SuNJATA
the flood
“An advantage to you.” Sunjata corrects, before continuing on. “An advantage I’m unsure you still need proof of these days.” An advantage that’s clear to anyone with eyes who’s been watching the events unfold. His hands drop again, folding his arms across his chest tightly, working his jaw in a characteristic version of Sunjata before all of his scarring and tattoos.
The blood warps away, black like ink now, but his gaze doesn’t waver from Remi’s. “Your choice is your family. So is mine.” It always had been. The deal with Safrin, the shift to Frey, the protecting the Ascended in any way he could even if everyone else found faults in it.
The blood warps away, black like ink now, but his gaze doesn’t waver from Remi’s. “Your choice is your family. So is mine.” It always had been. The deal with Safrin, the shift to Frey, the protecting the Ascended in any way he could even if everyone else found faults in it.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
