SUNJATA
the flood
A horned head tilts at the sound of another’s arrival, the axe lowered to his hips as he turns a bit more fully. Luckily for him, the addition to the shifting of his eyes helps him see further than he otherwise would — so the voice that calls out from a fair distance away doesn’t worry him. It doesn’t spark fear or surprise. “Darkeye, it’s Sunjata!” He calls back to the dwarf, pausing in his cutting of the trees to wait for the man to come closer.
When he does he nods to the trees nearby, to a cart he’d brought that he intended to bring back in another form of his. “Needed some more wood for the VlamVloed. Why are you out here?” He asks, eyeing the axes sidelong, horned head cocking slightly again as he lifts his own to rest against his shoulder.
When he does he nods to the trees nearby, to a cart he’d brought that he intended to bring back in another form of his. “Needed some more wood for the VlamVloed. Why are you out here?” He asks, eyeing the axes sidelong, horned head cocking slightly again as he lifts his own to rest against his shoulder.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
