I'm about to cause a damn ruckus
It’s a shrine he’s come to often, one that allows for him to get higher in the trees, to become one with his attuned nature as he arrives in the form of the flying fox. Perching on the branch is easy enough for the Flood, easier still as he shifts back into himself, straddling the branch as he fumbles around in his pockets, still not quite prepared to come face to face with his deity looking like his deceased husband.
So with the blindfold of before, he carefully unfolds it to ensure it doesn’t fly off in the breeze whistling through the trees, tying it on over his eyes before he levels his blindfolded attention onto the shrine. “Frey, the brothel has been finished.” He starts, pausing as if debating whether to go on. “We’re calling it the House of Midnight. It's off the main road that leads through the Barrows toward the Refuge but far enough out of reach that it isn’t within its boundaries.” Another pause, a half smirk that tries to form on his scarred lips. “Thought it would be more fun that way.” A tattooed shoulder rises and falls in a small half shrug, paired with a slight huff of a laugh.
So with the blindfold of before, he carefully unfolds it to ensure it doesn’t fly off in the breeze whistling through the trees, tying it on over his eyes before he levels his blindfolded attention onto the shrine. “Frey, the brothel has been finished.” He starts, pausing as if debating whether to go on. “We’re calling it the House of Midnight. It's off the main road that leads through the Barrows toward the Refuge but far enough out of reach that it isn’t within its boundaries.” Another pause, a half smirk that tries to form on his scarred lips. “Thought it would be more fun that way.” A tattooed shoulder rises and falls in a small half shrug, paired with a slight huff of a laugh.
the flood
How you bleed when you bleed nothing?
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
