SUNJATA
the flood
He hears a voice, but it mixes and melds with the rest of them — sure that he can hear Lusea in his mind telling him to continue forward, that his flame might be within the volcano, that perhaps Delphia had lied when she said she’d died by a frost giant. Perhaps she was here all along, a cave of lava fit for any fiery queen. But then there’s a hand on his wrist, Sunjata flinching away, exhausted steel eyes snapping to Vervain’s face with the edge of a fanged sneer crossing it.
At least until her face registers and he pauses, faltering in his step and swaying, sneer replaced by a frown as the question hits. He looks around, unsure and uncertain, before his gaze lands back on her. “I don’t remember how I got here.” He rumbles, a quiet admission, turning his head back up the climb of the volcano. “I can hear her up here. I thought maybe she was waiting for me and I could take her home.” Wherever home was, he doesn’t remember.
Haai blocks the path forward, wings flared and a bit of a snarl on her maw.
At least until her face registers and he pauses, faltering in his step and swaying, sneer replaced by a frown as the question hits. He looks around, unsure and uncertain, before his gaze lands back on her. “I don’t remember how I got here.” He rumbles, a quiet admission, turning his head back up the climb of the volcano. “I can hear her up here. I thought maybe she was waiting for me and I could take her home.” Wherever home was, he doesn’t remember.
Haai blocks the path forward, wings flared and a bit of a snarl on her maw.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
