// and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and i
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
Despite his size, Sunjata’s always had an agile, athletic way to move around whether it be battlefields or the day to day. And when it comes to training, it certainly takes the forefront of his mind. It’s such that as Edmund steps over to retrieve the flame from the bonfire, Sunjata’s conjuring water from thin air, the light sparkling from the flickering flames. He reaches deeper, drawing little droplets surrounding him, and once Edmund offers the choice of starting, the Flood takes a moment to calculate just how to go against the young man.
He plants his feet, the main stream of water warbling into something akin to a string when he suddenly moves swiftly, sending the stream of water out to the hand that harbors the flame in its palm, and alongside the makeshift water whip, the droplets start to move, as if he’s creating a makeshift rainstorm.
He plants his feet, the main stream of water warbling into something akin to a string when he suddenly moves swiftly, sending the stream of water out to the hand that harbors the flame in its palm, and alongside the makeshift water whip, the droplets start to move, as if he’s creating a makeshift rainstorm.
the flood
// and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim //
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.
