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!
"I think you would be able to, if you..." Remi immediately regretted mentioning it—it of course being what Sam would have to do to gain said powers—and swallowed unsteadily, though with an undeniable heat suddenly in his gaze. Clearing his throat, Remi regarded the boughs of the trees around them, trying to rein his thoughts in.
Not so much taller than Sam was, Remi only really noticed the difference in height in moments like this; with Sam's head resting lightly against his shoulder, or how he had reached up to graze the alchemist's neck in the cave. Gently he turned in towards the gesture stifling a shiver that had nothing at all to do with the chill in the air.
You're you n-now. And who was that? Someone reckless? Childish, manipulative and a danger to be around, if Jigano was to be believed? Someone too willing to throw his life away for those he cared about? Someone who just wanted something he couldn't and shouldn't have? "I am just me." He whispered back, pale sea-glass green eyes alighting on Sam as he pulled away, both relieved at the distance and annoyed by it.
With a small smile, Remi slipped off his glove revealing a hand that had already taken on the form of a paw. Raking his claws down the side of a tree, he cut ribbons of peppermint bark away. The stuff on the outside was hard and without much flavour, but as the more supple bark within was revealed, the scent sprang into the air with a cheerful sort of sweetness. Returning claws to fingers, Remi held out a curled-slip of bark to Sam with a smile. "Vai has requested a peppermint flavoured alcohol for the Rathskeller." Remi said with a conversational shrug as he put a piece of the bark into his mouth to suck on.
Despite the predators laying dormant in his body, Remi was not overly observant, at least not when it came to the comings and goings of the natural world around him. So instead of focusing on the bear as it grew ever closer, Remi instead slouched against the tree, smiling down at Sam.
remi
Too long till I drown in your hands
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.