the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

The day was bright, warm, nice. No storms on the horizon, neither past nor in the close future, and he finds it comfortable enough to keep his shirt slung through a loop to his shorts, glancing over his shoulder as he steps through a sandy dune, full of relatively tall grasses to try and spot a place for the house. The scars have healed, still somewhat painful if pressed too hard, but at least instead of there being bleeding wounds there were simply… Pink scars, crescent shaped and having healed in arcs that removed hints of his tattoos to his back.

All in all, it wasn’t bad in comparison to how it was. “So if the lighthouse is there…” He hums to Maea as Haai scouts ahead, iridescent wings flaring through the sky as she dances around the winds. Sunjata’s gaze drifts forward again toward a path, almost as if it’s been used plenty of times, deciding to take it. “Then if we go this way maybe we’ll find something.” He wonders if perhaps instead of building it from scratch – gods, the time needed to do that – if there might be some left behind, some abandoned by families of sailors and fishermen that hadn’t come back from the sea, to possibly expand upon.

but not who i am

SuNJATA