i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
With the letter in the back of his mind and the absolute need to ensure he’s there early, the Flood’s arrival had come late in the night, just after the stars had begun to show along the coast of Haulani. He’d spent a night within the Inn, prepared, bright and early to arrive just when the exchange would occur. And as such, he trails after the group that has collected Dahlia, his jaw set tight, but with nods granted to everyone in attendance - Hadama, Remi, and Ronin.
Such that when they reach the beach and she walks unbound, Sunjata hangs to the side, silent but forcing himself to stare at Dorian, to bite through the way the man’s face is permanently horrifying, all too many eyes and teeth and caverns, yawning skin pulled too taught over the confines of what would typically be bone. But through the pride of himself, he continues to watch, to prepare with muscles taught and careful, just in case.
Such that when they reach the beach and she walks unbound, Sunjata hangs to the side, silent but forcing himself to stare at Dorian, to bite through the way the man’s face is permanently horrifying, all too many eyes and teeth and caverns, yawning skin pulled too taught over the confines of what would typically be bone. But through the pride of himself, he continues to watch, to prepare with muscles taught and careful, just in case.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
