fightin' with my shadow, that is somethin' i am good at / givin' me the power that is provin' to have backlash
There’s a nod given toward Quanil at the continued praise and appreciation, a low hum of a chuckle leaving his lips in response as they reach the Slagveld. “Who am I to deny a god?” He offers, a bit unhelpfully. Who is he to deny Maea as well? The thought has him swallowing hard, slipping briefly away to grab some wrappings for Quanil’s hand and his own.
The next question is met with a raise of his brow. “They are Korofian.” He rumbles back with some hint of amusement to it. “VlamVloed means Fire and Flood.” He begins, choosing that one first because it’s the easiest to describe. “My girl back in Korofi was nicknamed the Flame of Korofi, likewise I was called the Flood.” A small shrug to that, as he moves onto the next statement. “Slagveld is a bit harder… I guess I’d say it’s closer to meaning something like a battlefield.” A small smirk crossing his face at the thought, before he extends his hands out with the wraps, aiming to take Quanil’s into his own to wrap them up before they get started.
The next question is met with a raise of his brow. “They are Korofian.” He rumbles back with some hint of amusement to it. “VlamVloed means Fire and Flood.” He begins, choosing that one first because it’s the easiest to describe. “My girl back in Korofi was nicknamed the Flame of Korofi, likewise I was called the Flood.” A small shrug to that, as he moves onto the next statement. “Slagveld is a bit harder… I guess I’d say it’s closer to meaning something like a battlefield.” A small smirk crossing his face at the thought, before he extends his hands out with the wraps, aiming to take Quanil’s into his own to wrap them up before they get started.
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.
