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!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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“Tyrants do not have the most innovative minds,” he remarked, snorting again, some bout of normalcy returning for the sheer mentions of spite – for they were often paranoid, eager to exploit their power, and grappling with how to obtain more. While the rest of the world reared away from their steads, formed rebellions and revolutions beneath their noses; just as they’d done in the bakery’s basement. It was too bad Zariah’s fringes had even made it to Halo and committed such damage; but, to the mountains’ credit, Deimos hoped all of that had been salvaged in the years thereafter. “As long as everyone is successful,” to which he nodded, the statement meant to encompass Ru, the Academy, and any students within.
Her stance ensured his protective, guarded, watchful one didn’t alter or change; eyes occasionally drifting over the line of field and grass, checking in on the kits who’d seemed to have found shelter in a boulder’s shadow and drifted off to sleep, Zuriel grazing, Belial curled in his own makeshift quarters, and the babbling stream before them. The kiss to his forearm was met with a silent motion of air incantations bringing back the idle piece of bread nearby, and placing it discretely along another thread of crimson hair.
The Sword had seen the phallic symbols too, chosen to ignore them for the sake of not diving too deep into teenage routes; so he muffled a laugh and chose another drifting passerby. “Turtle with horns.”
"Some more than others," she snorts, happy to bandwagon onto the spiteful nostalgia train. "I'm glad to see it's thriving in her hands. She's a far better Headmistress than I could have anticipated." That is to say, leagues different than Zariah. While the training had been effective beneath her watchful eye, Evie had never left class without a sour taste in her mouth and an itch beneath her skin that she couldn't possibly scratch.
Unaware of the sneaky bread attack and merely dismissing the tickle of air as the breeze, Evie begins to hunt for her next cloud target, trying to envision something more creative out of vague blobs. "Ningo being chased by a fox." The fox only has three legs, but at least it has a decently structured tail. They point out a few more before Evie's eyes start to struggle to stay open, her answers coming with greater delay as her head lolls more towards Deimos' arm, comfortable and at peace.
Cover your crystal eyes And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
He’d tuck that nugget of information about Ru away for another day; offering a simple, quiet smile, content to listen to her thriving moments. “Five headed cat,” he murmured again, checking the skyline for its illusive creations, before glancing downward to see Evie tucked against him, eyes slipping shut. Other than a brief snort at her actions, he remained quiet, stoic, and the residual guardian, as the rest of the land around them seemed to ease into a makeshift slumber; peaceful, drawn into sanctity and tranquility. Had he the ability to bottle those sparse moments of serenity and repose, he would’ve – but instead he cast his eyes around, breathed, and committed it to memory, leaned over to press his mouth to the corner of her eye; before taking up his knightly mantle once more.
And if Evie happened to find little blades of grass woven into her hair when she awakened, she only had herself to blame.
