From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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The void creatures were taking over their city. They were taking over everything. Anna and Samael worked though them, cutting down stalks of pulsing purple and electrocuting everything that threatened them on the path. anger bubbled and boiled within the dragoon. This new leadership brought with it the increasing takeover of the Starfall creatures, mirroring their same pulsing violet and their same bent on domination.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
She stood outside of the tower, chopped down void flora in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. Samael zapped around her the matta matta that flew towards her threateningly. ”Justify this!” She screamed up at the tower, her words meant to scathe and scratch at the new leader that staked claim on the floating city. ”Justify this!”
And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet
Let our blades shine with Justice
Let Valor our hearts sing.
Let all who seek protection
Find it 'neath the Dragoon's Wing.
It broke Zavien's heart to see so much infection spreading the city. The purple hue had become a constant characteristic of the city in recent days. A putrid smell permeated the air, although he couldn't tell if that was his opinion of the Void or a legitimate scent. Either way, it made him want to gag with every whiff of the flora crawling along buildings and roadways.
After another training session outside the city, Zavien had wanted to get a better survey of the area and damage done. More people were needing help in Stormbreak and he often found that an extra set of hands or the lending of an ear was all it took to ease the strain. He had been working on different ways to provide resistance against the new leadership and her "welcoming party," but discretion had been his preferred method unlike the crying woman shouting at the tower. The loud sobs and shaking of blighted plants made him want to hide her from prying eyes in hopes of protecting her from possible backlash. Zavien didn't know the new leader, Dahlia, very well, but he didn't think she'd take kindly to a one person protest outside of her window.
Although it was probably best that he leave her be and continue about his business in the city, Zavien glanced around before rushing to her side. He placed a gentle hand on her arm and whispered in a rushed voice, "Perhaps there is a better way to go about this? Should we talk somewhere quieter?" A nearby courtyard appeared empty and he indicated for her to follow him.
Samael jerked in the sky as he felt the touch to Anna's arm. Closing his wings, the worm-like dragon dropped from the sky and circled around his bondmate's side. She dropped the purple, sickly plants.
She couldn't help the way she reacted. Violent and fast, Anna grabbed the stranger's arm and twisted it up. Her eyes were a blaze of fury and grief and even as she looked up at his innocent, helpful face she hissed. "Are you not appalled?" She shoved him away with one arm, Samael crackling with white-hot sparks at her side. "Do you not see what is happening? She must be held accountable -- she's the leader." The dragoon sneered the last word, having seen nothing of the woman sine her rise to power. She hadn't even seen Anju, or Koa, to ask them what they thought of this new Reaper.
How could the city be in the hands of the Reaper when they were just starting to blossom under the Heart?
And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet
Let our blades shine with Justice
Let Valor our hearts sing.
Let all who seek protection
Find it 'neath the Dragoon's Wing.
The aggressive response of the woman didn't surprise him considering the predicament he'd found her in, but it still hurt. He barely noticed the crackling sparks coming from the dragon as his eyes clenched in pain from the twisting of his arm. Zavien stumbled from the force of her words and the shove. Rubbing his arm, he said quietly, "I understand your frustration. I see everything and it gives me no comfort." The ache in his shoulder lessened and he pointed subtly between her and the Tower. "But this is going to do nothing but attract unwanted attention." His eyes glanced up to make sure no one was watching from the tall windows.
Continuing in a low voice, he pleaded, "Stormbreak is my home. I want to help. Can we take this somewhere else? Please?" Zavien backed up slowly towards the courtyard, monitoring for dark figures or evil eyes. He didn't touch her this time but gave the woman a desperate look, hoping that she'd follow him.
