// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
He’d watched the last of the event from afar, having not wanted to interrupt the game afoot it seemed. But when the aftermath had settled – and before any various meetings to attend – the Flood finds himself wandering around the aftermath, precisely at the time Petronella, the little sea panther, started darting off in a different direction. She’s bigger now, still unused to the cold entirely, but the cub darts through the snow like a spotted black rabbit, heading straight for a figure she recognizes.
And Sunjata’s quite helpless in catching up – to the point he shifts to his macaw shift, a streak of blue as he chases after the panther, who’s already found her target. But it’s a confusing maze at the best of times, and this isn’t exactly ideal, Sunjata is grateful for the height his macaw offers and the fact that his companion doesn’t blend into the snow.
As such, the macaw lands in front of them, shifting back into himself as he looks to Pip and Koa who’s fucking red as all hell and frigid, and he rushes over with confusion flaring in his gaze. “Koa, what happened? Was it the whole fucking sleigh ordeal?” Already reaching out to tug Koa into a hug, his scent warping to whatever Koa found appealing in the moment, Sunjata tries to offer his own warmth to lend the help he can while Petronella moves to the other side of the dragoon to try and offer some of her own warmth.
And Sunjata’s quite helpless in catching up – to the point he shifts to his macaw shift, a streak of blue as he chases after the panther, who’s already found her target. But it’s a confusing maze at the best of times, and this isn’t exactly ideal, Sunjata is grateful for the height his macaw offers and the fact that his companion doesn’t blend into the snow.
As such, the macaw lands in front of them, shifting back into himself as he looks to Pip and Koa who’s fucking red as all hell and frigid, and he rushes over with confusion flaring in his gaze. “Koa, what happened? Was it the whole fucking sleigh ordeal?” Already reaching out to tug Koa into a hug, his scent warping to whatever Koa found appealing in the moment, Sunjata tries to offer his own warmth to lend the help he can while Petronella moves to the other side of the dragoon to try and offer some of her own warmth.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
