i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It was better – low costs, keeping his hands to himself, hidden away in the middle of King’s End where there was little to no vital things that could happen that would change the world as they knew it. As far as he was concerned, he’s been doing well these days. And there is some happiness when it came to her shrug, no complaints, no wishes for things to be different. Perhaps he was on the right track to prove that he was different.
Even still, the crux of the Grounds lingers at the back of his mind and he can’t help but to ask the question, eating more of his steak while he listens to her answer, washing it down with another sip of water before a frown crosses his face. “I hated that feeling.” He admits. It had always been there for him, lingering, but it was where the Ascended worked the best, had located themselves, and back then? It hadn’t felt as bad. Nowadays, though, not only did the LongNight monster memories seem to haunt the place, but the Ascended that never made it out of the war seemed to follow suit. “I still have to prepare for LongNight like I’m still in the Grounds.” Distrustful, unable to keep from loading everything up into his place of residence at the time, refraining from leaving just in case.
Even still, the crux of the Grounds lingers at the back of his mind and he can’t help but to ask the question, eating more of his steak while he listens to her answer, washing it down with another sip of water before a frown crosses his face. “I hated that feeling.” He admits. It had always been there for him, lingering, but it was where the Ascended worked the best, had located themselves, and back then? It hadn’t felt as bad. Nowadays, though, not only did the LongNight monster memories seem to haunt the place, but the Ascended that never made it out of the war seemed to follow suit. “I still have to prepare for LongNight like I’m still in the Grounds.” Distrustful, unable to keep from loading everything up into his place of residence at the time, refraining from leaving just in case.
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.
