// a reminder, ready when you find her, i repress the iridescence of a fire
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //
Why did he come back up from the depths?
“My work wasn’t finished yet.” Comes the easy response, as if all of this makes sense, and he understands that perhaps he’s been drowning all this time and this has become his rebirth.
He pauses, however, when Amun does, when the comment of copies come out – a feline smile curling along his face. “The originals are in our parents. I am a copy of my father.” And as far as Sunjata knows, this is true. Only… He harbors more empathy from his mother, not the craving of blood that his father had learned to love.
He wasn’t a monster, was he?
There’s shock when Amun grabs his shirt – but Sunjata doesn’t move. Instead, he cranes his head down toward Amun, horned head tilting, blocking the light from the moon with a devilish shadow.
He had drowned them, didn’t he?
He was the Flood. The Flood.
He blinks for a moment, lifting his hands to place the claws along the arms that hold him in place. “They had to drown.” A quiet comment. “They had to drown to become light.”
“My work wasn’t finished yet.” Comes the easy response, as if all of this makes sense, and he understands that perhaps he’s been drowning all this time and this has become his rebirth.
He pauses, however, when Amun does, when the comment of copies come out – a feline smile curling along his face. “The originals are in our parents. I am a copy of my father.” And as far as Sunjata knows, this is true. Only… He harbors more empathy from his mother, not the craving of blood that his father had learned to love.
He wasn’t a monster, was he?
There’s shock when Amun grabs his shirt – but Sunjata doesn’t move. Instead, he cranes his head down toward Amun, horned head tilting, blocking the light from the moon with a devilish shadow.
He had drowned them, didn’t he?
He was the Flood. The Flood.
He blinks for a moment, lifting his hands to place the claws along the arms that hold him in place. “They had to drown.” A quiet comment. “They had to drown to become light.”
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.
