i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He hopes it’s nothing that she has to deal with, but for Sunjata it was a constant threat – one that reached an utmost pivotal point when his father had arrived to undermine him, blaming him for the crimes that had been committed against the citizens he ruled. And so, it became things that he needed to think about – things that he couldn’t make plans without thinking about.
But all those thoughts die off the second they arrive at their destination, the Flood’s steel gaze taking in the scene for what it was, the steam rising from the warm temperatures of the hot springs and the way very few people flit about here and there. A grin forms on his face as he turns back to Sohalia, a bright look to his otherwise silently stressed and brooding appearance. “Looks cozy.” His accented voice crosses the air between them, before he gestures for her to follow him in, looking forward to soaking somewhat sore joints. “What're we waiting for?”
Without much else other than his own quiet awe, Sunjata makes quick work of letting Petronella dive right in while he gets ready, borrowing a pair of swim trunks from the little building beside it, returning with nothing else but that, for once not worried about how all of his scars might be taken in by the Stormbreak citizens. Scars of which Sohalia hasn’t seen yet, either, notably the crescent shaped shark bite scars that litter his legs and up to his hips, the lightning scars on his arm that drift up and cross along his chest like thin fingers reaching for his heart, the jagged NW carved in underneath his heart, and a littering of other little scars here and there. The tattoos are on full display now, too, the compass and feathers on his shoulders that rarely get seen fully these days, she’ll see they dip along his shoulder blades and down his back, and on the front an arrow with fire that crosses his heart.
But, with nothing else stopping him, he slips into the hot springs with such grace and ease that his moniker just makes sense with how well he takes to the water.
But all those thoughts die off the second they arrive at their destination, the Flood’s steel gaze taking in the scene for what it was, the steam rising from the warm temperatures of the hot springs and the way very few people flit about here and there. A grin forms on his face as he turns back to Sohalia, a bright look to his otherwise silently stressed and brooding appearance. “Looks cozy.” His accented voice crosses the air between them, before he gestures for her to follow him in, looking forward to soaking somewhat sore joints. “What're we waiting for?”
Without much else other than his own quiet awe, Sunjata makes quick work of letting Petronella dive right in while he gets ready, borrowing a pair of swim trunks from the little building beside it, returning with nothing else but that, for once not worried about how all of his scars might be taken in by the Stormbreak citizens. Scars of which Sohalia hasn’t seen yet, either, notably the crescent shaped shark bite scars that litter his legs and up to his hips, the lightning scars on his arm that drift up and cross along his chest like thin fingers reaching for his heart, the jagged NW carved in underneath his heart, and a littering of other little scars here and there. The tattoos are on full display now, too, the compass and feathers on his shoulders that rarely get seen fully these days, she’ll see they dip along his shoulder blades and down his back, and on the front an arrow with fire that crosses his heart.
But, with nothing else stopping him, he slips into the hot springs with such grace and ease that his moniker just makes sense with how well he takes to the water.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
