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 waits, in this half stasis of getting prepared to take his departure, leaving his question hanging in the air on the off chance she might have a question regarding anything he might be able to answer. And he watches as she reaches back for the bag where whatever it was she had been doing when he quite literally fell into the conversation, stay tucked away.
There’s a slight incline of his head, a nod of agreement from the scarred man as he starts to partially shift before her. Large, draconic scaled wings unfurl from his back, horns spiraling from his skull that curl around the sides of his head, plated armor appearing along his neck like some dark turtleneck. “If you have any you think up, you can send a letter and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” It was rare these days for Sunjata to find someone not already previously influenced by others about what type of person he was. “Enjoy the Oerwoud, Sohalia.” He says by means of leaving, shifting to sit on the edge of the branch, dragging the tips of his wings with him, until he drops from the branch to make his departure, getting to a rather barren spot below her before he zips out from the tree cover with enough space to shift into his dragon form and take to the skies higher to return to King’s End.
There’s a slight incline of his head, a nod of agreement from the scarred man as he starts to partially shift before her. Large, draconic scaled wings unfurl from his back, horns spiraling from his skull that curl around the sides of his head, plated armor appearing along his neck like some dark turtleneck. “If you have any you think up, you can send a letter and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” It was rare these days for Sunjata to find someone not already previously influenced by others about what type of person he was. “Enjoy the Oerwoud, Sohalia.” He says by means of leaving, shifting to sit on the edge of the branch, dragging the tips of his wings with him, until he drops from the branch to make his departure, getting to a rather barren spot below her before he zips out from the tree cover with enough space to shift into his dragon form and take to the skies higher to return to King’s End.
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.
