better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
The rain pours and Sunjata’s streams of watery rope connect and pull and tug at the river star to get it to remain just as frozen as it had initially, for the onslaught of ice shards and rain pelting to shred its hard, razor sharp exterior. He can hear the anger and pain hissing from the creature, but there’s no sorrow that lingers, nothing but annoyance that it had the audacity to try anything at all. There is the underlining sensation of satisfaction, however, though it’s a fleeting feeling that blooms from Petronella on his shoulders.
Before long, the river star is limp, and Sunjata disbands the rain as quickly as he had called it down, watching and listening as the crackling flames are sent to the creature. He disbands his water magic as well, ensuring that he doesn’t accidentally drown out the flames that engulf it – burning it into ash that blows away on the rogue, sweet smelling winds that pass through the middle of the Greatwood beneath the canopy.
Hands rise to run through his hair, a speckling of grey threaded through the brown tresses, half turning away from Deimos to peer back the way he’d come, while one hand lowers to scratch at Petronella’s horns. “Hey, uh, I heard about Halo. I’m sorry about the damage that occurred.” It’s awkward and stilted, because they both know they’d rather not be here, but given the opportunity to say anything at all, Sunjata takes the chance. “If there’s anything King’s End can do to help, let me know.”
Before long, the river star is limp, and Sunjata disbands the rain as quickly as he had called it down, watching and listening as the crackling flames are sent to the creature. He disbands his water magic as well, ensuring that he doesn’t accidentally drown out the flames that engulf it – burning it into ash that blows away on the rogue, sweet smelling winds that pass through the middle of the Greatwood beneath the canopy.
Hands rise to run through his hair, a speckling of grey threaded through the brown tresses, half turning away from Deimos to peer back the way he’d come, while one hand lowers to scratch at Petronella’s horns. “Hey, uh, I heard about Halo. I’m sorry about the damage that occurred.” It’s awkward and stilted, because they both know they’d rather not be here, but given the opportunity to say anything at all, Sunjata takes the chance. “If there’s anything King’s End can do to help, let me know.”
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.
