i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“A perk, I suppose.” He offers with a soft smile, finding their way to the clearing where he starts to stretch out, getting used to the crunch of the snow under his boots. But as they find the place to start the training and Sunjata takes in the tranquility of it, she corrects him in that they hadn’t actually made any snowmen. His head tilts toward her as he tries to remember, finding so much of his mind jumbled over the years. “Oh,” a brief pause as a warm chuckle slips from his throat. “I think all the times I almost died probably didn’t do my memory any favors.”
It’s said with a slight wince that deepens the wrinkles in his face, humming a sound of agreement shortly after as he moves to start collecting snow. “Sounds like a plan to me.” He works on using his knowledge of snow now to figure out how it works, getting enough packed together to roll it into a ball big enough to be the base before he starts on the next to be the chest.
It’s said with a slight wince that deepens the wrinkles in his face, humming a sound of agreement shortly after as he moves to start collecting snow. “Sounds like a plan to me.” He works on using his knowledge of snow now to figure out how it works, getting enough packed together to roll it into a ball big enough to be the base before he starts on the next to be the chest.
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.
