+5 Observe a fight (Valhalla x Ismae)
+5 Observe a fight (Sangria x Aquila)
+5 Observe a fight (Walpurgis x Dero)

Steinar Sigrún was naive to the currently political issues and discrepancies that fell between the prides that called the peninsula home. The melanistic male was oblivious to the chaos that @Úlla had caused in her recent challenge, and how his new home was tied up in the commotion.

Steinar moved through the varying territories when he heard the clusterfuck that erupted on the border of a pride he knew nothing about. As his paws pass over Rainforest territory, the male follows the scent markers that his nose picked up, along with the varying sounds of battle that echoed through the territory. He couldn't deny it: the smell of war and carnage and sheer hatred filled his lungs with glee, and a shot of adrenaline fuelled itself within his veins.

It is @Ragna and @Saga that Steinar spots first, and the male takes no time in walking over to them both and taking a seat, looking first at Ragna and then at Saga. "Long time no see," He jests solemnly, his features altering no more than an inch before his attention turns to the three battles occurring before him. It was clear from the varying comments that others - strangers, nothing more than wisps in the wind to him - that there was bad blood residing here between particular individuals.

Black dual-toned eyes continue to observe, claws flexing in and out of the soft earth beneath him as the sheer scent of anger, war, hatred and chaos permeates around him. @Svana was the next that Steinar's gaze found, and he was a little on edge to know that his older littermate was here. Should anyone engage in battle with her, he would not be held responsible for his actions. Whilst the Sigrún were warriors, Steinar was fiercely protective of his sister.

Harsh words from Sangria that boomed through the Rainforest caused Steinar to look away briefly, watching the colossal lioness before turning his attention back to the family that surrounded him. "What is going on? Is this place full of chaos and war all the time? Ég lifi og anda óreiðu eins og þessum." He confirms with a slight smirk, awaiting an answer from his siblings and the arrival of Magnus.

The group around them had grown but no one save a few pacifist onlookers seemed to be on the side of the oasis. No one beyond these two seemed to be ready for fight, and for a moment, Viné relaxed. It only lasted a moment. Kiton stepped forward, blocking Kiton's view of Circe. He would not touch her.

Viné would not so easily forget the face of the lion that had taken his crown from him. Though it had not been by any action of the mauve male, Viné would not hold anything but anger in his heart when he thought about him. Forgetting his self imposed charge to protect the Bluff females, he stepped forward when Kiton spoke. Though the male looked at the Zoticus, Viné could not be stopped from gnashing his teeth at him. "It was the Oasis that crossed over enemy borders." Vine snapped at the mire king. "It is the right of the rainforest to call for whatever punishment they deem fit." And if death be their answer, then death shall come to the lone males.

@Circe @Zoticus @Kiton

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don’t get caught, i’m dangerous

it’s always been like that.

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Her shove rocked him backwards, pushed his weight over his hind carriage. Left a stark dark bruising mark over his broad chest. While her teeth found tight purchase on her mark along the left side of his lower jaw, cutting in and curling around to grasp the edge of his mandible near it's joint. He aimed to twist his teeth and again go for her ear, for the same wounds. He reached out with his right forepaw and aimed a strike for her left limb near the elbow. {Our way is dieing with or without me.} Inevitable. And maybe he shall go with it. He was more conscious now that the sounds around them was localized to one fight, to one familiar figure and another. The rest stood. His family stood, figures around them. Native and otherwise. Their way would die by they'd be fine.

{Aquila} vs {@Sangria}
For: {Death}
{03} / 07
{Hits}

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 12 + 15 + 20 + 9 + 11 + 10

{Dodges}

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 11 + 18 + 8 + 20

Parvati didn't know what they expected of strangers but they knew their fathers would have flinched at such an accusation. Their venom seemed in this case to be sent into a soft pincushion, or a honey badger. The lion only chuckled. A harmless reaction. Parvati flinched instead, eyes narrowing, furious in another flash of emotion that they didn't understand. "Why do we need permission to do what is right?" Parvati was all for following laws. The law of nonviolence. Not whatever this male spoke of. 'Neutrality'. It was a concept of contention between their fathers; Parvati had never understood why.

Parvati also couldn't read body language well enough to know that the big, bulking male was getting annoyed at them. Nor could they control their body language enough to whirl on @Jewel without lashing their tail and speaking in a hiss. "Everyone else was here!" And also they should all leave. Parvati last. To make sure everyone was being peaceful and contrite. They ground their toes into the jungle muck.

Finally their leader was here. Law giver. Giver of good laws, right? @Avaneira would set things straight. Supposedly. Parvati's expression briefly voided to blank relief, emotions ready to be spent and recovered, but their new High Sovereign only spoke with complete emotion and not even good emotion if there was even such a thing but let him die? "Seriously? Death is not good! Nobody should die!" Parvati wasn't sure which set of battles was being referred to. Panicked, they glanced between them both, shocked to see how many more wounds had accumulated and not even sure where they were springing from. The fighters moved too fast. Blurry. Some of it... the wounds so far, they could be fixed.

The red stained woman rose to the challenge with the drumbeat of war. She had grown up in war, she would die in war - and it would be no more than she would deserve or expect. The female felt his fangs rend her ear again as she would attempt to slam her clawed paw on his grounded limb - the one that WASN'T attacking her. Which - by the way, left gouges down her limbs, crimson heat dripping through the fur. "We are lions! We are war! We are DEATH!" She snarled as she attempted to sink her fangs into his jugular, trying to rip the beasts lifeblood right from his neck. "You are no better than any of us here!" She knew her Father had ruled with an iron fist - with blood and death and fear... Yet, she had tried to be different. But they had invaded. They had crossed the borders to attack. Not that she wouldn't have done the same to THEM... but.. She would slam home a certain point. Sangria was tired of these "Natives" who thought they were better than everyone else because they had set foot here first. "Sangria" -vs- "Aquila" -for- "DEATH" -Round- "4"-of- "7" Hits: Rolling 7d20: 19 + 4 + 7 + 11 + 12 + 13 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 2 + 8 + 18

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Z O T I C U S ♕ X A N T H O S

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Bodies filtered in. Rogues, prides, cubs even- but his attention drifted solely to that of his pride. He saw Dior, and heard Aarani’s swift words to her- he gave the Lead Fighter an understanding look as she parted from the battle scene. He couldn’t blame Aarani, Zoticus didn’t even want Circe here.

Another battle erupted, one to the death, and Zoticus soon heard the words of another. His head snapped to @Kiton , seeing him taking a step forward, snarling in the direction of Circe. Rage filled his veins, and Zoticus’ eyes narrowed to slits at the action. Vine swiftly moved in front of Circe and for that the King was thankful- but it didn’t dismiss the threat.

He supposed Wolfbron was making yet another enemy here today.

Lips peeled backwards as a growl bellowed from his chest, paws walking him around Vine. “Protect her. If anyone steps near her- take their throat.” He ordered on gruff tones to the red Noble, knowing Vine would do well to protect Circe. Letting his attention come to focus on Kiton, he bared his fangs in threat before his muscles lurched him forward. “Threatening my mate will cost you.” He roared, paws attempting to charge him forward to eat away at the distance between them. Zoticus would attempt to lunge at the Mire Leader as he got closer, aiming to try and extend his paws with unsheathed claws, hoping to tackle Kiton and pierce his skin all at the same time. He cared not about being impulsive- he saw Kiton as a direct threat to Circe. A direct threat to his cubs. How dare the Mire speak words of violence to his pregnant Queen? Step near her with hostility?

Kiton would pay. They would all pay.

Zoticus vs @Kiton
for minor maim 1/5

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 19 + 16 + 18 + 7 + 15 + 1 + 17 + 6 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 12 + 9

(+1 to hits due to pride tier 4) (I apologize to anyone Zoticus didn’t address who addressed him- wanted to get this post up <3 )

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Pink jewels were wide with shock as he watched everything unfold. There was chaos. Every where and he didn't know what to do about it. It caused his tiny frame to panic and become frozen in place. Even when ears heard @Hanneth speaking in the distance. He was frozen and watching when a voice was much closer than he would have liked and he was being picked up. Tiny paws began to throw themselves as they would seek out the very thing that carried him but he soon went limp in the jaws of the unknown. Ears swiveling on top of his head as pink jewels scanned the crowd and found Hanneth and Dero. There! Now let me go! He wanted to run to them but would probably get lost in the crowd.

@Faevyre

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svana arrives and saga offers a soft, rumbling purr in her direction. she leans eagerly towards her, brushing a shoulder against hers in a quick sign of solidarity, before straightening back up and frowning. "sú rauðröndótta er vinur avaneira, trúi ég" she muses, and then is made a liar by the new cove queen's roar: let him die. oh. well. that certainly changes things. her brows arch in mild surprise and she casts a sidelong glance to svana, rolling a shoulder in a no idea gesture. things were changing so rapidly in amaryllis that she can't possibly keep up with their madness. she can scarcely keep up with her own, some days.

her eyes are tugged, next, to the wolfbrun and mire lions who are squaring up with the brook lions nearby. she's uncertain who to stand by: all three prides are allied with the hollows, and she grimaces. as she shifts, to move and try to smooth things over, there is the gruff greeting of another. for half a moment, she thinks perhaps the dark flash is magnus: but, no, it's not quite large enough. grumpy enough. her eyes widen and were she less composed, she would have shrieked and thrust her arms around him. "steinar!" she says, astonished, thrusting her head forward to slam it into his shoulder in both a welcome and a nuzzle. "kominn tími til að þú mættir, dúllan þín" she seethes, voice disapproving despite the faint grin on her lips. she longs to stay and catch up, to field questions and answer what she can, but there's still no sign of magnus and things are heating up. her expression wilts back into the icy neutrality that is her default and she rises, muttering a soft: "halda saman" before easing away and trotting across the messy vegetation and terrain to the scattered group of brook, bluff and mire lions.

she makes a choice, abruptly, sliding up to stand in front of @Nymeria, at @Kiton's side. though they are all allies, she hopes she's right in guessing that magnus would come to nymeria's aid. they had been oldest of friends, from what she's gathered. her defenses are carefully eased into place, her head low and body partially lowered with her weight centered on her limbs - but her muscles are otherwise loose and nonchalant as she clears her throat. "félagar, perhaps now is not the time to lay blame." it's spoken carefully, but not softly. her eyes flick from each assembled lion to the next, peering carefully at @Viné as he encroaches on kiton's space. "the natives stand to lose two of their own," she cautions and her heart tightens at the thought. she's felt that loss - and though there's no sympathy in her expression, it threatens to choke the words from her. she opens her mouth to speak further, but @Zoticus explodes and she lurches sideways to stay out of kiton's way. "fjandinn," she sighs, exasperated, but continues moving so that she now stands between nymeria and the remainder of the bluffs crew.

things were getting dicey: where the fuck was magnus?

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Warriors. Sure. He wasn't certain warrior was the most accurate word to describe him, but this wasn't really the time for debate, was it. Instead, he nodded, "That's right! They came looking for a fight, it'd be rude to let them leave without one." He'd casually ignore the fact that, by entering the territory uninvited, they were little better than the men who had come to murder someone for some reason. The why didn't really matter, only the result. He dearly hoped he'd get to watch somebody die tonight, and that whoever won would choose to follow through rather than take the more compassionate route and allow their defeated opponent to continue living.

His encouragement worked better than he'd hoped - but maybe he'd just had the luck to pick the right target. She shot off toward some dark, scarred, panicked-looking man, and Ryker laughed (a sound of pure, wicked, enjoyment) as she went. That's right, pick off the easy-looking targets. He wondered if the man's current state would work for or against him. Would he run or fight? A cornered animal was far more dangerous, and he had a trapped look about him, though Ryker couldn't begin to guess the reason. Didn't seem entirely present at the very least, and the youth wondered if there was some past event rearing it's head in the man's mind.

@Walpurgis

Defy erase rebuild Not as servants but as kings

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Coming up along side her mother, Ygritte started to tune into everything around her. There were many different scents. A mingle of the Brook and everything else and it was hard for her to pin point just one person in the entire crowd. So instead of trying to pin point anyone else, she focused on those that were talking to her and @Nymeria. However, instead of her mother speaking it is @Aurum and focus goes to him as he speaks to not only her but another. So, Aquila was fighting for his life and Ygritte found herself brushing against her mother. Next her mother began to speak and Ygritte could hear the sudden wave of emotions that rang through her ear drums. Her mother was afraid and it only brought fear to Ygritte as she felt her mother's tail brush against her haunches. Ears twisting all over the place as she would keep close to Nymeria and making sure she didn't crush the satchel that she carried on her body. I want to help.. She would whisper for her mother's ears only. It wasn't like she was trying to hid anything. But when her mother suddenly screamed out a name she was not familiar with. Ygritte felt her heart shatter for her mother. What could she do? The scent of @Morrigan came up to her and she was well aware that they were trying to keep her tucked into the group for safety. She wasn't feeling suffocated or anything but the intense pressure and all of the scents was causing her to have a slight panic attack. Maybe she shouldn't have followed her mother into this chaos. But it was to late now. There wasn't much she could do but stand there and listen to everything unfold.