i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The party is well underway and Sunjata’s spent a majority of it wrapped up in a warm blanket just watching the festivities. People milling about, the smell of food drifting through the air and greeting them all. Music bounces from the musicians against the walls of the town creating a rather ethereal echo down the cleared pathways.
And without the sun or moon to try and guestimate any time, Sunjata isn’t sure how long he’s been out here watching the festivities. It’s about then that he realizes he hasn’t spotted a particularly familiar face, and with another look around it, he wraps himself in the navy blanket and slips down the main stretch to the alleys, as if he’s ensuring the fact that the paths have been cleared and Niki wasn’t there because he couldn’t get out of his home.
It’s open, though, curiously enough. Even if he’d still not seen the necromancer as he arrives to the door of the home he’d given the other man. So, with a moment of hesitating that has him wrapping the blanket around him tighter as if that would be a better boon to keep the heat in, and reaches up to knock on Niki’s door – leaning in to try and see if he can hear him approaching the door and prepping mentally what he’s going to say to try and get the abandoned out and about in the party.
And without the sun or moon to try and guestimate any time, Sunjata isn’t sure how long he’s been out here watching the festivities. It’s about then that he realizes he hasn’t spotted a particularly familiar face, and with another look around it, he wraps himself in the navy blanket and slips down the main stretch to the alleys, as if he’s ensuring the fact that the paths have been cleared and Niki wasn’t there because he couldn’t get out of his home.
It’s open, though, curiously enough. Even if he’d still not seen the necromancer as he arrives to the door of the home he’d given the other man. So, with a moment of hesitating that has him wrapping the blanket around him tighter as if that would be a better boon to keep the heat in, and reaches up to knock on Niki’s door – leaning in to try and see if he can hear him approaching the door and prepping mentally what he’s going to say to try and get the abandoned out and about in the party.
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.
