SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
The path in New Haven gleams golden in the sunlight, the way it reflects and casts a certain sparkle along the houses and businesses that dot the path leading through it. The grass is green, bordering on yellow from the incessant heat of Longheat, and while a storm had just blown through days ago, the Flood still sprinkles a bit of water as he goes just to help keep them as vibrant.
Stopping just after the little courtyard portion, the Flood dips into a fence of a business currently focusing on selling wraps and fighting instruments for hand to hand practice, though Sunjata isn’t aiming for that. He nods a smile and a greeting to the merchant before he dips along the side of the building toward the back, to the training grounds that had been put up, and heads toward a target in the distance that’s been left alone from the rest. It makes it more private, easier to unleash what he could without hurting anyone around him.
So, shaking out his limbs and stretching a bit, the Flood takes a deep breath to settle himself, and he throws the first punch at the target, injecting it with a stream of water.
Stopping just after the little courtyard portion, the Flood dips into a fence of a business currently focusing on selling wraps and fighting instruments for hand to hand practice, though Sunjata isn’t aiming for that. He nods a smile and a greeting to the merchant before he dips along the side of the building toward the back, to the training grounds that had been put up, and heads toward a target in the distance that’s been left alone from the rest. It makes it more private, easier to unleash what he could without hurting anyone around him.
So, shaking out his limbs and stretching a bit, the Flood takes a deep breath to settle himself, and he throws the first punch at the target, injecting it with a stream of water.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
