SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
“As a matter of fact, it did.” Sunjata offers, adding the finishing touches to the lantern before setting it down and leaning back, swallowing hard as he shoves those memories away, not wanting to relive the whole getting trapped in the tomb, the body in the sarcophagus, the way it tugged on deeper, darker, well seated memories that Sunjata would much rather avoid.
He regards her about the temple shrine with the raise of a brow, moving to stand to brush off the sand from his legs before he picks up the lantern, his wings shaking out more sand from their leathery surface. “Hopefully you don’t take them up on that. That shrine took a lot of work.” He’d rebuilt it. She was there. That was… Quite possibly at the start of them with the only piece of Adam Caido seemed to have left.
Aside from Peter, of course.
“{ssay}A party? For what?” What could be so important to host a party of all things? Regardless, he doesn’t comment on befriending Wessex – mainly because the bite marks from their tryst in the room was still healing along his skin, alongside the fresher ones from Isla. “I joined Amun’s guild I think, too, though I haven’t done much within it.” Nothing aside from cleaning up Amun’s house and setting him up with better looking décor.
He regards her about the temple shrine with the raise of a brow, moving to stand to brush off the sand from his legs before he picks up the lantern, his wings shaking out more sand from their leathery surface. “Hopefully you don’t take them up on that. That shrine took a lot of work.” He’d rebuilt it. She was there. That was… Quite possibly at the start of them with the only piece of Adam Caido seemed to have left.
Aside from Peter, of course.
“{ssay}A party? For what?” What could be so important to host a party of all things? Regardless, he doesn’t comment on befriending Wessex – mainly because the bite marks from their tryst in the room was still healing along his skin, alongside the fresher ones from Isla. “I joined Amun’s guild I think, too, though I haven’t done much within it.” Nothing aside from cleaning up Amun’s house and setting him up with better looking décor.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
