temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Escaping the festival came with multitudes of relief. Far enough away from Everest and the terrifying shape he’s taken as well as relief in the fact that he’s emptied the contents of his stomach enough that he’s finally stopped shaking. The cold night of the Greatwood gets to him, though, and in the anxiety and stress he’d endured, checking over his shoulder every few minutes, it leaves the Flood in the shape of a wandering demon of sorts.
Draconic scales cover his torso, seen in the way it turns his dark sweater into more of a turtleneck, creeping up onto his cheeks. His arms fully coated in the scales and his fingertips as sharp black taloned claws. His wings are tucked neatly behind him, though available enough to be an additional bartering weapon should he need it. Horns spiral from his skull, towering him further as he drifts and the Greatwood guides him toward the village; toward a space where hopefully less void creatures were located.
That and being around people would probably be a boon.
At any rate, he looks like a tall, pale demon as he steps through the grasses, trying not to jump at every little sound, claws clicking as he keeps a bubble of water streaming like a ribbon between them just in case he needed to utilize it.
Draconic scales cover his torso, seen in the way it turns his dark sweater into more of a turtleneck, creeping up onto his cheeks. His arms fully coated in the scales and his fingertips as sharp black taloned claws. His wings are tucked neatly behind him, though available enough to be an additional bartering weapon should he need it. Horns spiral from his skull, towering him further as he drifts and the Greatwood guides him toward the village; toward a space where hopefully less void creatures were located.
That and being around people would probably be a boon.
At any rate, he looks like a tall, pale demon as he steps through the grasses, trying not to jump at every little sound, claws clicking as he keeps a bubble of water streaming like a ribbon between them just in case he needed to utilize it.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
