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!
The primal part of his mind which was currently in control, blocked out Vai's cry. He heard nothing but the blood in his ears and the singing of bloodlust on his tongue. His paws raked against the ground as he picked up speed, singularly intent on reaching the lantern-weilding spectra before she could-
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Roaring with pain, Vai's arrow found its way right into his right hind thigh, immediately stifling the movement of that leg. With a roar of pain and anger Remi stuttered to the left trying to bear his weight as best he could on three legs. Snarling at the huntress, the lion's drive to seek revenge was frustrated by his need to seek down the woman with the light and tear her to shreds once again. Glancing over his shoulder he could see his 'mother' standing the same distance away that she had always been, the lantern held high to cast a far-too warm and wholesome glow on her face. Snarling back towards Vai, the lion tried to take a step and found that running would now be more or less impossible.
Seizing upon this opportunity, Remi forced his will back to the forefront of their collective mind and through himself back into his own body. Collapsing awkwardly onto the ground, Remi squeezed his eyes shut as pain reverberated anew through his body. Looking down he could see Vai's arrow neatly impaled in the back of his thigh. Hissing through his teeth, the alchemist leaned backwards panting in pain, but thankful for it.
Dragging himself backwards with his hands to prop himself up against a tree, he gave Vai a weary but thankful smile. "Nice shot." He chuckled breathlessly.
remi
sometimes love is war but sometimes you win
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.