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!
Oh, the Honeybee could’ve easily unfurled into something dramatic, chaotic, or ridiculous depending on the circumstances, but Edmund was saved from any imminent ire by the draw of the hunt. Long limbs trekked their way through the snow, Sila flying above, and Fangorn bobbing behind. She could feel their impulses too – both with the vibrant need for pursuit, and together they were a trio of…hopefully impending success.
With only a few hens in this direction, the dragon took on portions of herding, striving to unleash her wingspan and small roar – the animals were all the more concerned, but Melita could track and launch a little easier. She notched her arrow as they ran, grateful she’d practiced these motions day in and day out, for they felt like second nature, an inherent run through her fingers – and let it fly, sinking deep into the middle of one bird’s neck.
The hunt was truly underway as Melita too downed a bird. Edmund turned and aimed at a turkey that waw about to take flight. Releasing his fingers, the arrow pierced the bird's wing. Wincing at his poor shot, the Ancient started to draw another arrow. Splat however, had a different idea.
His bonded had had a chance to take out the bird, now it was the Darkling's turn. The floating mass of shadow bobbed over and engulfed the bird, leaving only a single feather behind. Edmund paused for a brief moment, blinking as he processed his companion's shenanigans. With a heavy sigh he simply notched his next arrow and tried to spot his next target admist the dwindling birds.
She could hear the distant scuffle, but paid it no mind, forging and forming her own barrage. If Edmund needed assistance, she figured he could easily shout or whatever. It wasn’t like they weren’t already in ridiculous pursuits for these birds.
While Fangorn tended to the two already downed, the Honeybee and Sila continued on, watching as the last remaining vestiges of the flock had begun to take flight. But Melita had spent many a day and hour snagging at Hels, and despite the overgrown trees and branches, the turkeys were much larger, broader, and slower targets. “Just one more,” she whispered, maybe as a promise or a hope, aiming at another hen as she maneuvered upwards in a very gangly fashion. The arrow flew, and nailed its target through the wing; inspiring a very pathetic downward spiral.
Edmund couldn't hear Melita over the sound of terrified squawking, but he didn't need to. There was only last turkey on his metaphorical side. A simple side glance showed the status of the Honeybee's success. With a narrow of the eyes, the young Ancient refocused on his own efforts.
The final bird was some distance away already but still within range. Letting go of the string, the arrow surged through the air and hit true in the bird's side. Barely. Edmund had underestimated the distance, but he still thankfully made it. The bird fell over, and the Ancient's hunt was complete. Grinning he rolled his shoulders and put his bow away.
She shot another arrow at the beast, perhaps in hopes of ensuring its death was far swifter than the slow cycle and descent from the air. Shrugging her shoulders, and plucking the armaments from the body, the Honeybee was content with their lot, and didn’t bother chasing down the rest of the flock – who, by now, had resorted to hiding amidst the brush, trees, and boughs. “Good haul,” she murmured to her companions instead, snagging the hen, and permitting Fangorn to carry the rest in his vines.
Returning to where she’d left Edmund, her brow arched at his collection too. “Well done. See you around some time,” hastened with a brief wave; there was some butchering, haggling, and eating to be done.
