do not betray him...

Zoticus

His gut hadn't been wrong.

Acidic eyes came to land upon Korrin - the brute hiding near stones, trying to blend in and go unnoticed, spying ? The idea of that bothered Zoticus, what did Korrin have to spy for? Why didn't he want to show his face? Was it the fear of... consequence? Zoticus hadn't done anything to him when the brute walked off from Wolfbron- but he had wanted to. He broke two laws, harmed a member, and got to leave without a mark from his claws.

Was Zoticus going to let him do the same with trying to spy and gather information on his pride? Hiding away like some menace? Maybe he was trying to find their weakness, see the health of his members, maybe even pounce at his Gentry again?

It was time Zoticus finally returned the favor of the way Korrin treated Arjana.

Muscles tensed as he watched Korrin rise, shaking himself out, and attempting to make way and leave the area. Korrin was still wounded from his challenge - and probably from the maim as well - but Zoticus didn't care. The King himself was still injured, so no one couldn't call his next actions unfair.

A second passed by, and soon enough Zoticus found his limbs moving. Pain fluttered through his body already with the way he worked his shoulder, but he pushed it away, attempting to lunge at Korrin's retreating back, claws unsheathed as he looked to attempt and tackle the lion down from the back, hoping his unsheathed claws found purchase and did some type of damage.

Hopefully he didn't distract Vine and Ayaka too much.

Zoticus vs @Korrin
for Minor Maim
1/5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 8 + 11 + 20 + 6 + 15 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 17 + 20

... he will come for you

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Her eyes light up a moment before then realizing so this was a fight? Or something? The whole rank thing, well that was confusing to her as in her unit there were no such things as ranks. " Momma ? (@Arjana)What is a rank though? Is that like a fruit you can't eat while your here?" she questioned her mother. But before she would be able to ask more another woman appeared and came close to her mother, she turns her head sideways, allowing her ears to flop one way as the feathers that were placed in one ear sway in the breeze. Her tail curls around her tiny growing frame. Then her mother spoke to that other lioness a bit before introducing her. " H- Hello..(@Aarani) A..Arani..niiee..uhm..can I just call you Ran? . " she dipped her head. Her eyes moved to look at the girl challenging, as her mother said, for something called a rank by that male at the center. But then something caught her eye to her right, Ahh it was that man she couldn't pronounce his name. He nodded and smiled and she grinned just as she had done the first time they meet. She went to look back at her mother when the sudden darting body of @Zoticus was noted and she immediately pushed herself between her mother's limbs and squeezed her body close to the ground. " Wh..Why did that man run like that ???" she said stuttering and then looking shyly to where another action was happening to her opposite. " A-are they fighting for ranks too?" she asked.

Tatiana Romanov +5 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (1/2) The newest member to the Wolfbron pride had heard the call cry out. It was one of challenge. For what - she wasn't sure. Oh how she hoped it wasn't a challenge for Zoticus' crown again.. He needed to heal after the previous one. Paws carried her to the source of the call - though it would seem she would be a bit tardy to the party. Many lions were already here - including quite a few she's not met yet but that carry the scent of her new home. Perhaps at a later date she could have the pleasure of meeting them in a less stressful situation. Once they were back at the pride territory anyways. She... didn't really wanna deal with too many introductions here. Not when things could potentially get tense and they needed to be on their toes in case something happened. She arrived just in time to see a lion make an escape from what appeared to be a hiding spot - @Zoticus hot on his heels. Perhaps this was the ex-member who had tried to maim a lioness for running - he certainly bore the wounds of a lion who had been in battle recently. Narrowing her eyes, Tatiana gave a huff of annoyance. Glancing to the red lioness nearest her (@Arjana ), the Romanov blinked a moment. That was the lioness she'd met at the Passage - the one who had been trying to recruit for the Bluffs before she made her way to the borders by herself. "Greetings - it has been a little bit hasn't it?" Tatiana said, a soft smile on her face before turning her attention back to Zoticus. Shaking her head, Tatiana then mumbled, "Zoticus you are a freaking idiot I swear... You're not even healed from your previous fight yet you're picking a fight?" He had been limping during her tour of the territory - and yet here he was. Picking another fight. When they were alone next she'd give him a slight grilling - if he didn't mind of course. The grey pelted lioness just didn't want him being anymore hurt than he already was. text. "speech."thoughts.

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He had done nothing to deserve the ire of the other lion - in his mind. Korrin had risen and left the moment he'd been noticed. Yet, @Zoticus charged up the rocky outcrops, through the different 'seating' of the pit and towards him. It wasn't exactly a silent approach, and Korrin had plenty of space to react - as he had been near the top of the fighting pit to start with. He couldn't say that he hadn't partially expected the honorless male to continue to show his true colors. The beast would attempt to turn, a snarl upon his lips as the pale king came to meet him. Korrin had no problems with fucking him up - to show the pride of Wolfbron their King was nothing but a weakling.

His turn would attempt to put them face to face with one another. He would attempt to keep Ears flattened to his skull, jaws would attempt to part as he tried to sink his fangs into Zoticus's face - on the left side. He had had time to turn, but not time to brace - so when the other male impacted him, he felt bruising blossom across his shoulders - the unsheathed claws of his opponent scoring down his shoulders leaving lines of crimson. He would attempt to lift his right front limp and try to score down the other side of the brutes face - attempting to gouge out his eyes.. Though he was unaware that Maua wouldn't permit that, he still tried, damnit!


"Korrin" -vs- "Zoticus"
-for-
"Minor Maim"
-Round- "1" -of- "5"

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 10 + 1 + 7 + 4 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 3 + 7

Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne

No mercy -- from the edge of the blade

code by corvus

The roguish man was drawn from his adventures amongst the southern lands and black stygian shores north a bit. From his place in the woodwork Garm was starting to want to be seen and make others aware of his presence, if only to spy him from the corner of their eye. Be that face that irks you because you know you've seen it before but can't place where or when. It meant inland travels, and when a thickening scent of circumstances hit his nose it pulled him towards the sounds and towards the heat of bodies. His wolfish, sparsely haired form crested into sight on his lonesome. His body appearing aways from the rest of the lions gathered and well out of way from either fight. He could not settle his attention on just one event or the other- his embers motioned between both scuffles with curiousity. This world was a busy one- the scent of fight and blood from this pit an intoxication. His wolfish, wiry haired muzzle rumbled with a light hum of a sound, music of thought.

do not betray him...

Zoticus

Impulsive, perhaps, but witnessing Korrin slinking around like a snake had flared up Zoticus' rather short temper. Already the male was on Zoticus' bad side, for numerous reasons, he was to be exiled if he hadn't of left on his own- and Zoticus didn't want the brute around his pride, or his members.

In his mind, Zoticus was doing right. Delivering justice and protecting what needed to be protected.

With the distance that had been between them, Korrin had managed to turn around to face Zoticus' lunge at him. Still, Zoticus felt his unsheathed claws score down the sides of Korrin's shoulder, drawing the first bit of blood that would stain the soil between them. Zoticus hadn't prepared to be met head on, so when Korrin's jaws aimed for the left side of his face, he felt the skin break as the male managed to cut him with his fangs before Zoticus had the reflex to pull back, not allowing his head to be gripped. It wasn't without cost, though, for Korrin's paw had lifted and managed to scrape down the right side of his face, lacerations that gushed blood from his skin, ones that would no doubt be scars.

Grunting, Zoticus aimed to push his body forward, to try and stay close to Korrin, while he attempted to tuck his head and aim his jaws down to Korrin's shoulder in an attempt to bite him- all while his right paw attempted to lift and slash across Korrin's forelimb to try and sabotage his balance.

Zoticus vs @Korrin
for Minor Maim
2/5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 1 + 15 + 14 + 18 + 3 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 4 + 8

Injuries: Cuts to left side of face, lacerations to the right side of his face.

... he will come for you

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At first he thought the youngling to be a spectartor like the ones before. His eyebrow raised increduoulesly when she did not stop on the stone steps and instead decended down to the circle. "Child. You are too young to be my opponant." And not to mention female. He was challanging for a male rank after all. The girl should fight her own sex.

Instead of heeding his words she came at him. What the hell was she doing? Their thoughts echoed in tandem as her head stretched and attempted to bite his left arm. The one that until recently had been broken. Instinctively, he snatched it away from her reach, her teeth only leaving superficial scratches on the limb from his over reaction. He would quickly lift his right arm attempting to press it into the middle her chest and shove her back. Trying to push her out of the way so that another, more worthy opponent might take her place. "I do not wish to fight a child." He growled already tired of her attempt at what she clearly didn't understand. Not knowing that he was the one who was mistaken.

Instead, he heard the voice of the king, not looking at the lion as it might give the yearling an opening. Treat it as a spar. Viné could almost roll his eyes, but fine. He needn't be told not to seriously injure a child. He hadn't wished to fight her at all.

As she stepped to her left, he'd drop his right limb needing it to try at a mirror her motion; circling one another. A spar it was then. And a cub like this; he knew what he would try to do. He waited for her to come at him once again.

The sound of another fight came to his ears, but he dared not take his eyes off the youngling, after all, she might surprise him.


Viné vs. @Ayaka
for WB Noble
Round
i ii iii
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 8 + 5 + 12 + 19 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 6 + 7 + 9

;; "speak"

A challenge rung out, this time not even on their own lands but at the pit. Most of their pride seemed to be gathering, and the red dame wasn't far behind @Zoticus as he made his own appearance. Though by the time she got there, her heart sank at what she was immediately seeing.

For one, Vine was fighting a yearling for the title of Noble. Was that even possible? That a yearling could hold the title anyway? Although she had to say, she was impressed with Ayaka for rising up to the challenge. It seemed that Wolfbron was beginning to look a lot like a hotbed of strong willed females.

Circe was fine with this.

But the other event that was now happening was a bit more... Disappointing. Zoticus was going after a familiar face.

Turrek.

Dammit, Zoticus. He shouldn't be getting into yet another scrap when he still wasn't fully healed from the last ordeal! Whatever Turrek had been doing here had been enough to stoke his flame, it was clear to see his attack was serious. She could only watch with a steadfast readiness to be there when needed, yet there was worry mixed in there too. If he fell, she'd be short behind him to defend him from any further harm. Or if any other shit was pulled.

+5 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (Vine/Ayaka)
+5 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (Zoticus/Korrin)

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Blood across his tongue - this time not his own.. but flavored with the succulence of an opponent's beating heart. His own heart thundered, powering the force of crimson through his own veins - his blood staining the ground beneath them. @Zoticus pushed forward, and Korrin let him - he knew that closer was better.. for he had plans for this K I N G. "A fight against a child? And you allow this? My, my.. you're slipping." He felt the lions weight shift and firmed his balance, leaving his left limb on the ground - allowing the lions slash to hit - to drag from his flesh more blood and more damage. But it was for a reason. Everything, for a reason.

The drumbeat of battle sang a saccharine song only he could hear. His right limb wouldn't return to the ground, but instead, he would attempt to once more attempt to dig those claws into his opponents left shoulder, attempting to sink talons deep into the muscle fibers. He would try to cause as much damage as he could - after all.. this was no rank fight. This was no spar. This was no due punishment.

This was personal.

And he relished it. Ears would remain slicked into his mane, his shoulder painful from the bite the king landed, but he thrived on it. He lived for the pain. And it was the little red firebug that had done it for him. She had opened this door, and he had stepped through and emerged changed by the fires of war.


"Korrin" -vs- "Zoticus"
-for-
"Minor Maim"
-Round- "2" -of- "5"

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 3 + 10 + 7 + 19 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 14 + 19

Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne

No mercy -- from the edge of the blade

code by corvus

do not betray him...

Zoticus

Their distance closed more, Korrin allowing Zoticus to push forward, words leaving his lips in the process. Ears heard his voice, and Zoticus managed to speak his own before he had focused on his next attacks. "Or are you offended a young female might hold more power than you?" He spat, caring not to bring up the ways he knew Korrin had- the ways his father must of instilled in him from his past pride.

His claws broke skin, drawing more flesh and blood from Korrin, but the damned brute just had to go for a low blow through it all when Zoticus' fangs found purchase at his shoulder. Korrin's claws found his shoulder - luckily the side that wasn't already mangled to pieces - and deepen the pre-existing wounds and reopening what had been trying to heal. Blood gushed, and pain erupted across his shoulder. Zoticus attempted to bite down harder with his jaws, aiming to thrash his head around to cause more damage and attempt to push his back legs forward, looking to waver some of Korrin's balance.

Zoticus vs @Korrin
for Minor Maim
3/5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 19 + 12 + 17 + 7 + 14 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 12 + 10

Injuries: Cuts to left side of face, lacerations to the right side of his face, deep lacerations to shoulder/opened up healing wounds from prior fight.

... he will come for you

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