What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
OG Skinning provided by Kaons, with functionality and many custom plugins made by Neowulf!
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
02-13-2019, 05:54 PM (This post was last modified: 02-13-2019, 05:58 PM by Odd.)
Knowing the all too familiar signals that Sam was about to orgasm, Remi's thrusts became deeper but only slighter faster. As the bookmaker shuddered beneath him, Remi slowed dramatically not wanting to overstimulate now that Sam had cum, his final thrust propelling him snugly inside thanks to the tightening of Sam's legs, as the man gasped below and against him.
The bites on Sam's shoulder turned in gentle kisses as he heard his name whispered once it seemed coherent speech had returned to the ascended. "Yes?" Remi replied as if it was something he was meant to respond to, rather than a post-orgasm sigh wrapped around the shape of his name.
For a moment he held Sam near, not at all bothered by the sticky mess between them now. The hand around his shoulder had relaxed—but not released—while the fingers which had been clutching at the sheets now moved to gently brush errant strands of hair from Sam's eyes. "Are you alright?" Remi asked gently, wanting to believe that there was enough honesty between them now that Sam would tell him if he were not, but also erring on the side of caution just in case.
remi
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
