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!
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place
The Reaper was instinctually drawn to the desecration of others; it was in his blood, in his soul, in his deadly, nefarious essence. It seeped through his veins and poured through his bones, intertwined with his acrimonious breath, with his toxic, iniquitous indulgences. But without a true enemy to face – no crusading adversaries, no biased abductors, no murdering or gallivanting thieves – he was forced to consign himself repeatedly to exterminating the constant barrage of gourds.
He wandered into the labyrinth this time, pausing at the entrance, not yet eager to wander into the confines with the eternal distraction of gnawing gourd teeth and eerie stares. His whole life had been a damned warren; he’d venture into this one when the current assaults and sieges had ended.
This time, instead of just kicking or throwing the little beasts, he’d taken to stabbing them as they got closer with a broad stick he’d picked up along the wood line, taking great pleasure in feeling the makeshift dagger lacerate its way through rind upon rind. Sometimes he used it as exercise and training; as if this were some great trial, instead of the ridiculous nuances hovering over them. In a few moments he went painstakingly slow in his draw, letting them get closer and closer in order to perfect his precision – swooping down by their stems as they growled and hissed. Others were dispatched swiftly, hastily, quickly, pulp and seeds flown in every direction. It almost made him smile.
Photo and Table by Time Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary