SUNJATA
clipped wings and you're the one holding the bone saw
now things are getting so out of control
now things are getting so out of control
The incline of Hadama’s head is enough for Sunjata, quietly grateful that the merfolk King doesn’t pry. And he’s quick to latch onto the other conversation starting, over wars and gods and unknown threats which are perhaps the worst kind. At least when it came to the last war they knew what they were getting into; which abilities each side had and how to best prepare defenses against it.
As for the safe haven, well, it was unnerving. Especially for those that haven’t lived a life without access to any magic. “I don’t believe much of it can change, but after speaking with Frey it won’t be closed off like it was during the war. I understand, though.” To be able to offer more help and safety for others throughout if anything were to happen.
Which again, the Flood hopes nothing does.
But then the will-o-wisp comes in, bringing with it memories and voices he really doesn’t want to hear. The water twitches as his fingers do, before Hadama’s voice reaches him and he exhales, shaking it off as he dispels the water again, lips quirking in a slight frown as he glares over in the direction of it. “No, the closest would probably be the Villi, but they don’t appear during the day. Spirits of lovers who died of heartbreak that will attack those they think cause their distress.” A casual shrug leaves him as his head tilts back toward Hadama. “Easy enough to deal with, at least.” His voice draws quieter as if he’s thinking.
As for the safe haven, well, it was unnerving. Especially for those that haven’t lived a life without access to any magic. “I don’t believe much of it can change, but after speaking with Frey it won’t be closed off like it was during the war. I understand, though.” To be able to offer more help and safety for others throughout if anything were to happen.
Which again, the Flood hopes nothing does.
But then the will-o-wisp comes in, bringing with it memories and voices he really doesn’t want to hear. The water twitches as his fingers do, before Hadama’s voice reaches him and he exhales, shaking it off as he dispels the water again, lips quirking in a slight frown as he glares over in the direction of it. “No, the closest would probably be the Villi, but they don’t appear during the day. Spirits of lovers who died of heartbreak that will attack those they think cause their distress.” A casual shrug leaves him as his head tilts back toward Hadama. “Easy enough to deal with, at least.” His voice draws quieter as if he’s thinking.
the spiraling starts and we can't pull up, our hands are tied together so,
on the way down, we make every moment count
on the way down, we make every moment count
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.
