SUNJATA
the flood
i lost all the air in my lungs to the screamin'
i lost all the love in my heart to the demons
i lost all the love in my heart to the demons
A dream, perhaps, or perhaps it wasn’t? It was hard for the Flood to tell nowadays. What he does know, however, is that he wakes to familiar faces, to a tree sprouted from the earth that goes high up into the clouds, and this overwhelming urge to climb. He spends a few moments dusting off his shirt, debating internally which shift would work best to get him up there (gods know that Sunjata would refuse to climb by hand unless absolutely necessary, the idea of it already makes his leg throb with the thought).
So he settles on the bat shift at first, pulling himself through the branches and flying up where he could, a small little fuzzy black shape among the rest of those that climbed by hand, doing his best to not be noticed.
Sunjata shifts to his flying fox shift and climbs/flies up through the branches!
So he settles on the bat shift at first, pulling himself through the branches and flying up where he could, a small little fuzzy black shape among the rest of those that climbed by hand, doing his best to not be noticed.
Sunjata shifts to his flying fox shift and climbs/flies up through the branches!
i lost all the things that i used to believe in
i lost everything for no goddamn reason
i lost everything for no goddamn reason
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.
