// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Her warning is met with a hum of acknowledgement, a soft little “got it”, leaving him despite having already sunk the blade into the beast. It’s limp, thankfully, and beside it comes a few of the debris of hardened, stocky plant life, roots of a sort that Sunjata cuts off with the blade and uses his water magic once more to drag the creature toward one of those lines of red and orange, sliding it into the crevice, watching as the heat of the magma starts to steam against the water he held it with previously.
It gives him a moment to glance back and see the great work that Melita makes, seeing the spree of dead rock sliders around her like a reckoning. “I heard about Flora’s wound.” He offers with a soft frown, lips twisting in a hint of distaste at the idea of being infected like they had been with the Climb Fever and the Blight.
It gives him a moment to glance back and see the great work that Melita makes, seeing the spree of dead rock sliders around her like a reckoning. “I heard about Flora’s wound.” He offers with a soft frown, lips twisting in a hint of distaste at the idea of being infected like they had been with the Climb Fever and the Blight.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
