may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
He confirms that he is indeed Sunjata, and he watches the cat with dark eyes as the fur flattens along her skin again, as her attention turns to him to sniff and inspect, the hood flattening a small amount as he lowers himself, turning to focus back on the feline while she follows through with it. His question is aired, and there’s a light sneeze at the inquiry that Sunjata finds a small amount of amusement in.
No, not that. He rumbles (though had he meant it? It’s hard to tell) and he sends her a slight pulse of something like laughter, before he’s shifting to get a bit closer to the feline, giving her a bit more of an inspection as well – forked tongue darting out toward her. I just assumed with Deepfrost approaching you might be getting ready to sing to the luxere. The cobra head shifts, dark gaze lingering on the feline huntress.
No, not that. He rumbles (though had he meant it? It’s hard to tell) and he sends her a slight pulse of something like laughter, before he’s shifting to get a bit closer to the feline, giving her a bit more of an inspection as well – forked tongue darting out toward her. I just assumed with Deepfrost approaching you might be getting ready to sing to the luxere. The cobra head shifts, dark gaze lingering on the feline huntress.
SUNJATA
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.
