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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She had spend time calling to the cat sith to acclimate them to her presence. ( Calling the Cat Sith)
Now it was time to see if her father's infinite guidance would aim true - and she doubted it wouldn't.
Delphia placed the rocks bathed in the elements in a circle within the deepest, darkest parts of Ludo's woods. The oldest of spirits roamed this land and few living dared set foot into it anymore. It was the ideal place for the ever elusive cat sith to roam in comfort. Within the rock circle she placed a dish, filling it with the Ursur milk. Adding a few toys she knew the creatures enjoyed within the summoning circle, she knelt down to begin her summoning.
"Come, little sweetlings. I've brought you milk and toys to play with." she called, voice suffused with warmth and affection. With her thumb she clicked her little fire starter, small bursts of light mimicking a soul in her palm flashing enticingly. "We both love souls dearly. Let us be friends, not enemies."
Quietly, quietly, without sound at all, and yet Delphia would feel its presence just the same. It wouldn't be like the others, the cat siths who'd come to sniff at her in the past, who'd watched her from the shadows.
This presence was massive, a shadow that permeated despite the rising moon and darkness of the forest. This presence was old and knowing. It was voracious and not to be trifled with.
Darkness stretched long, creeping forward over the ring of stones before the cat sith could even be seen. With edges made blurry by the abandoning of physics, the shadow grew and grew and grew, heralding something truly massive..
..and so appeared the kitten.
Like Delphia it was something truly special, placed into the body of a mortal vessel. An old soul made new again, whatever vast and clever beast it had once been was fading away like smoke, leaving only the bright stare of the kitten as it trotted unsteadily over the moss and mulch, through the ring of stones, to sniff enthusiastically at the bowl of milk. Purring instantly as it began to lap it up, white droplets standing out starkly upon dark whiskers, its body began to waver in and out of reality much like Delphia's often did.
Well done! Your kitten had the following ability: Soul Travel: Can travel with Delphia into the spirit world when she goes, and can trap souls for her to carry off.
For a moment she felt fear waver through her soul - could a Cat Sith so ancient so massive be contained by such a simple ritual? Could it really be appeased with a bowl of milk? And how had it lived within the wooda without her or Ludo noticing?! It was truly a sight to behold, the shadows stretching and twisting, engulfing all but her alone within the circle. And then...
A tiny kitten appeared.
She blinked, haunted gaze locked on the tiny creature. For a moment she was merely stunned, unsure how this had transpired but... it all made sense. Cat Sith surely had some lifespan, long as it surely was. And this one must've watched her long - far longer than even her attempts had transpired. Such a creature would never have fallen prey to guile, but had surely watched as she gently led its kin astry, protecting souls but never harming the feared felines. This bond had been long, long in the making.
And surely Mort had known. Did the stones even do anything?
But it didn't matter. In the moments that followed new sensations filled her mind - the warmth of a full belly, the sweet taste of milk on her tongue. Wobbly legs, an old soul having long forgotten the clumsiness of youth. She smiled adoringly at the young kitten - a she for certain - holding her hands out it. "Come now, sweetling, that was quite the transition you've made to this new life. Come and rest." she cooed. The kitten mewed, tottering over on careful paws, curling up against the warmth of Delphia's hands as she cradled it to her chest. "There now, Morticia. Rest easy and I will protect you." Delphia whispered, even as the kitten yawned and drifted off the sleep then and there.
