What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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"Hear one positive and one negative accounts of the Voice, Safrin, Ludo, or Frey from 8 different characters who have met them personally:
? I would like to Skip with MP"
Wind carved beneath Noah’s wings as he rode the sky, talons tucked. The Eurybia Ocean stretched endlessly below, a restless expanse of steel-blue waves flashing silver where sunlight pierced the clouds. Salt thickened the air, caught in his lungs even in this form, and the roar of the sea rose like a steady pulse in his chest.
He banked, catching an updraft that sent cold wind scouring through his feathers. It cleared his head. There was no ground to guard, no voices to answer—only the rhythm of wingbeats and the weightless silence between gusts.
Below, the ocean surged. Whitecaps boiled along jagged reefs, and sea-birds fluttered in the distance, their sharp cries barely reaching him. He watched them with a predator’s eye. Even in calm, he hunted.
Out here, above the depths and beyond the reach of land, there was no role to play, no eyes watching. Just the sea, the sky, and the creature he became between them.
The cold bites at me even here, in the sunlight. It seeps through my feathers, through skin and bone, until it’s a dull ache beneath the rhythm of my wings. I’ve always hated the cold—always—and the taste of it brings with it too many memories I’d rather bury. Halo has never been a place I sought out, but Theea had gone there, and habit is hard to kill. I keep to the edges, to shadows and heights, always near enough to trouble to keep her out of it.
A skyship took me most of the way. My wings carry me the rest. I needed to fly—not for speed, not to reach anywhere, but for the simplicity of it. It’s still strange, being among people again, feeling the press of their eyes, their voices, their lives. I don’t regret it. I don’t want to be alone again. But I need to breathe.
And what better way than over the ocean?
Below, Eurybia rolls in great, dark swells, her steel-blue skin flecked white where wind and wave collide. The cold paints the horizon in shades of slate and silver, the air rich with salt sharp enough to sting. Sunlight glances through shifting cloudbanks, turning the peaks of waves into molten gold before they sink again into shadow. The wind is alive out here, running wild between sky and sea, and I let it have me—my tiny wings a humming blur as I dart along invisible currents, flying with it instead of against it. For once, I’m not going anywhere. I’m simply… here.
Then I see him right as I flit further downward to avoid a cross breeze.
A white plume cutting clean through the gales, the shape unmistakable even from this distance. A griffin—huge, powerful, all bright feather and muscle—driving straight toward me. Whoops. I veer up again just as he surges past me, avoiding what must be a powerful downdraft.
I steady myself, a faint, old and familiar thrill in my chest that has nothing to do with the cold, and—because curiosity has always been my ruin—I turn after him. My wings buzz harder, faster, pulling me along his trail through the wind.
Either you didn’t see me, I send into the air between us, testing, my mental voice dry with amused accusation, or you were willing to eat me—because I nearly flew into your face.
"Hear one positive and one negative accounts of the Voice, Safrin, Ludo, or Frey from 8 different characters who have met them personally:
? I would like to Skip with MP"
Noah prickled some, a lip lifting as he let out a grunted growl. His massive body angled at the most delicate tip of his wing and he made a large, arcing circle. He didn’t make any more forward progress, but instead just circled where the other attuned had confronted him. Sorry,
The truth was, he hadn’t noticed her. He was so wrapped up in the feeling of freedom that the presence of another creature—one that didn’t cause him any threat—didn’t give way to his attention. He was so caught up in his own head and heart. I would not eat you. He said.
His glacier eyes examined the little bird, curiousity (that definitely came from the feline side of this shift) flickered across his mind. She was awfully brave, coming to confront such a creature as him.
The tension in me eases at his apology, a tiny thrill of relief flickering through my chest like a candle in a draft. He is, in fact, Attuned. I steady my hover well above the line of his wingtip as he circles, out of the worst of the drafts of his wings.
Good, I send, humor sharp and quick. I’m mostly nectar and spite. Terrible meal. A beat. Sorry for flying in your face. If I startled you.
I dip in a small arc, letting the sun catch the metallic sheen in my feathers before climbing back to that hover in that safe sliver of air. Below us, Eurybia breathes—steel-blue and restless—spines of white water breaking over dark reefs, spray torn thin by the gusts. The salt sits bright on my tongue. For a moment I just listen to the wings and the sea.
Your shape—griffin. My curiosity edges forward, ever insatiable. At least, it is again. Since seeing my mother, I’ve managed to claw pieces of myself back together. You’re a really unique one. What creatures? Did you earn this shift or start that way?
"Hear one positive and one negative accounts of the Voice, Safrin, Ludo, or Frey from 8 different characters who have met them personally:
? I would like to Skip with MP"
Glacier eyes watched the little bird as she stayed near him, but careful not to get swept up in the tempest of his wingbeats. The humor tinged the attuned bond between them and made the massive beast soften. I do say I prefer something with a little more substance. His voice across the bond was now a deep, rumbling laugh that warmed his bones even at this altitude. He took a deep breath in of the salt-heavy air and then turned himself some, angling to spiral tighter and closer to the little bird. Still curious, with deeply feline tendencies crawling beneath the surface.
The sea below them crashed and roared, the wine-dark waters breaking with whitecaps that Noah knew were dangerous not only for their power, but for their ice-cold grip. He let his altitude drop anyway, bringing them closer to the sea spray. This form is a gift from Vi. He said, letting his hind legs stretch behind him until his talons broke the surface of the tempestuous waters. I'd say some sort of forgotten frost beast, and gyrfalcon, which I also am. My first was a reindeer. Also from Vi, but he didn't feel the need to add that--as, at this point in his life, all aspects of his soul were touched by the god of life.
