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!
So you can let it be known I don't hold back, I hold my own
The white dragon perched high, fiery eyes pointed down at the woman. She hissed too quietly for most to hear, but Abraham could feel it in his bones as he stepped through the doors to the training grounds. The white queen was displeased at the newcomer's smell, of her stench filling her facility. Her tail whipped behind her with her annoyance, but she did not move. She knew better than to act on what she wanted -- and what she wanted was to filet this dancer.
Abraham couldn't help but come entertain himself with what had gotten Gwyneverre so worked up. He strode easily, shoulders squared, towards the dancing woman. He scrutinized her with mismatched eyes, when finally near enough to stop and observe perfectly. He crossed muscled arms around his solid chest and lifted his chin. Abraham did not need to hide anything, and it was perfectly clear what was going on here: judgement.
"Four." The word fell from his lips matter of factly, and he lifted a single dark eyebrow. The "out of ten" was implied.