i know, i've got a lot to learn
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 35 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 81 - Int: 3
PETRONELLA - Mythical - Sea Panther
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#1
i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
A lot has happened on this particular day. He’d made sure that he’d had everything he wanted to give to Melita, as well as tried his best to clean up the space he’d holed himself into as a hermit for so long. Bits and pieces of it still remain within the walls of this house; a surprising amount of books in a bookshelf that has overflowed, a sitting area with almost too many blankets and furs to keep anyone warm, a sooty fireplace that shows it’s been used a lot, but the home still seems remarkably empty.

It should, too, given the fact he hasn’t lived here since creating the brothel. But it was still the place he kept most of his treasured belongings – ones that would seem unassuming enough to keep here without fear of it being stolen. Such as a jacket hanging on a hook in the entry walkway, a jacket that has been worn many times, and not just by him, but Nate too. And if one put it on again, they might be able to still get the briefest hint of what the Ascended smelled like.

It's also why it’s never moved, unable to bring himself to draw too close to it.

But aside from the cleaning and the reorganizing, he’s had to hunt and gather the items required to cook a meal. And if there was one thing everyone knew about Sunjata, it was that he never really learned how to cook. But Nate had been teaching him and the little book in the kitchen is well worn with the recipes his late husband had taught him, and with his recent trip to Torchline, well, he’s decided to go with an old staple. Ramphire steaks.

Along with the variety of herbs from the overgrown garden of their house in the Boondocks, Sunjata’s quite literally doing his best, but far too intensely focused on trying to keep everything from burning to answer the door – leaving it cracked for Melita’s arrival. And once she enters the home, she’d be able to follow the smell of food to a busy, messy kitchen beside a small dining area, complete with plates set out and glasses and a water alongside some wine if she wished to indulge in it. He wasn’t sure, and in his nervousness to try and make it perfect, he’d opted for loads of options, so long as she had something to choose from she might like.

And all the while, Sunjata continues to try and keep the ramphire steaks from burning while he prepares the sides, so far finding luck despite the difficult attempts to bake the potato, unsure if the fire is too much or not enough and checking too often for it to really do any good.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
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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.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


Age: 27 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 4 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 68 - Endr: 70 - Luck: 69 - Int:
FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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#2
Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
How many chances did one man deserve?

It was a question she asked herself multiple times; down into the reaches of her fiery, embittered little heart. Should she have committed and stuck to her guns as she’d done before – to give him nothing as he tossed her aside? What was the benefit to returning to this aspect of family? To watch him ruin himself again, in some other way? To witness the shell of his own making?

She didn’t know. The Honeybee had no answers save for the rancorous edges slipping over her tongue, yielding aspects only to her mind, for the moment. You don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to use me too. Her fists closed, clenched, tightened, around no weapons, but they remained along her lithe figure, or tucked into her bag.

Fangorn and Sila did their best on the journey over, but the closer they all came to the Refuge, the more sour her mood became. A dragon’s contented purr or a vampire gourd’s waving vines could only do so much to ease the tension sliding between her ribs and bones, until she wondered if maybe she should’ve just gotten drunk beforehand. Again.

Her eyes shifted along the sanctuary too, narrowing suspiciously at the world Sunjata had created for himself, and so many others. It didn’t feel like a haven to her, but maybe only her own soul could provide that. Heaving a breath, she knocked on the door to announce herself, and then slid in when it opened at the rapping of her knuckles. Shrugging her shoulders at both companions, she considered it a greeting, and stepped within.

“Hey,” she curled from her voice – indignant and incredulous – before the sentiment of ghosts wafted from the room. Nate’s jacket. Herbs hanging. The smell of food surrounding and pervading her senses; her dragon’s nose lifting, and her own wrinkling. Gods, what was she doing here?

And there he was, scrambling around steaks and sides. She didn’t know what else to say or what to do, but Fangorn initiated everything else with a hardy grumble.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 35 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 81 - Int: 3
PETRONELLA - Mythical - Sea Panther
Played by: Skylark Offline
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Posts: 8,633 | Total: 15,646
MP: 8437