SuNjATA
the flood
He certainly is. It takes little convincing from Isla to go to Torchline. He’s found, too, that it’s easier to go with someone. It keeps the memories at bay from times long before now. Even as he dips beneath the salty waves as the sun blooms its heat above them. He’s half shifted into his orca shift, his lower half a black and white orca tail that slaps against the water toward her as he pulls himself back toward her, floating above the water and peering at her upside down.
“You make it sound like you’re missing out.” He teases her, water dripping down the sides of his cheek back into the water before he rotates himself, his scar flecked tail floating as he uses the current to keep himself up easier. “I have always loved the ocean, though.” As if it weren’t obvious he was in his element, he lifts his tattooed arm, showing her the waves tattooed there as if she needed the reminder, and playfully and childishly, Sunjata sticks his tongue out at her.
“You make it sound like you’re missing out.” He teases her, water dripping down the sides of his cheek back into the water before he rotates himself, his scar flecked tail floating as he uses the current to keep himself up easier. “I have always loved the ocean, though.” As if it weren’t obvious he was in his element, he lifts his tattooed arm, showing her the waves tattooed there as if she needed the reminder, and playfully and childishly, Sunjata sticks his tongue out at her.
would you run away with me?
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.
