From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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!
Salt and brine, comfortable and familiar scents that touched the girl's heartstrings. With a laugh the starchild picked up her pace as the wind tugged on her, and let it lead the way through the white fog. When the gusts turned more insistent, Seren grinned and acquiesced. A pulse of magic lightened the pull of gravity on her - was there even such a thing in a dream? - and she leaped up, letting the wind take hold of her fully and sweep her along, to wherever it wished to go. Maybe there was an ocean waiting beyond the mist, maybe the rocky ledge of a cliff; maybe she was inside the pearl already without even realizing. Not knowing was exhilarating. To think, all this fun and not a pirate in sight!
Seren goes with the wind! She uses her magic to decrease gravity on herself and jumps into the air, so that the wind can carry her faster wherever it wishes to go.
Magic: Gravity Pulse | Can increase or decrease gravity within 5ft of her body. When used on herself she can jump higher/take larger bouncier, steps/etc, or root herself in place. Not effective against large structures like houses.
Type: Grey | Rank: Basic
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
✰ Starlight (Passive) | Starfilled night billow around her like a veil as she moves. It is more noticeable in daytime and when she make sudden movements.
you think i'm happy because i'm smiling,
but it's the easiest thing to do
Whether it meant to protect her or not, the forest was keeping Juniper from her goal. Its clinging branches would make quite an obstacle if she continued through, though through seemed to be the most direct path to her goal ...
Fortunately, she had another option. Stretching her wings, she flew up, above the trees, and continued straight on her path -- as straight as she could manage, anyway. She kept to just above the treetops, hoping that being able to see them would keep her from getting lost in the fog, though she made sure she stayed out of their reach.
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As a Fae, Juniper's going to fly over the forest!
if you looked a little closer,
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
So ... fly she could not, apparently. Damn. Arialla spread her arms as she fell, feeling for anything around her that she might catch onto, though she didn't really expect to find a convenient handhold. She wasn't sure what else she could do, if the dream continued to conform to her real-life abilities. After all, she didn't exactly have any magic that would help her stop falling. The only thing she could think to do was pray, and she didn't want to bother the gods with something as trivial as a dream. (Not to mention that she remained a little bit nervous about her relationship with Safrin, having failed to return to a shrine as ordered.)
All she could do was fall, then, and hope that she'd eventually land unharmed.
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Arialla's reaching out to see if she can grab anything to stop her fall, but failing that, she'll just have to wait to reach the bottom, if one exists.
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
Ice was a rare sight for Anden. Before Caido it was the trees that called to him. The mirage of greens that filled every direction he looked. He lived for the scent of the forest, for the sounds of the birds singing, but most of all the feel of the leaves against his skin.
Ice though, for Anden that was new. The season of snow didn't hit the Evergreen Forest like it did other areas in the kingdom. Something about it though interested him. Slick and shimmering. A contrast to the world he was used to. Would Eloise Marie really have gone that far from home? Was he even chasing after his twin anymore, or was this an entirely different world altogether.
Despite every urge in his body to continue into the familiar, his adventurous spirit told him otherwise.
Anden ventures off along the path of ice.
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The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
The more he rushes ahead, the more the trees seem to try and hold him back, grabbing and snaring in his clothes, his hair, until a howl of frustration leaves Nate, and he drops, not knowing what he’s trying to do other than sink below the trees, or perhaps rise above them. Whatever will clear his path, allow him to continue rushing towards the roar of the ocean.
And if neither works, well he’ll continue regardless, rushing forward and shredding himself on branches and brambles, putting his speed to the test as he seeks the end of the copse.
Nate tried to either rise or lower out of the reach of the trees, and continues on in as straight a line as he can manage towards the ocean.
now they're standing in the door singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
It’s a challenge to get through the rocky path and not fall to his makeshift dream death, but Milo manages it. And he feels the warmth of the wind that guides him toward the blacked out darkness to his right. He mulls it over, head tilting slightly to the side as he considers it, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he continues to walk and be hit by the warm winds.
And really, what’s the worst that could happen? The warmth of the wind calls to him and he focuses on it, turning into the wind and trying to make his way through.
Milo turns into the winds on his left.
that's what everybody wants an' some more singing "you may be the death of me"
It’s like walking with companions, having the forest grab at him like this. The branches snag at his clothes and tug at his hair, and Finn finds himself trying not to pull them too violently. He pauses, detaching each one with care and patience, until he’s free enough to take another few steps. How long this goes on for, he doesn’t know. But one thing is clear - he’s not going back, not straying from his path. No, he continues on.
Finn tries to be kind to the branches, and continues through the forest!
We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
A wind? Would a wind conquer him now too? He snorted – maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t, maybe in dreams he couldn’t triumph over anything either – but he wanted to move, wanted to continue, wanted to do something other than be mired down into the obsidian, into the devouring cavalcades. The beast ducked his head against the heat, wondered if he’d wandered closer to the sun, where things could burn instead of claw. Still, he refused to stray, remaining stubborn, determined, and bestial, jaw clenched, muscles bound into the meticulous movements, careful and meticulous even in his sleep, intending to continue on the path.
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Deimos continues on the path!
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
The warmth was a balm, and the youth turned her face towards it, closed her eyes into its decadent embrace. Maybe she was home, and in time her feet would settle on sand, would find that item she so desperately craved hidden amongst and amidst the dunes, and everything would be fine. Maybe her sister, her mother, were laden in these dreams too, and the serenity of their kindness, their laughter, would give her strength to persevere.
Maybe this was only a cruel figment of nothing close to reality – and she could only bask in it for so long.
She smelled the sea though, and chased, chased, chased, yearning to be taken, to be snagged by its depths.
The forest was a maelstrom, and the little fox didn’t mind. She understood the nature of things, how they bent and swayed, how sometimes it was merely matter, inherent, instinctive, for branches, brambles, nettles, and thorns to hark and chase at their intruders. She wished she didn’t appear that way though – wanted to be a part of that ancient threshold too, and perhaps could’ve, would’ve, should’ve stayed, had it not been for the thing calling, calling, calling to her.
Besides, there was the roll of surf before her, somewhere in the midst, and she was so curious. So inquisitive.
So she ducked beneath the boughs snagging at her fur, and hastened after the call.
Gideon kept his determination, no matter what the path tried to throw at him. He had persevered when all had seemed lost before, believed in the Gods above all else and continued, and had been rewarded for it. Sure that this time would be no different he kept his arms out for balance against the wind and took slow, steady steps, making sure his feet were fully grounded on the surface before he took it up again, calming breaths going through his lungs.
Through the mist and into a copse of trees Amalia finds herself running, searching for whatever it is that's called her through this desperate dream. She follows the feeling, blind in the white, until a chill takes her and forces her to stop in her headlong run.
The now-qilin-and-girl considers her options keenly, looking about with wild eyes and hooves pawing at the ground. A moment's hesitation catches her breath - and then she continues on into the cold, pushing through fear in her desperation, searching for the allure of the unknown.
Without a second thought, Oliver simply continues on his way. His arrival back to the center was a nice thing, but he didn’t want to stop there. No, why waste time in such a boring place? Hopefully going in this direction would provide a much better and more entertaining destination.
Breaking out into a run, Oliver would now choose to head down the left path. Hopefully, if all went well, he’d find something cool.... like a waterfall! A pretty, pretty waterfall. Ahhhh. That’d be so pretty!!
Oliver now goes left!
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The thick jungle is something this shift was made for. The branches try to tug at him, to block his way, but stubborn determination and a rising excitement make him push onwards. He revels in his senses, forcing ahead on his path as straight as he can go, towards the roar of moving water his curved ears can now hear.
Water, water, water, he thinks, he knows, the water he where he must go. To find the pearl, to obtain it - with leaps and bounds through the trees he continues navigating his way onwards through the forest.
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Chulane continues through the treetops as a leopard on a path as straight ahead as he can.
