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!
ache first, but then let the cuts close spit out the blood
The Sword expected another lecture, courtesy of the hunter this time. For all that anger, all that rage, to go pulsating towards him, instead of around, consumed by the angles and parameters they were walled within. He anticipated another friendship gone and dissolved on account of his antics, waiting for all of them to pilfer off one by one by one when they’d seen an aspect of his flaws and defects; that greedy need for vengeance, that crawling, contorting measure of vehemence always scored and sketched across his bones. And then, just like ages before, he’d eventually be alone again.
Instead, it only seemed to be shock. Perhaps Deimos wasn’t as predictable as the rest of the world thought him to be.
Nonetheless, his head remained bowed, his eyes still on stone and rock, cast away and aside. Perhaps snakes always found a way to survive; but so did wolves, so did hounds, so did lynx, so did lions. It was all in the particulars, in the ways they could orchestrate and command. So he continued, deep and rumbling. Ru has gone to Torchline, alone, so that they may question and interrogate her actions. And he’d made no move to follow; subsequently banned from the sea anyway, and if he kept to the level of shenanigans they’d already played out, it would look just as horrendous. Build up more of a case for guilt, rather than innocence. She told me to send notice if she was not back in three days. And time was ticking down, down, down.
watch your body pull itself back together then let your soul do the same
Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
While Noah may not agree with the actions of the once-general, this was not a time for a lecture. He imagined that, should they stay friends into the future, Noah would have plenty of time to give the warlord his thoughts on how one should act in the world. He usually did with those he was close to.
The anger bubbled further when Deimos detailed to him that Hotaru had gone to Torchline. And how long has she been gone? He asked, turning his head to look at the brooding wall of a man. The lynx stood and closed the distance between them, settling back in just an arm's length away from the Shield. He would need to speak with Morgan. The hunter--no, the Chief of Public Affairs was irate at the lack of information from the Warden.
ache first, but then let the cuts close spit out the blood
The subject remained the same, tied and tethered to whereabouts, to designations he could brood, sink, and seethe into. He strived to keep it blocked through the bond, stifled in between ribs and hollowed out in his soul, as Noah’s fury was plenty; eventually lifting his gaze away from the stone fixtures and back out across the tundra. A restless unease conformed into his fingers, and he wished he had a blade, a knife, in his hands, but there was no one and nothing to slash into here. Two. Definitive and true – and if he didn’t have word from her after that, then there would be more maneuvers, more plans, more machinations, in one way or another. The world had yet to see the true weight of his value in justice.
watch your body pull itself back together then let your soul do the same
Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
His personal feelings of how all of this was happening, of what all was happening, Noah felt a sting in his pride for his title. This was not the first of the man feeling as though the Warden was not utilizing him to his potential. This all felt like a slap in the face -- and he felt it so thoroughly and so deeply that he could almost feel the sting of her fingers on his feline cheek. All of it was boiling and bubbling unbridled for Deimos to feel. Do you fear for her safety? Noah asked. In all of it, Noah did not have a complete understanding of the ties between Deimos and Hotaru, but for the warlord to share the information with him gave the hunter that the ties were deep.
ache first, but then let the cuts close spit out the blood
He couldn’t quite fathom Noah’s shame – as the hunter hadn’t been pulled into this mess until now – and maybe that was part of the problem. It would be something else to ask, to consider, at a later juncture, when they’d found more parts and pieces of the schism to fall into place. The inquiry made him narrow his gaze, the stare still settling across the vast tundra, the darkness giving way to light, to dawn, to another day. I do. Sunjata and Nate have hurt her before – emotionally. Back and forth, back and forth, in brutal, barbaric motions, one right after the other because the tale of vengeance was long and unwinding. Would they do it again – and worse now, after everything? While she was with child? The restlessness poured against him once more, and this time he couldn’t remain still – rising to stand upon the wall, truly monolithic. I will let you know if I hear anymore. He trusted Noah to know what to do thereafter – and with that, they could part ways, Deimos on wings, the councilman on paws and claws.
{FIN <3}
watch your body pull itself back together then let your soul do the same
