please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
It’s a small little pit stop on the way to Frey’s Breath, just to take another quick look and see if any lilies would appear and give them just that much more of an advantage over Starfall. Sticking to as much shade and darkness as he can, sweat still clings to the Flood’s skin as he drifts through, dressed down thanks to the heat. The Climb at Longheat was almost insufferably hot, enough that each intake of breath felt humid and sweltering, but having practiced his water magic with Deimos he at least can make his water colder now – enough that he doesn’t have to worry too much about overheating and dehydration.
Rounding a corner, he hears the low hum of a voice before he approaches, then the brief scrabble of claws on stone. A bit on edge, unsure what to expect but prepping himself anyway, the Flood turns the corner only to come face to face with someone familiar – and most importantly, not void touched. “Hey Iskra.” Sunjata calls out over to him, offering a wave from his lightning scarred hand and a crooked smile. “Hi Goose.” He adds, diverting his attention to the canine. “What’re you guys doing all the way out here?”
Rounding a corner, he hears the low hum of a voice before he approaches, then the brief scrabble of claws on stone. A bit on edge, unsure what to expect but prepping himself anyway, the Flood turns the corner only to come face to face with someone familiar – and most importantly, not void touched. “Hey Iskra.” Sunjata calls out over to him, offering a wave from his lightning scarred hand and a crooked smile. “Hi Goose.” He adds, diverting his attention to the canine. “What’re you guys doing all the way out here?”
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.
