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
In his own younger years, it would have been impossible. Magic and gods weren’t a thing in the slightest where he came from – and sometimes, if Sunjata really admits deep down, it still feels like a bit of a fever dream – everything that’s happened here. For now, though, he lives day to day, collecting the water easily with his magic and filling her jar to the brim until she caps it, and once she has, the Flood sinks back into the water.
He tries to let it loosen some of the soreness in his muscles, eyes shutting comfortably in turn – at least until she says she had another dream and his brows pinch and he looks back at her as he tries not to let the frown cross his face. “What was it?” He asks, already preparing himself for needing to pass it along – hopefully before the plans got out.
He tries to let it loosen some of the soreness in his muscles, eyes shutting comfortably in turn – at least until she says she had another dream and his brows pinch and he looks back at her as he tries not to let the frown cross his face. “What was it?” He asks, already preparing himself for needing to pass it along – hopefully before the plans got out.
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.
