SUNJATA
the flood
What’s the last thing he remembers? “The lighthouse. Then… The jail. Then here.” Bits and pieces of a fragmented memory trying to become something more and failing. He looks down when she comments on his appearance, his hand not latched into hers running over the scabs of claw marks along his stomach, as if they aren’t real. It flares worry within him when he realizes they remain. “I don’t know what happened.” His brows furrow — remembering that he’d had some memory issues after the lightning strike, but now he was losing time.
Her question has horns spiraling along his head again, feathers curling around his shoulders and filling in his tattoos — the prey animals within him sneaking out at the thought. “What if she dies in there? What if not going right now means I’ve killed her again?” He asks, worry evident as his feet plant themselves in the rocky outcrop of the side of the volcano.
“Safrin told me I’m sick, too.” He half mumbles, hand abandoning his stomach to reach for running through sweat slick curls. “You shouldn‘t be here. Not when the lightning comes back.” And it would, it would come for him again, even if there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
Her question has horns spiraling along his head again, feathers curling around his shoulders and filling in his tattoos — the prey animals within him sneaking out at the thought. “What if she dies in there? What if not going right now means I’ve killed her again?” He asks, worry evident as his feet plant themselves in the rocky outcrop of the side of the volcano.
“Safrin told me I’m sick, too.” He half mumbles, hand abandoning his stomach to reach for running through sweat slick curls. “You shouldn‘t be here. Not when the lightning comes back.” And it would, it would come for him again, even if there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
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.
