From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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04-08-2021, 01:36 PM (This post was last modified: 07-14-2021, 02:16 AM by Abraham.)
ABRAHAM
So you can let it be known I don't hold back, I hold my own
The neutral expressions just two steps from dark that Abraham took was not unfamiliar to him, nor to the woman who he now looked upon. He watched as she flipped the blade in her hand, the light just glistening off the blade as it twisted in the air. He knew her well enough not to take it for anything else but what it was, a tick. "Throwing does not seem like a bad idea." He agreed with her notion, unsheathing his own blade and bringing it up. It was nothing special, nothing to note, but it was sharp.
Gwyneverre hissed again as the other dragon came her way. It was a warning to the copper and ivory contemporary. It was clear: do not get too close to the queen. Gwyn had always thought herself above other dragons, her arrogance deep within her bones and set years in her way. When challenged at this, she was unafraid to fight for her dominance. Now, she spread her wings and took to the skies again, circling the high set dome of the training facility.
As the day went on, Gwyneverre stayed standoffish and angry, and Abraham worked on his throwing with Anju.