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
“Thanks.” Sunjata murmurs, taking it for what it was. A boon of luck in the face of everything where hope is the only thing they can work off of. It’s enough that Sunjata feels a little less worried about everything for the moment that he can focus on utilizing his magic through the water as he poses his question to the Sword.
The second that the agreement comes and Deimos is moving the water away from the edges, Sunjata’s magic taps into the water, crafting those binds of clear, spinning ropes of water that drag the encantado to the surface, dragging it out from the water onto the shore to have a better shot at trying to take the creature out without letting anything seep back into the river.
The second that the agreement comes and Deimos is moving the water away from the edges, Sunjata’s magic taps into the water, crafting those binds of clear, spinning ropes of water that drag the encantado to the surface, dragging it out from the water onto the shore to have a better shot at trying to take the creature out without letting anything seep back into the river.
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.
