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
Despite the kindness that Deimos offers, Sunjata knows that the Sword would absolutely rather be doing anything else than be talking with him. So as the ash melts away into nothing in the wind, Sunjata hearing the offer nods quietly for a moment, taking it for what it was. Not a new start, of course, for the Flood had run out of those long ago. Instead, playing nice, as Sunjata found many doing with him these days. “Of course. Thank you.” He offers instead, moving to collect his things as well.
Once they’re all set, he looks back toward Deimos once and his companions briefly. “Travel safe.” he says instead of the multitude of other things he could try to say – convincing him of how different he was now, how he fully intended to love and protect Hotaru as she deserved. All of it, kept bottled up inside, to be told to the Valkyrie the second he got back home to King’s End.
With that, Sunjata steps away, leaving Deimos in the woods while he wanders toward a clearing, shifts into the dark draconic shift of his with Petronella nestled safely in clutches with his bag, taking to the sky to head home.
Once they’re all set, he looks back toward Deimos once and his companions briefly. “Travel safe.” he says instead of the multitude of other things he could try to say – convincing him of how different he was now, how he fully intended to love and protect Hotaru as she deserved. All of it, kept bottled up inside, to be told to the Valkyrie the second he got back home to King’s End.
With that, Sunjata steps away, leaving Deimos in the woods while he wanders toward a clearing, shifts into the dark draconic shift of his with Petronella nestled safely in clutches with his bag, taking to the sky to head home.
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.
