better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
Regardless of what Deimos and Sunjata had always felt for each other – they did always choose the bigger fight in the moment. The sea panther they’d fought and everything else in between. Talk could come later, once the threat had died down. And it’s a theme that continues now as well – even as Petronella remains clinging to Sunjata’s shoulders as he works the water magic in a binding, watching with a quiet approval as the ice shards tear away the flesh of the river star.
It doesn’t last, though, the Flood watching as the creature shifts, suddenly attempting to cut through the water bindings with its razor sharp edges. It gets one off, the water falling to the river – but not before Sunjata shoots up two more streams, latching onto each point that the river star holds. And just in case that isn’t enough, there’s a grit to his teeth as he steps up beside Deimos more fully now. “Sorry about the rain.” He murmurs in advance, before the sudden downpour begins beneath the canopies of the trees – a refreshing, healing sensation everywhere the water touches Deimos and all of their companions, yet the void river star gets pelted with sharp digs of raindrops, not unlike the shards Deimos launches.
It doesn’t last, though, the Flood watching as the creature shifts, suddenly attempting to cut through the water bindings with its razor sharp edges. It gets one off, the water falling to the river – but not before Sunjata shoots up two more streams, latching onto each point that the river star holds. And just in case that isn’t enough, there’s a grit to his teeth as he steps up beside Deimos more fully now. “Sorry about the rain.” He murmurs in advance, before the sudden downpour begins beneath the canopies of the trees – a refreshing, healing sensation everywhere the water touches Deimos and all of their companions, yet the void river star gets pelted with sharp digs of raindrops, not unlike the shards Deimos launches.
SUNJATA
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.
