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.
Driving himself towards orgasm, images flashed before his eyes now that the anecdote to his worrying supplied by Sam's fangs had entirely worn off. Helpless to resist, Remi's mind wandered and stuttered through half-formed images and imaginings. He felt the muscles in his legs tense as the pressure building low in his spine was finally stoked to a tipping point. The alchemist's toes curled as he drove himself hard and deep into Sam, momentarily forgetting about the newness of this for the bookmaker and losing himself entirely in the crest of his orgasm. As he came, Remi's head sank against Sam and tears came unbidden to his eyes as he thrust a final time forward, hands clenching against the freckled flesh of Sam's leg. The moan on his lips had not quite been a name, but it had been in Remi's mind. The lanky and un-muscular frame beneath him, the smell of books...
The wake of his orgasm left the alchemist feeling hollow and guilty, and even as his muscles relaxed and his lips formed a breathless kiss on Sam's neck, Remi squeezed his eyes closed as the pinpricks of tears continued to stab at the back of his eyes. The cold rush of something like shame sloshed blackly in his belly and the back of his mind and the alchemist had to swallow down the beginnings of a sob building in the back of his throat.
The feeling of Sam's hands gently scouring his back made Remi want to curl into a ball and hide from his confusion and conflicting feelings, but instead he forced himself to rally, breathing in deeply and flutter his eyes to clear them before rising to slowly kiss at the flesh beneath him made salty by the alchemist's light sheen of sweat.
A flurry of kisses marked the path from Sam's neck to his lips, as Remi smiled, pulling himself up and away to flop next to the bookmaker on the bed. "Mmhmm." The alchemist hummed, rolling onto his back and stretching an arm around Sam.
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.
