SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
Her hand reaches out, resting on an arm of thick dragonscale, sharp plates scarred as he explains what he’d just experienced. Her amusement helps him smooth out his mind a fraction, slit steel focusing on her as she asks for him to tell her everything. It wouldn’t be the exact same, of course, but maybe it’d be close enough. So he sits up a bit more in the bed, lifts a clawed hand to rub at his temple, before he speaks again with a low, slightly hoarse voice.
“It probably won’t be very similar. It was combined with my old world.” His gaze slides back to her, letting himself start to even out, the claws and plates melting back into his skin, though the horns and the slit pupils remain. “In Korofi I was like… A guard. An officer.” He tries to make it better for her to understand, unsure and unable to remember if he’s told her what he’d done before. “So, back then it was my job to go after murderers and deal with other crimes.” His voice is still somewhat hoarse, but he trudges through anyway.
“It probably won’t be very similar. It was combined with my old world.” His gaze slides back to her, letting himself start to even out, the claws and plates melting back into his skin, though the horns and the slit pupils remain. “In Korofi I was like… A guard. An officer.” He tries to make it better for her to understand, unsure and unable to remember if he’s told her what he’d done before. “So, back then it was my job to go after murderers and deal with other crimes.” His voice is still somewhat hoarse, but he trudges through anyway.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
