// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
In her kitsune form, she might actually manage to get a whiff of the outside world – a world of which Sunjata’s scent now changes, adjusting for whomever he’s in the presence of, to find most appealing. A Frey-esque perk to be sure. Yet now, Sunjata drifts toward a room that he doesn’t entirely have any interest in entering yet – not alone, surely, though the temptation is there. He doesn’t need the room. But there is a part of him that wonders when his quest is finished and that teleporting item is crafted, whether it’ll drop them off at the beginning of the Grounds, just outside the room, or inside of it.
Regardless, it’s something that draws him here (a bit loosened by the buzz he has running through his system, trying to refrain from getting black-out this past week and a half, given that he doesn’t know when they’ll be heading to Stormbreak to make an attempt to get Nate back. So he tries to even it out, his coping mechanisms, evening it out with little bits of drink that go away regrettably too soon and the occasional flirtation with anyone that would care to listen.
So it’s a mix of both that Sunjata finds himself out here, right in the alleyway, stormy steel finding a familiar looking kitsune. “Waiting for someone? Or is it currently occupied?” He asks, nodding his head toward the door of the room, and raising a curious brow.
Regardless, it’s something that draws him here (a bit loosened by the buzz he has running through his system, trying to refrain from getting black-out this past week and a half, given that he doesn’t know when they’ll be heading to Stormbreak to make an attempt to get Nate back. So he tries to even it out, his coping mechanisms, evening it out with little bits of drink that go away regrettably too soon and the occasional flirtation with anyone that would care to listen.
So it’s a mix of both that Sunjata finds himself out here, right in the alleyway, stormy steel finding a familiar looking kitsune. “Waiting for someone? Or is it currently occupied?” He asks, nodding his head toward the door of the room, and raising a curious brow.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
SUNJATA
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.
