SUNJATA
the flood
Deimos’ sigh has Sunjata working his jaw, contemplating the whole ordeal of whether or not the dreamscape had anything to do with a new future, a new thing to focus on and prevent and fight right when he was finally getting used to his life how it was. “I can ask Frey next time I see them.” He offers out – deciding that maybe the more they asked their respective patrons the more information they might have at their disposal and would hopefully not be lead astray like they had with the Family and his meeting and attempts to handle Dahlia all himself.
That’s not a mistake he’ll be making again, even if it makes him selfish in a way.
Sighing with much more to think about now, he glances over to hear that Deimos has some time left. The offer of sparring sounded appealing, given the fact they might need to be stronger yet again for another fight on the horizon. “We can spar. I’d like to practice my shield and rain magic. What do you need to do?” He asks, glancing over at Deimos.
That’s not a mistake he’ll be making again, even if it makes him selfish in a way.
Sighing with much more to think about now, he glances over to hear that Deimos has some time left. The offer of sparring sounded appealing, given the fact they might need to be stronger yet again for another fight on the horizon. “We can spar. I’d like to practice my shield and rain magic. What do you need to do?” He asks, glancing over at Deimos.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
