i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Confusion clearly flares in Sunjata’s face at the question, blinking dumbly up at his deity as he’s scanned incredibly calculated. Far more than he’s used to seeing, but with an underlying current of power, the kind inherent to him given his status as their demigod. “I feel fine.” He admits, suddenly wondering if that isn’t the correct answer. Shouldn’t he be worried about the current threats? He can’t find it in him to find it threatening, though.
Suddenly, the glowing streams of purple glow beneath his skin and he watches it, jaw working in confusion at the mention of eating something purple, shaking his head. “Have I?” His brows pinch and he tries to think about what he’s done, before a dawning realization hits, and his gaze lifts to Frey, not seeing for himself how it could be a bad thing, given the influence of his infection that he doesn’t know much about other than being drawn to Stormbreak and Dahlia in particular, and how the creatures of the void don’t affect him anymore.
“I haven’t eaten anything purple.” Kissed, is another story though, as Frey would see the memory flash in his mind, despite feeling like it wasn’t something terrible.
Perhaps it was with the intrigue that Frey has. His confusion over it is evident as he remains still, looking up at Frey as his body glimmers shiny purple.
Suddenly, the glowing streams of purple glow beneath his skin and he watches it, jaw working in confusion at the mention of eating something purple, shaking his head. “Have I?” His brows pinch and he tries to think about what he’s done, before a dawning realization hits, and his gaze lifts to Frey, not seeing for himself how it could be a bad thing, given the influence of his infection that he doesn’t know much about other than being drawn to Stormbreak and Dahlia in particular, and how the creatures of the void don’t affect him anymore.
“I haven’t eaten anything purple.” Kissed, is another story though, as Frey would see the memory flash in his mind, despite feeling like it wasn’t something terrible.
Perhaps it was with the intrigue that Frey has. His confusion over it is evident as he remains still, looking up at Frey as his body glimmers shiny purple.
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.
