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
It takes so much work but Sunjata doesn’t mind. The adrenaline keeps him afloat, diligent and focused with each wisp of the fire that he fights back. Dousing a stretch of it, the Flood steps forward into the space that still steams, coating him with humidity and sweat even further, body taking on the floral tattoos as he continues to conjure water, to swell, to bloom, to cast out like another net and douse the next stretch.
And eventually by the time he has a chance to breathe and focus, Sunjata keeps the water swirling around him just in case there’s more fire that needs to be put out. His boots squelch through the mud as he turns toward Colt when she speaks, his storm cloud gaze focusing on her in the distance.
He steps over to her, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder and offer her a tired smile - all the bullshit playful fuckery of before suddenly gone. “Anytime, Colt. And if you need help rebuilding stuff, don’t hesitate to ask.” He murmurs before he nods to her and the hands that have helped.
Then, after a few moments, he steps away to take to the skies as a black bat, flitting through the storm back toward the town.
- FIN
And eventually by the time he has a chance to breathe and focus, Sunjata keeps the water swirling around him just in case there’s more fire that needs to be put out. His boots squelch through the mud as he turns toward Colt when she speaks, his storm cloud gaze focusing on her in the distance.
He steps over to her, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder and offer her a tired smile - all the bullshit playful fuckery of before suddenly gone. “Anytime, Colt. And if you need help rebuilding stuff, don’t hesitate to ask.” He murmurs before he nods to her and the hands that have helped.
Then, after a few moments, he steps away to take to the skies as a black bat, flitting through the storm back toward the town.
- FIN
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.
