you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
Of fucking course. His words echo through the first and second crowd, but the third is already far too panicked, rushing and pushing and moving him back within it. He hisses under his breath, continuing to try and quell everyone’s fears. The idea of telling them to organize will do little – they simply won’t listen. So he reaches out with his compelling, reaching for a few colorful parrots in the area to guide the way, a beacon of sorts among the ash and darkness that encroaches.
With a shout to follow the birds, Sunjata shifts into his bat shift – imagining that the ash would effect his feathers in a way that would harm more than help him – trying to rise above the crowd, shouting through his attuned bond to any of those within the crowd that may be attuned as well, to follow the colorful birds that swoop and lead the way.
Sunjata compels a few colorful parrots to try and guide crowd 3 and shifts into his bat shift (flying fox) to get out from being inside the crowd.
With a shout to follow the birds, Sunjata shifts into his bat shift – imagining that the ash would effect his feathers in a way that would harm more than help him – trying to rise above the crowd, shouting through his attuned bond to any of those within the crowd that may be attuned as well, to follow the colorful birds that swoop and lead the way.
Sunjata compels a few colorful parrots to try and guide crowd 3 and shifts into his bat shift (flying fox) to get out from being inside the crowd.
which way is up?
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.
