SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
He wishes he’d attained the scars from something as simple and dumb as running into trees, but that isn’t the case and he certainly doesn’t elaborate on them, wholly expecting the stranger to either know who he is and grow immediately wary, or not know who he is and be equally as unsure given his scars and tattoos. But it’s too much thought for his head with the splitting headache, and as she speaks the hand drops from his face as he takes a deep breath, giving her his full attention, steel gaze set on a face smattered with freckles and scars, two sets of earrings per each ear, flits of grey threading through his dark brown hair, tattoos of black and navy compasses poking up the sides of his neck that disappear beneath his shirt, only found again with the black wave tattooed sleeve that covers his left arm.
“Nice to meet you Sohalia.” He offers after her name’s settled and his head starts to soothe its pain. “Sunjata Wrenzaok.” He introduces himself, watching her to see if the name is familiar, if she’d realize he’s one of Frey’s demigods, if anyone else had uttered his name around from the things he’d done in previous years, if she was more likely to know his moniker the Flood.
And if she doesn’t know, well, that might make this introduction a little bit easier than he’d otherwise imagined.
“Nice to meet you Sohalia.” He offers after her name’s settled and his head starts to soothe its pain. “Sunjata Wrenzaok.” He introduces himself, watching her to see if the name is familiar, if she’d realize he’s one of Frey’s demigods, if anyone else had uttered his name around from the things he’d done in previous years, if she was more likely to know his moniker the Flood.
And if she doesn’t know, well, that might make this introduction a little bit easier than he’d otherwise imagined.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
