SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
A rumbling chuckle slips from the Flood’s lips, a shoulder rising and falling in the start of his makeshift answer. “Does anyone like being called lesser?” He asks, though it’s a rhetorical question. “I suppose it’s up to how they view themselves. I’ve never met any of them to be able to tell.” But the stories he’s heard of some of them were enough to suggest they likely weren’t a huge fan.
Her follow up question has him thinking, however, the gears spinning in his head as his steel gaze glances back to the notice board. “Well, there are tiers. You have the heralds and what they’re good at, but they’re pieces of their… Bigger counterpart. Safrin, for example, is the herald to the god of life, and yet she is the goddess of the stars. It’s a part to make up the whole.” He refrains from adding her vanity, her ruthlessness, her cunningness, her manipulative tendencies. “So by extension, each of these deities are only in charge of the seasons. Though I wonder if that puts them below Frey, who’s below Rae.” A dark brow rises as his gaze returns to the Accepted. “I’m an Outlander myself, so I only have the few years I’ve been here to go off of for understanding any of this.” He flashes her another small and amused smile.
Her follow up question has him thinking, however, the gears spinning in his head as his steel gaze glances back to the notice board. “Well, there are tiers. You have the heralds and what they’re good at, but they’re pieces of their… Bigger counterpart. Safrin, for example, is the herald to the god of life, and yet she is the goddess of the stars. It’s a part to make up the whole.” He refrains from adding her vanity, her ruthlessness, her cunningness, her manipulative tendencies. “So by extension, each of these deities are only in charge of the seasons. Though I wonder if that puts them below Frey, who’s below Rae.” A dark brow rises as his gaze returns to the Accepted. “I’m an Outlander myself, so I only have the few years I’ve been here to go off of for understanding any of this.” He flashes her another small and amused smile.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
