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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Remi's success was short lived. As the collar appeared around his neck, his hands instinctively rose to his throat to try and feel around the band. It appeared seamless: no clasps at all at which he could try and pry. That was probably a given, but his mortal mind knew no other way to try and parse the situation.
As Cel passed him offering a smile, his pale eyes noticed her fangs. Aroused and in a haze of sexual desire his mind still noticed this change. Given what she had said about her time with Archebold it was perhaps no great surprise, and yet he felt a small thrill of shock rifle through his system. She looked so...normal after all. Her hair was as it always had been, and her movements appeared the same. Though Remi's knowledge of bloodfiends was not admittedly that deep, he was at least sure of the change in hair colour.
The scene which unfolded before the man was confusing to say the least. Cel had apparently done as the being had wished and yet their tone sounded...patronizing? Condescending? He wasn't sure. But then the copper-haired woman was awarded three gifts, none of which Remi had any inclination to value save for the knowledge that whatever this being was–or perhaps religion in general–was not to be trusted.
Finally as the begin disappeared and the alchemist was able to speak, he looked questioningly from Phoebe to Celosia, unsure where his attention ought to be divided first. Breathless and rather uncomfortably aroused still, Remi swallowed and swiftly removed his shirt. Moving towards Cel he extended it towards her. She was smaller than he was such that his shirt would provide enough modesty to get them out of here if nothing else. "Religion." He murmured cautiously, wanting to break the tension but not diminish what had just happened.
Turning towards Phoebe, the alchemist offered the woman a kind smile. She had clearly been the most upset by this experience and as such Remi was worried that his physical presence might only make things worse. "Are you alright? Hurt?"
remi
I'll whisper your name into the sky
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.