Don't let this charming face and soldier's physique fool you into thinking that good looks are all this young dragoon has to offer. Taking on the revival of Stormbreak's dragoons singlehandedly and opening their ranks to include all races, Koa is helping to rehabilitate Stormbreak in the wake of the war by prioritizing safety and equality. Turning heads wherever he goes and embroiling himself in the sort of youthful love triangle befitting a telenovela, whatever Koa does next, he can be sure we'll all be on the edges of our seats and following along closely! Congratulations Koa!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Melita didn’t frequently float and bob around the Court of the Stars – not since Maeve’s disappearance, and only if she found herself badly injured, to touch upon the fountain and snag at more healing ventures. So she was in a sort of neutral mood as she scoured along the garden section and sanction, having already glossed over the latest notice board posts; fully aware something else was brewing.
If it was the regular bouts of chaos, the Honeybee really wouldn’t mind. But, as with most things in Caido, she figured it probably wasn’t meant to be the least bit amusing. “So uh, have you heard anything about some shit going down?” Her eyes cast back to her uncle, while Fangorn rolled and tumbled about the flowers, and Sila sniffed the edge of the water.
// ships are launching from my chest some have names but most do not //
It’s been a warring bout of emotions from him – but having this tentatively repaired relationship with his niece is as much of a balm as anything is these days. Especially as he meets her in Torchline, following Frey’s orders of seeking out healing water, one of which he only knows about thanks to the woman beside him. In terms of the emotions, though, he seems a little bit heavier, not only for the Deepfrost weather, but because of the bundle of scales and webbed feet that is currently curled up on his shoulder, latched on for proof that she wasn’t going to go anywhere.
He's starting to come to terms with it, at least. “I have,” he begins, wincing slightly at realizing how the information has fallen through and he flashes her a soft and apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my plate suddenly because of this one.” He hooks a thumb up toward the ebony ball on his shoulder as they reach the fountain and Sunjata sits on the edge, trying to pull Petronella from her perch to try and get her to walk around and explore, maybe socialize with Sila and Fangorn. “It sounds like Safrin has left Caido to take care of some… Threat? She hasn’t elaborated more than that. She left Ronin and Deimos with bands to warn them and us if things start to go bad.” A soft sigh leaves him as he loses the battle with the sea panther kitten and he looks up to his niece curiously.
“Frey doesn’t know what it could be either, but told us that there would always be a bigger threat. Nature’s way, and all that. So… I’m practicing and upgrading my abilities and I’ve already talked to them about opening the Refuge if we need it again. It’s an option.” He murmurs softly, watching the Honeybee to see what her reaction might be from the deluge of information.
the flood
// if you find one, please, let me know what piece i've lost //
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Her fingers dipped lightly into the fountain, brushing in idle form along the sweeping waters, watching the miniature current ripple as Sunjata began to speak. She wasn’t at all surprised to know he had information, that had always been a thing, but her head still whipped upwards at the insinuation of the companion (they’d get to that in a moment), and the whole Safrin departing Caido thing.
“Okay, so, I didn’t know the gods could do that,” she started, honeyed gaze flickering back and forth, Sila beginning to stretch along her shoulders and look at herself in the pool. Otherwise – why hadn’t the Voice just fucking left when they’d all had enough of her? Everything else though seemed standard and par for the course with this world – prepare for the worst, be surprised when it didn’t fall apart. “All right. Means Torchline will probably have to do something besides getting a rum fountain.” Her nose wrinkled suddenly, as though all the chaotic balances of the past seemed very asinine and stupid. She wouldn’t admit that, of course. “Are you going to add anything on to the Refuge?” It probably went against the code of no abilities or weapons or anything, but who knew anymore.
Thereafter, her attention could turn back to the new companion. Fangorn stirred around the flowers some more, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of a tiny sea panther in his midst. “Where did you get that one?”
// ships are launching from my chest some have names but most do not //
He hums a soft laugh, having the same exact thought process himself. “Yeah, me neither.” He ends the comment with a soft exhale of a sigh, but turns his attention toward the fountain despite how Petronella tries to wobbly move around, dipping her webbed paws into it. She flicks her paw a few times after, shaking water out onto him and Sila unintentionally.
He nods in agreement to the idea of Torchline getting something else other than a rum fountain, mirroring Melita the second she mentions it with a wrinkle of his nose. “Yeah… Probably for the best.” He agrees, glancing up at his niece. “The Refuge will mostly remain the same, but, it won’t be closed off from the outside world this time.” Better to know the threats that are coming versus being completely blind, after all.
As for the sea panther? The second Melita gestures toward her, Petronella wobbles her way over to the honeybee’s lap, peering up at her with mirrored gilded eyes, mewling curiously. “Found her in the Oerwoud. A molten tiger killed the rest of her family and attacked a friend’s companion.” He winces at the recollection. “I didn’t intend or want… Another companion after Haai but she didn’t give me much of a choice.”
the flood
// if you find one, please, let me know what piece i've lost //
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Sila scoffed at the sudden spray of water, but Melita watched the companion carefully – with enough experience amidst the ocean to know sea panthers were formidable beings, regardless of their age. Fangorn seemed relatively unbothered, picking at a few more flowers and wrapping his vines around them. “So everyone will be allowed in?” She supposed they had been before – she didn’t know the politics around it, hadn’t cared at the time, and had deliberately remained out of it so she could fight in the war. Perhaps a good thing too, considering how she’d mauled the KingMaker.
So it was with patient hands that she gently scratched the top of the cub’s head, humming underneath her breath. She hadn’t forgotten about Haai – though the memory of it all made her nose wrinkle. “Sometimes that’s just all it takes,” she offered fondly, recalling better days where she’d merely given the vampire gourd a piece of meat and suddenly had a companion. Her eyes flickered back up, uncertain how or where to tread. “Does it feel different?”
// ships are launching from my chest some have names but most do not //
He waits to respond to her initial comment as he watches Melita scratch the top of the kitten’s head, before the sea panther starts to grow feisty, claws reaching up to try and snag at Melita’s hand.
“Yes,” Sunjata pauses, reaching out to try and corral Petronella back toward him. It doesn’t work, though, the companion evading his lightning scarred hand to plunge into the healing fountain, webbed feet bringing her back to the surface with ease, watching them like a crocodile might their prey. “Everyone and at all times.” He murmurs, before he figures out how to respond to her question.
It did feel different, the more he searches, but it also feels… Stranger than before. “It does. It… Feels like getting a new wound over a healed over scar.” His brows pinch as he thinks on it before Petronella reaches out to plunge her claws into his hand and he curses under his breath, shoving his hand into the water. Might as well, since it’s there, right? And as it starts to heal the little scratches a muscle feathers in his jaw as his attention flickers back toward Melita.
“I didn’t want her to take over the part of me that had Haai in it, but she’s made herself quite at home.” He shrugs, a bit indifferently.
the flood
// if you find one, please, let me know what piece i've lost //
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Sila took some level of offense as the panther’s claws aimed to snag, unfurling a hiss from the Honeybee’s shoulder, but it didn’t seem to matter as Sunjata’s motions ensured the little beast dove into the fountain. Melita watched, brow arched, at the webbed feet and the predacious gaze, pondering levels of danger and intrigue as he murmured and answered. Everyone and at all times gave her some pause, before a swift nod of understanding, growing quiet in thought.
Which it seemed he’d done much the same – upon reflections of newfound companions, and those who’d been lost. Those shared aspects and dominions of bonds severed, destroyed, and then fulfilled again – the response had her snorting mildly. “Did you have a choice?”
