// 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 //
“I am the Flood.” He says. Because it makes sense. That is who he is, and that is who he will always be. He is it all, the suffocating waves, the debris that floats within, the creatures and monsters of the deep and the fish that live and die within the watery embrace. There’s another tilt of his head as Amun mentions he has no parents, that smile remaining on his face.
He inhales from his nose, pulling his head away from Amun slightly. “Then they are your parents.” He says, a small nod, the clawed hands gripping onto Amun’s shoulders. The Ascended cranes in and the Flood pulls away, lips curling a bit at the question that reaches him, at the closeness of this stranger he both knows and does not know.
“There is light. If you know where to look.” A knowing grin is shot Amun’s way, his teeth replaced with that of his orca shift – his body chimera-ing between partial shifts, the teeth in his mouth now sharp and pointed and jagged in parts.
“Do not. What would remain? I can't become light again.” His claws dig into the Ascended’s shoulder then.
He inhales from his nose, pulling his head away from Amun slightly. “Then they are your parents.” He says, a small nod, the clawed hands gripping onto Amun’s shoulders. The Ascended cranes in and the Flood pulls away, lips curling a bit at the question that reaches him, at the closeness of this stranger he both knows and does not know.
“There is light. If you know where to look.” A knowing grin is shot Amun’s way, his teeth replaced with that of his orca shift – his body chimera-ing between partial shifts, the teeth in his mouth now sharp and pointed and jagged in parts.
“Do not. What would remain? I can't become light again.” His claws dig into the Ascended’s shoulder then.
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.
