// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
King’s End was a topic even he hadn’t thought about immediately, taking a moment to glance around the House of Midnight with a soft smile. “Things here are good. People miss you still, of course, but everything’s worked out well.” It was self sustainable whether he was here or not, able to come and go and simply make harder choices to run it when the rest couldn’t come to a decision. Other than that? It ran like a well oiled machine.
King’s End as a whole, however, his smile turns a hint lopsided with the scar. “It’s livable now. I’m taking leadership of it. And I currently have a quest to make a shrine to Frey here.” She’d know exactly the reason why he needs to add it in, preventing himself from returning to the knoll where Safrin had tried to murder him for his betrayal. “Other than that, a lot of things still need to get done. More houses, fixing up the roads to connect everything, a skyport probably, a notice board.” He starts to trail off, growing wearier as the list goes on and on.
As for the hydra and the rest of the world going to hell again, his smile shifts to something a bit more apologetic as he exhales a sound through his teeth, agreeing entirely. “I am too.” He offers the relief himself, too. “But you know if that were the case, I’d be there for you and the other Ancients.” He’d repeat it, fight for the underdogs if needed. It was ingrained in him to do such things, consequences be damned.
His head tilts when she suggests training with some of the other demigods, though, a consideration he hadn’t really thought of. “That’s true.” But who? Maybe someone that really wanted to get some frustration out in taking off a head or something. “Maybe Ronin. If I’m being honest, I still feel like a black sheep at the demigod get togethers.” His smile shifts to something awkward, uncertain, puffing out a quiet unseen sigh.
King’s End as a whole, however, his smile turns a hint lopsided with the scar. “It’s livable now. I’m taking leadership of it. And I currently have a quest to make a shrine to Frey here.” She’d know exactly the reason why he needs to add it in, preventing himself from returning to the knoll where Safrin had tried to murder him for his betrayal. “Other than that, a lot of things still need to get done. More houses, fixing up the roads to connect everything, a skyport probably, a notice board.” He starts to trail off, growing wearier as the list goes on and on.
As for the hydra and the rest of the world going to hell again, his smile shifts to something a bit more apologetic as he exhales a sound through his teeth, agreeing entirely. “I am too.” He offers the relief himself, too. “But you know if that were the case, I’d be there for you and the other Ancients.” He’d repeat it, fight for the underdogs if needed. It was ingrained in him to do such things, consequences be damned.
His head tilts when she suggests training with some of the other demigods, though, a consideration he hadn’t really thought of. “That’s true.” But who? Maybe someone that really wanted to get some frustration out in taking off a head or something. “Maybe Ronin. If I’m being honest, I still feel like a black sheep at the demigod get togethers.” His smile shifts to something awkward, uncertain, puffing out a quiet unseen sigh.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
