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
A pang of sadness blooms in Sunjata’s chest as he makes eye contact with Zuriel as she approaches, one that’s mirrored in Petronella’s own feelings as Deimos doesn’t even look at her while patting his own companion. She settles back on Sunjata’s shoulders and the Flood reaches up to scratch behind her ears as her paws press against his chest and her tail curls on the opposite side around his neck. “It is.” Sunjata agrees, before his attention flickers back toward Deimos.
“I haven’t noticed that they seek out prey like the river stars do. But they do and have been spreading more of the affliction.” Sunjata hums a small sigh, recalling the trail he’d followed of deadened flowers and a sick sense of despair in his gut, ensuring that he stayed far enough away from it to not get sliced by the sharpened horn, unsure what kind of disaster that might prove to be.
“I haven’t noticed that they seek out prey like the river stars do. But they do and have been spreading more of the affliction.” Sunjata hums a small sigh, recalling the trail he’d followed of deadened flowers and a sick sense of despair in his gut, ensuring that he stayed far enough away from it to not get sliced by the sharpened horn, unsure what kind of disaster that might prove to be.
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.
