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!
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!
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
If there’s one thing Sunjata knows, it’s the way the Ascended bites linger in a way that seems to keep him from holding out too long when they’re done. Especially now, as a sheen of sweat glimmers along Sunjata’s skin, as his bronze hued skin flushes with heat and redness. He trembles, a shaky groan slipping his throat when Neron’s attention moves to his cock.
And gods he could thank the man for not prolonging it more. His hand is shrugged off and Sunjata’s hand shifts to Neron’s blonde locks, tightening and tugging a bit — horned head tilting back while the flicker of feathers and bat wings fight for control over his tattooed shoulders. Still, Sunjata holds out, however, even as much as the string within him grows tight enough to snap, a bit of a determination leaks through in some amount of focus to keep himself from finishing too fast. He doesn’t want to give Neron the satisfaction just yet.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
It’s a neat trick, this not needing to breathe business, and Neron makes the most of it with Sunjata now. He’s relentless, lips and tongue slow and firm and thorough, whilst his hands are anything but. Pulling back not by choice but by the fingers tightening in his hair, there’s something deliciously submissive in the posture that presses all of his right buttons. Even if technically they can’t be pressed any more, after taking a bite out of Sunjata, Neron begs to differ.
The smirk on his face suggests that he’s enjoying watching the other man’s struggle for control; he’ll get his satisfaction - they both will - but there’s no need to rush. Not that he’s certain that Sunjata will have a choice about it. ”I think I’m sure now,” he purrs, letting out a quiet laugh before leaning in again, and the whisper of ice that he adds to the mix will only make it more enjoyable, he imagines.
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
Yes, the whole not needing to breathe aspect of the Ascended does make this far more enjoyable – a steady rhythm of growing and building tension, one that’s almost overwhelming as Sunjata fights to hold on. Fingers tighten in Neron’s hair, pulling and tugging, suggesting and demanding just as much as he can while his mind whirls and spins.
He’s panting, unable to fully hold onto himself when Neron goes in again, trembling and shuddering as Neron’s purr of a tone hits his ears, as the flush creeps in further – fought back as the ice touch of Neron hits him, as the pressure builds and the string grows tighter and tighter, until Sunjata’s hand in Neron’s hair releases allowing him to tap the hybrid to prepare him for what’s coming next (ha, get it?)
The shudder trembles down his spine, into his legs, finishing hard and fast as his claws dig into the wood of the desk, leaving claw marks behind.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The warning is appreciated but not necessary, and Neron tightens his grip on Sunjata as he finishes, though he does slow his ministrations to something less urgent, less reminiscent of a race to the finish line. Not bad for his first taste (heh) of that side of himself, the Hailstorm gives the other man a few moments to collect himself, gently releasing him and sitting back on his knees to raise an eyebrow up at him.
”Maybe I’ll see you in this room next time,” he says, his suggestion a low purr in the back of his throat. Nodding over to the sofa off to the side, Neron smirks and rises fluidly to his feet. ”Go sit,” he murmurs. ”I owe you another drink after that, I think.” Without skipping a beat, Neron has opened the door and stepped out, leaving it open. Sunjata will hear the clink of bottles and glasses, and when the Ascended returns, he’s holding both.
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
He rides the wave as long as he can, feeling the tremors keep crashing over him until finally it’s over and Sunjata sinks into the desk – both hands back on the wood to support himself, hands back to normal, though the horns remain. His steel gaze, still simmering, find Neron’s at the suggestion – a snort slipping from him and a smirk curling across his lips. “Mm, perhaps.” Of course, depending on how it went when Sunjata tells Nate.
Regardless, Neron’s up and moving again, and Sunjata quietly envies the ease of which the Ascended moves while he feels like he might have gained added weight with how his muscles flex when he wishes to move. But the directions are clear, Sunjata cleaning up, fixing his pants, sinking into the sofa when he gets there – long legs propped up.
He finds Neron as he returns, focused on the glass and the bottles while his smirk shifts to something a bit more feline, a bit more playful. “What did you bring for me?” He questions, rubbing at the bite to his neck, voice thicker with his accent and a bit hoarser.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
”This time? Wine,” Neron drawls, a fanged smile on his lips. It’s always been his preferred drink, and Halo is pretty good at making it, though it’s almost always mulled. Not today, though - the Ascended sinks down onto the sofa next to Sunjata, propping one leg up so he can uncork the bottle and pour a deep, dark liquid into the two glasses. Setting the bottle down, he hands one glass to Jata and relaxes into the cushions, stretching an arm across the back of the couch.
”Well, we had a bumpy start, but I’m glad we could come to an agreement,” he says with a rich laugh, raising his glass in a toast and taking a slow sip from it. ”Did you just come up to Halo to check on this place, then? Or have you got other errands to run?” Not that he’s sure Sunjata is in any state to run errands.
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
There’s a hum that slips from Sunjata’s throat at the mention of the wine. It was fine, probably better to not have the briskness of whiskey and harsher drinks. Still, he makes room for Neron, settling in and pulling his hand away to reach for the glass, taking a sip from the richness of it and sighing contently now that he has his breathing under control.
“What an agreement it was.” Sunjata comments with a hum of amusement, before his head tilts as he considers Neron. “I’m just here to check on the Kraai. No other errands to run.” None he wishes to stay in Halo for, at least. Still, this had been quite pleasant all things considered, and he takes another sip from his wine. “Which shift are you planning on using?” A raise of his brow to that, a smirk through the rim of the glass as he pulls it away from his lips.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
”Well, in for a penny and all that,” Neron remarks with a sly, lazy sort of grin; it’s no secret that drinking from others makes Ascended dozy, and he imagines that Sunjata knows that more than most. Either way, the Flood is correct, and he tilts his glass at him in acknowledgement before taking another sip. After the way his nerves were singing as a result of the bite, he almost swears he can taste the wine. It’s not true, but he can imagine.
Slouching more comfortably into the sofa, he props his long legs up on the table as well, though his height has nothing on Jata’s. ”I’d quite like to try out something with wings,” he says slowly. ”That bat shift of yours would be good for the aesthetic, don’t you think?” He laughs.
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
A snort leaves him at Neron’s initial comment, a playful urge to roll his eyes – because yes, yes he does get it. And yes, he also doesn’t mind – not right now, still in a daze afterwards anyway. So he switches the subject to Neron, to which shift the man would like to pick, the ones that scatter along his soul, continually adding more and more. The bat shift, a small nod is given to Neron at that – arms coating themselves with the velveteen membrane.
“Mm, I’d say it does fit.” He offers with a small smirk. “Depends on what you’re going for, though. Out of the flying shifts, yeah that one fits best.” His tongue runs along his lower lip as he considers it. “I’ve got a panther shift, an orca, a macaw, the nyala, a cobra… And of course, the bat.” It’s one of the things Sunjata’s most surprised about, but also certainly taking advantage of.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
He raises his eyebrows at the sight of the membrane that floods along Sunjata’s arms, feeling already the power stirring within him, and having to resist the urge to waste it now. He’s distracted, luckily, by the sheer number of shifts that reside within thre Flood, Neron scoffing and hiding it behind another sip of wine. Then, because he doesn’t want to accidentally have a lapse in concentration and spill it all down himself, the Ascended sets down his glass and slumps back once more.
”You’ve got a whole zoo in there, huh,” he remarks, his head lolling back against the sofa now, steel blue eyes over bright with the sudden urge to close them, to rest even if he doesn’t really sleep. ”I’ve been a leopard. I imagine a panther being something similar. How’d you manage with them all?”
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
“Just about.” Sunjata replies swiftly, voice still hoarse and sinking somewhat lower into the couch as time moves on. But rather than sipping delicately from the glass as Neron does, placing it upon the table, Sunjata simply downs the rest of his before setting the glass aside – content to let the warmth of it fill him just as much as Neron’s actions earlier had.
The subject of leopards, however, have him nodding – wondering if he’s met Aisha, if that’s the leopard shift he’d taken. But he’s too exhausted to ask, instead, a feline curl of his lips is given as he shifts a small amount closer to Neron’s space – shoulder to shoulder. “My panther shift is basically a leopard. Just… Black with faint spots.” His head tilts a small amount with that information. “Each one comes out at times… At the moment though, I’ve a pretty steady balance of predator and prey. Thankfully keeping me calm enough in most situations.” A pause as he considers it.
“They appear whenever needed, really. Like the shifts feel like they override my mind.” He wonders if it makes sense.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Neron smirks at the way Sunjata downs his wine, the Hailstorm propping his feet up properly now next to the other man, and as he sinks down further against him, they could be old friends - or very comfortable lovers. Who knew? ”Oh, yes. You were the picture of calm throughout your visit here,” he agrees, a sly and fanged grin on his face as he glances across to him.
It makes sense, but Neron doesn’t really understand, and his brow furrows as he considers Sunjata’s point. Absently, his fingers run along a silver chain, withdrawing a sleek pocket watch, which he lets spin between his fingers. It was from the Tundra, though it doesn’t work and he has no idea why he was possessed to dig in the ice for it; for now, it seems to just help as a thinking aid.
”I felt something almost similar, when I became a leopard the first time. I always thought Attuned to be fully in control of their animal sides... I never considered that they might influence you in return,” he murmurs, releasing the mechanism on the watch to open it, revealing the dull surface without a clock face. ”Do you have a favourite?” he inquires suddenly, thoroughly entertained by the prospect.
feeling alive while you fight for your life as you swim back to the beaches
“I was calm. Until you used magic.” There’s an air of amusement that flickers in Sunjata’s tone, as he leans against Neron. “And then after… Well.” It didn’t need to be said. Instead, he idly let’s his gaze slip over the pocket watch, briefly with interest before it fades and he glances out toward the cold fireplace. He melts a bit more into the sofa, focusing on what Neron says.
“It does. A bit of a give and take.” Hence the morphing of his features when Neron had him pinned to the chair. “It kind of depends where I am. The orca and cobra are nice in Torchline. Panther, here.” He stretches an arm out, rubbing his hand at the slightly flickering stars in his tattoo before he focuses on the pocket watch again. “What’s that?”
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride as you float, you float, you float
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
