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!
Even as Flowerbirth rose over the world, the cold still clung to Halo. Protected though they were in the Citadel, the world outside was still as bitter and vengeful as ever. under Deimos' command, the soldiers knew their routines and understood the importance of keeping their skills sharp. The shadow of war loomed over them, and so as dawn breached the horizon the soldiers breached the training grounds. Noah followed their lead, practicing with his spear as soldiers practiced with swords and shields and spears of their own. The sun now spread its rays far over the training grounds, and as Noah made his way back towards the circle of training soldiers from a small break, he couldn't help but notice the flash of familiar auburn hair. "Good morning, Cordelia. You did not have to follow me here just to see me sweat." He teased, twirling his spear around him as he flashed her a pearly smile.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
Truthfully, Cordelia hadn't followed him down here to watch him sweat. She hadn't followed him at all. Yet, here she was and here he was. Looking perfect in every way. His smile is bright and she's drawing to it instantly, strolling towards him with a smirk, reaching out to snag the spear from his grasp. "Who says I came down here just to watch you sweat, Sentinel?" She teases, raising up on her tip toes to steal a kiss, holding the spear at arms length behind her so he can't reach it easily.
She kisses him briefly, drawing back from him with a flourish, twisting the spear in her hand until the tip is pointed beneath his chin. "I have missed you, though. You stay away too long, darling." The Shrike trills, head cocking to the side as her amber eyes take him in.
Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting for you
Noah's smile broadened as Cordelia approached and wrinkled the corners of his eyes. He hadn't expected to see her for a few hours, but her appearance was a welcome distraction from his intense training. However, as she reached up and took his spear, he wondered if that rest would happen. Their lips met briefly and it left Noah wanting more -- which was obvious in the way he stepped forward towards her. "Hey now." He didn't try to take back his spear, but merely to keep the distance between them as little as possible.
His prediction was correct, though, as his forward momentum was halted as the tip of his own spear angled towards him. His bright smile turned into a cunning smirk in a moment, and in a blink Noah was transported to the other side of the training ring. He wiggled his eyebrows at her and widened his stance, arms lifting and his hands displaying the most teasing come and get me gesture.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
Had they not been in the middle of the training grounds of the barracks, Cordelia might have let him have his way, allowing the distance to be closed and her lips to be claimed by him again. Alas, that wasn’t the case and her dearly beloved needed to be reminded that while she was patient and willing to wait for him, there were still consequences to leaving her wanting. The warning was met with the tip of his stolen spear, a challenge sparking in her eyes as the smirk curls over his lips and she’s reminded all over again of how much she loves this side of him. As she’s pondering that very thought, the person in question disappears from before her and materializes behind her on the opposite side.
Baring her teeth at him as she spins his direction, the hunter considers her options, slowly stalking forward. He could simply teleport when she gets close and it might be best to strike from afar, but she was unwilling to lose her weapon. Instead she uses what she has. Speed. It’s almost uncanny how quickly she moves, getting just close enough to sweep the spear out towards his feet.
Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting for you
