// look who's digging their own grave //
She explains that she doesn’t hide, and his fevered mind is half tempted to ask if the tops of the Fangs and the bottom of the ocean were exactly that - hiding, that is – but the thought slips from his mind just about as easily as it had arrived. And he concedes, flashing her an easy smile before her voice shifts toward something sad. Keep them safe? From what?
Then it hits, and he vaguely remembers why he’d need to keep them safe.
“Okay. I will.” He hums, letting the Wraith go. And when she admits she needs to leave, the Flood does nothing more than stand there in the somewhat cleaned up mess of the Slagveld post monsoon, watching as Haai howls a quiet goodbye, hand half raised in his own attempt to say goodbye.
- FIN <3
Then it hits, and he vaguely remembers why he’d need to keep them safe.
“Okay. I will.” He hums, letting the Wraith go. And when she admits she needs to leave, the Flood does nothing more than stand there in the somewhat cleaned up mess of the Slagveld post monsoon, watching as Haai howls a quiet goodbye, hand half raised in his own attempt to say goodbye.
- FIN <3
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.
