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
“Yup.” Sunjata answers bluntly, offering a smile to hear Iskra’s laughter bubble through and an explanation of what they’d done when they were younger. Perhaps that’s what happened when he was too busy fucking everything up with Safrin and Nate and Phoebe, back then. It does do him some calm to know that she hadn’t been completely and totally alone. “Her father was… married to my sister for a time.” This is said a touch more delicately.
Graasvoel had given all of them their trauma one way or another. And Sunjata had much preferred to show her what a Korofian could be as opposed to the snake her father was. Going so far as to teach her their language.
But those thoughts meld with a version of him that no longer exists, with the help he can offer, the good he can do. So he calls upon the rain to cool down the woodcutter and his canine (and himself in the process), wings flaring a touch to offer a bit of a fan for a breeze amongst the dampness of their skin and fur while Iskra works and he collects the ore. "If you need water or a multitude of random shifts, I'm your guy." He jests lightly while they work.
It’s Goose that immediately has Sunjata’s attention, too. And he stares back at the dog before suddenly spotting the void fyrhunds with a curse of a language Iskra would not understand. They look worse than they had before – the infection rendering him seeing dog-like beings, made completely out of eyes and tentacles rather than what Iskra would see. And it’s that discomfort that has him acting immediately.
One charges him – a mistake, he’s sure, because what erupts from him is clearly an indicator of overreaction but also his namesake. Sunjata unleashes a wave of water from his feet, like he’d drawn it up from the gods themselves, and it rushes past Iskra and Goose leaving their feet and legs wet but otherwise unharmed, before slamming first into the voidforged fyrhund that aims its attack on him, before slamming into the one that’s attempting to take a bite out of Goose.
He uses his riptide!
Magic: Riptide | Creates an explosive wave that travels 60ft. Allies in the radius are uneffected, and enemies on the ground within 15 feet are knocked down.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
Graasvoel had given all of them their trauma one way or another. And Sunjata had much preferred to show her what a Korofian could be as opposed to the snake her father was. Going so far as to teach her their language.
But those thoughts meld with a version of him that no longer exists, with the help he can offer, the good he can do. So he calls upon the rain to cool down the woodcutter and his canine (and himself in the process), wings flaring a touch to offer a bit of a fan for a breeze amongst the dampness of their skin and fur while Iskra works and he collects the ore. "If you need water or a multitude of random shifts, I'm your guy." He jests lightly while they work.
It’s Goose that immediately has Sunjata’s attention, too. And he stares back at the dog before suddenly spotting the void fyrhunds with a curse of a language Iskra would not understand. They look worse than they had before – the infection rendering him seeing dog-like beings, made completely out of eyes and tentacles rather than what Iskra would see. And it’s that discomfort that has him acting immediately.
One charges him – a mistake, he’s sure, because what erupts from him is clearly an indicator of overreaction but also his namesake. Sunjata unleashes a wave of water from his feet, like he’d drawn it up from the gods themselves, and it rushes past Iskra and Goose leaving their feet and legs wet but otherwise unharmed, before slamming first into the voidforged fyrhund that aims its attack on him, before slamming into the one that’s attempting to take a bite out of Goose.
He uses his riptide!
Magic: Riptide | Creates an explosive wave that travels 60ft. Allies in the radius are uneffected, and enemies on the ground within 15 feet are knocked down.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
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.
