SUNJATA
the flood
It was definitely something to ponder about – the strange vision that Deimos had seen that Sunjata hadn’t been privy to in making sure that Melita was okay after passing out. Perhaps he’ll have to ask her more about what she’d seen and compare the two of them to what Deimos had spotted. But for now, his focus shifts to the sparring, especially if a new threat was on the horizon, and he offers the Warden a nod as he leaves the options open.
Once they reach a space that’s absent enough of people, he steps away from the other leader to get some distance, contemplating which would be best. “You can go offensively. I’ll work on defending.” He muses, turning back to Deimos with a smile and a confident nod, conjuring water at his fingertips in dripping little balls of swirling liquid, prepped and ready for Deimos to start.
Once they reach a space that’s absent enough of people, he steps away from the other leader to get some distance, contemplating which would be best. “You can go offensively. I’ll work on defending.” He muses, turning back to Deimos with a smile and a confident nod, conjuring water at his fingertips in dripping little balls of swirling liquid, prepped and ready for Deimos to start.
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.
