SUNJATA
clipped wings and you're the one holding the bone saw
now things are getting so out of control
now things are getting so out of control
A low rumble of a chuckle leaves Sunjata in agreement over Ludo at a distance, reminiscent of the time an event was hosted on the beaches of Torchline, reminded of spotting it bounding around pretending to be random festival goer’s in a different version of what was essentially ‘pick out the imposter’. “That I have,” he rumbles with a slight quirk to his lips before he’s glancing back over his shoulder toward the pools in regards to the next conversation.
Realistically, Sunjata hadn’t been that different before everything changed. He’d gone to Frey initially, then to Safrin when he hadn’t realized he needed to say who he was seeking. And since then? He was a Safrin boy, dealing with only her until a simple question had him guided back toward Frey that changed his life completely. But the past is the past and Sunjata nods his agreement before he moves to stand, shifting his legs back into that of his human form, towering over to scout the pool that Hadama had tossed the ice ball into. “It hasn’t, it's just floating on top.” He murmurs, turning his attention from the pool of visions back toward the Tidebreaker.
Realistically, Sunjata hadn’t been that different before everything changed. He’d gone to Frey initially, then to Safrin when he hadn’t realized he needed to say who he was seeking. And since then? He was a Safrin boy, dealing with only her until a simple question had him guided back toward Frey that changed his life completely. But the past is the past and Sunjata nods his agreement before he moves to stand, shifting his legs back into that of his human form, towering over to scout the pool that Hadama had tossed the ice ball into. “It hasn’t, it's just floating on top.” He murmurs, turning his attention from the pool of visions back toward the Tidebreaker.
the spiraling starts and we can't pull up, our hands are tied together so,
on the way down, we make every moment count
on the way down, we make every moment count
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.
