// so if i fly too far
will i still have a place inside your heart? //
will i still have a place inside your heart? //
Approval looms in the deep rumble of a laugh that leaves Sunjata to see Melita meet her mark, one that doesn’t last that long as he shifts his attention onto his own. The ink becomes a flurry the second the arrow is launched and Sunjata narrows in on his own crow, slamming it to the ground once before using the time the avian is stunned to drown it, before shooting out a few more spouts of water.
These spouts are more of warnings, to keep the majority away while he targets his next one, intending to do the same with the water and the grapple, drowning the birds where he could, intending to take some of them to the House of Midnight in case they could be used. For now, though, the flurry of birds is met with ice and water, at odds with the typical elements of the Climb. An advantage, in some ways.
These spouts are more of warnings, to keep the majority away while he targets his next one, intending to do the same with the water and the grapple, drowning the birds where he could, intending to take some of them to the House of Midnight in case they could be used. For now, though, the flurry of birds is met with ice and water, at odds with the typical elements of the Climb. An advantage, in some ways.
the flood
// and when you see what i've become
will you love me for who i am, not who i was? //
will you love me for who i am, not who i was? //
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.
