SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
“Refugees and those that would be needless casualties in this war.” A war he whole heartedly doesn’t support. A war that his role has changed in so much so far. At the very least he doesn’t have to be forced into being Safrin’s Blade, likely to come face to face with his husband on the battlefield. Star crossed as they always were.
Instead, he gets to hide away and hope that his husband makes it out the other side. “I imagine it’s more for safety than punishment.” Sunjata says with a small shrug, regarding them from his crouched position, partially shifting once more as those dragon wings appear, one curled around his back, the other with a bright pale scar cleaving through the joint of it dips into Frey’s water, some amount of relief crossing his face as he tries to figure out how to respond to them.
“In the Wilds somewhere. I’m imagining it’ll be King’s End. I’ve already worked some of the land and it should have everything we need.” He pauses, dipping the leathery wing a bit more, tilting himself in the process. “Would you be interested in helping, Chaele?” His steel gaze lifts back toward them, his scarred brow rising in question.
Instead, he gets to hide away and hope that his husband makes it out the other side. “I imagine it’s more for safety than punishment.” Sunjata says with a small shrug, regarding them from his crouched position, partially shifting once more as those dragon wings appear, one curled around his back, the other with a bright pale scar cleaving through the joint of it dips into Frey’s water, some amount of relief crossing his face as he tries to figure out how to respond to them.
“In the Wilds somewhere. I’m imagining it’ll be King’s End. I’ve already worked some of the land and it should have everything we need.” He pauses, dipping the leathery wing a bit more, tilting himself in the process. “Would you be interested in helping, Chaele?” His steel gaze lifts back toward them, his scarred brow rising in question.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
