift punching bag. “Have you been here long?” A quiet way of asking just how long the stranger had been watching him.
Another quiet way of trying to figure out her motives, whether he needed to be cautious or not.
“Didn’t know I had company.” He offers her in his accented rumble, flashing a small smile as he shrugs. “Might’ve prepared a bit more had I expected anyone else out here.” So saying, he straightens up again, nodding to the tree he’d essentially made into a little makeshift punching bag. “Have you been here long?” A quiet way of asking just how long the stranger had been watching him.
Another quiet way of trying to figure out her motives, whether he needed to be cautious or not.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
