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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Frey’s grin was returned with a savage one from Loren. "Yes." This time, his voice came out swiftly and strongly, without a hint of hesitation. He took a deep breath, trying to firm his still weakened body. His spirit, however, was unbowed. "I choose strength." The words felt right in his mouth, tasted good. "I choose myself." He'd earned that right, despite what others might think. And his strength had never came from his magic, or his body. It had always stemmed from the fact that he was a stubborn asshole who refused to give up even long after other people would have concluded it was hopeless.
"Never lose sight of that." Frey whispered, and as they did, they began to push Loren down. Kneeling as he was, still his body would yield and drop towards the ground. His muscles would coil and become compact, his body hardy and his instincts as sharp as his claws and teeth.
"Never strive to be anything more than you are, and you'll unlock strength inside of yourself you never knew possible." Stepping back to let the Launceleyn get better acquainted with his new form, the god lazily sat down. Sweetening their fingers with honey, they lapped the liquid away.
As Frey pressed down against him, Loren nodded in response to their words. ”I won’t.” However, the god kept shoving, and the summoner found himself compressing into an impossibly small space. That wasn’t the only, change, though, and his eyes widened as his limbs and body transform in an unfamiliar way. However, it also felt right.
He found himself on all fours. Lifting a hand—or a paw, as he quickly saw—he was shocked to see it covered in thick black fur. Pawing at his face, the Launceleyn quickly discovered that he, well, had shifted. At the deity’s statement, he responded instinctively. Thank you.” The words were accompanied by a wave of gratitude.
However, as Frey went back to eating the honey, Loren’s eyes fixated on them again. This time, though, he was far more interested in the honey than the god. Indeed, he found himself taking steps forward, as if to dip his mouth in the jar.
Watching as the smaller creature edged forward, the god rumbled a growling sound in the back of their throat. "Just because you've chosen to fight doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about it, hon." They said, their voice playfully scolding as they plucked up the jar of honey away from Loren.
"Besides. This is my offering. You can fuck off and find your own." They added with a predatory smile, though there was a pulse of approval that rippled now through the bond shared between them.
At Frey’s growl, Loren let out a little growl of his own. However, the god’s words thankfully overrode the summoner’s new instincts. Pawing at his nose, he paused, then gave them an open-mouthed and toothy grin. He sent a wave of affection in response as well.
As the deity basically instructed the Launceleyn to leave well enough alone and find his own honey, his nostrils flared, suddenly taking in far more scents than his human nose was capable of. Though his eyes still followed the jar, he sent a pulse of agreement towards Frey. He liked the sound of finding his own, though for now he just stared up at Frey with adoring eyes.
Looking down at the vicious creature, the god huffed a sigh and extended a honey-covered finger towards him. "Fiiiine." They chuckled, waggling the other finger down at him. "But don't get used to it."
Once the honey badger had lapped away the honey, Frey reached their arms above their head, stretching languidly. "Off you go. Back out into the world. And keep the orgasms cuming. If not for your heart then for the good of the rest of you." With a peal of laughter the god disappeared, taking their honey with them.
As Frey extended their honey coated finger, Loren’s whole body perked up. Eagerly, the badger’s tongue extended and licked and swirled around the god’s finger. He made sure to lap up ever last inch of sweetness. I won’t. And if his tongue lingered just a little bit longer (well, a lot) on the god’s skin, well, who could blame him? They tasted divine.
As they shooed him away, he sent more gratitude, though this was mixed with excitement. I will. As Frey disappeared, he let out a little whine. However, when he finally turned to go, it was with a lighter heart.
