// corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last? //
could it be it's the same as the last? //
He’d heard of a marketplace, born on the water and wreckage off of the Boondock’s shores. So it draws his attention, the Flood – with the accompaniment of Petronella – arriving on the outskirts to watch it from afar before they head out to check out the shops. He’s off the shore, letting the sea panther cub play in the water on the shore when he spots something in the corner of his eye shoot up about thirty feet in the air.
It grips his attention sharply, given the fact he still doesn’t know anything about what made the craters not far from here. But upon inspection he realizes it’s a river star, a poor bird trapped within its embrace. The avian is already gone, a small mercy, given the strangeness of what the river star looks like. It’s no longer bright, and the markers on the sandy, rocky earth around them prove to him that it hadn’t been lying in wait for the bird to land but appears to have hunted the poor thing.
He grimaces, mentally telling Petronella to remain by the shore and away from the creature while he inspects the black surface with purple hues, making a mental note to tell Deimos of this in the letter he’d sent.
Well, at least the weather here hasn’t changed.
It grips his attention sharply, given the fact he still doesn’t know anything about what made the craters not far from here. But upon inspection he realizes it’s a river star, a poor bird trapped within its embrace. The avian is already gone, a small mercy, given the strangeness of what the river star looks like. It’s no longer bright, and the markers on the sandy, rocky earth around them prove to him that it hadn’t been lying in wait for the bird to land but appears to have hunted the poor thing.
He grimaces, mentally telling Petronella to remain by the shore and away from the creature while he inspects the black surface with purple hues, making a mental note to tell Deimos of this in the letter he’d sent.
Well, at least the weather here hasn’t changed.
the flood
// i swear i've seen your face elsewhere before
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
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.
