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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
Boo, she’d missed. There really wasn’t an excuse for that level of inaccuracy especially when the damned thing was right there. No worries though. Melita had plenty of weaponry in her arsenal.
The roar of indignation didn’t bother her either, placing her bow back into its bracelet form as she called upon other points of magic. She couldn’t hear the bellows and screams, and probably wouldn’t have responded with anything other than bitchery anyway, so she sneered, rampaging to the left and out of the jaguar’s reach. – for that instant.
Before flipping her off, and immediately going invisible, fading into naught but the elements around them.
There were other chaotic things to be done, after all. She was invested in the bloodshed now.
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Magic: You Didn't See Anything | Melita is rendered invisible, and doesn't leave footprints/fingerprints, but can still be detected via other senses.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
The woman was fast, dodging her attack with an ease that surprised her. She didn't know what their strange hand movement was, but maybe it was magic, because then she was just gone. Not even a puff of smoke to support that she'd ever been there.
Blinking twice, Nova froze in place and cocked her, completely baffled. Hello? She swung her head around, tail flicking with annoyance. Where are you? It took another moment, but she finally realized that the woman probably couldn't hear her mind shouts. Nova shifted back into her petite human form, eyes searching wildly for any sing of red hair as she called out. "Hey! Where'd you go?!"
She didn’t wait long for a response, too impatient and frustrated to care. Flipping her blonde hair with a flick of her wrist, she spun to leave. "Fine! Run! Like a coward!"
Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
Now, had the stranger stayed shifted, she would’ve been able to smell Melita out, regardless of invisibility. Fortunately for the Honeybee, the youth didn’t seem to have that much experience, and while ordinarily she might’ve felt sorry for her, she’d long since lost any patience or care for the ridiculous woman.
Nor had the demigod run. She was doing the opposite, in fact.
Growth as a herald’s chosen had instigated a new set of incantations, and why not try them out? Within a moment, she rampaged forward and off to the right, intending to tap lightly on Nova’s head in a boop with her fingertips - which would be just enough to snag at her shift ability.
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
Having assumed the woman had literally vanished, it hadn't occurred to Nova to use her feline sense of smell to find where she might be hiding. She may have spent a lot of time in her shift, but she was still getting used to the other perks besides 'sharp claws and teeth.' So when there wasn't a target to hit, she found herself ignoring her shift by spinning in circles then stalk off.
However, the boop on her forehead certainly changed her understanding of the situation. Her hand flew up to swat away nothing, confusion rolling into suspicion. The woman was still here but invisible. As if a lightbulb had been struck by lightning in her brain, Nova came to the revelation suddenly and forcefully. "Hey! That's not fair!" Would she have done the exact same thing? Duh. Did that mean this woman should be allowed to prance around completely invisible? Absolutely not.
Much less elegantly this time, Nova's Tide Jaguar form emerged to face... nothing. How was she supposed to find someone who was invisible? Tail flickering, she scrunched her nose with annoyance, promptly catching a scent that had her head whipping. She lunged forward with uncontained rage - and landed in a patch of thick snow with nothing to show for it. Perhaps the wind had sent her an old trail, or maybe her lunge came up short, but whatever the reason, Nova had missed completely.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
An invisible shrug beckoned through her movements – she couldn’t give a shit about fairness. It was all about teaching, learning, and finding out at this point. She should've left the Honeybee alone on the number of occasions requested. Any sympathy had long since vanished, and Melita was bound to her audacity and boldness. And of course, whatever new tricks she had up her sleeve.
The moment she touched the woman, the ability unfurled within her ichor. A strange sensation, given the way she’d never been amidst Attuned properties, and it took her a moment or two to not be bewildered by the exchange. However, she had more than enough time to prepare, since the youth lunged forward into snow, rather than near her.
Then she altered, a mirror image of the current tide jaguar. No longer invisible, she too donned claws and growls, enjoying the heightened awareness of predacious actions – giving a catlike grin towards her opponent – before launching directly at the hybrid’s side, intending to maul with teeth.
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
Shaking some snow from her head, Nova quickly returned to her feet to crouch at the ready. When she spotted nothing, she jumped to face another way, and another. Until a Tide Jaguar appeared before her. But not just any Tide Jaguar, her exact image. She had to blink her eyes a few times to ensure it wasn't just her reflection, yet the other cat didn't do the same, grinning suspiciously.
It suddenly lunged for her side, taking her enough by surprise to prevent escape. Although she'd tumbled and wrestled with her sister in the exact same way, they didn't use teeth, so when they sank into her fur and straight through, Nova let out a yowl of pain so loud it startled any birds that had been weathering the storm. She'd never felt the sharp, burning sensation of injury that radiated from her side. It was so blinding and unknown that she could barely catch her breath. Was she dying? Was this the end? What were her siblings think? Would they miss her?
Through the Attuned bond (whether or not Mel could hear it), she screeched and screamed, beside herself with pain and agony. The only words that seemed to filter through the deafening sounds were short and broken. OOOOWAAA!! Let GOOOO! AAAAH!!!! That HUUUUUURTS! Summoning enough instinctual energy to fight back, Nova slashed out with her claws and teeth like a madwoman, trying to catch anything to release the excruciating pain in her side.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
Melita raised her new, massive jawline upwards the moment the paws came flying; feeling the swipe of a claw across the bottom of her chin. Good. Whatever. It was worth the pain and some new scar, over the irritation, annoyance, and entitlement of the other woman.
The yowling indicated something, but the Attuned bond was either too foreign or simply didn’t work in her stealing of abilities. She backed off only a slight amount, loosening the largest and longest growl until it boomed and reverberated; the last warning she’d be giving. Maybe the youth would run. Maybe she’d stay and be mauled until Melita could shred her to ribbons; a vicious lesson learned.
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
The pain continued to radiate from her side, but she fought tooth and claw with blinding desperation. If she was going to die, she was going to go down in a deadly swirl of color. Luckily, the woman (that's who she now assumed the opposing jaguar to be) seemed to find her punishment satisfaction enough to lighten her hold.
When Nova finally got free, she let out a pained and indignant growl. Head low, she limped backwards to put distance between her and the woman. She wasn't running, but she certainly wasn't sticking around to get mutilated. No. The only lesson she'd learned from this was that she'd have to come back stronger. And maybe next time she'd bring back up.
With a final glare and threatening growl, she channeled her inner Vesper and sank into the shadows.
