[OOC: So. Whatever happens to this child - I'm good with. Bad drama, good drama.. Y'know. Ya'll got any evil baddies that you want to terrorize/eat/murder a child? Any goodies that need a save a life? (here's your chance)]


He had escaped the clutches of the evil dragon den master! That would be mama, if you couldn't tell. The pale child was bouncing away from home - exploring and taking his 'walk' seriously for once though not so seriously after all. He had decided he wanted to be a great explorer! Adventurer EXTROIDONAIRE... and Moma had told him that to do so , he had to get out and leave the pridelands.

Surely - she had meant to go _with_ him, but you see, Bright Eyes was nothing if not adventurous and he was also bored. A winning combination, surely. The male teenager hopped and bopped his way to a tune in his head before he came to a halt and found himself staring wide eyed at the large flocks of ridiculously pink birds. not like.. a cute blush of a new born babys butt ... but like... SCREAMING fushia pink! It was AMAZING!

Grinning, a devilish grin that might look more at home on the face of his brother Little Devil or even Spitfire.. He rushed in, giving his best impression of a ferocious rawr! Scattering the birds in a confused flashing of wings, feathers and weirdly spindly legs as he started to chase them around.

Now that his maw was healing, no longer a swollen void but a deliberate clasp of teeth, he needed revenge for his failures. His conception of himself as the Ultimate Dieudonne had been shaken but not unseated. There had to be something to restore his value in the eyes of Ambrosine and he would give her what he would want if he was in her place. He didn't understand his sister at all really.

They shared blood though, so she had to want blood. A new baptism for their mission and particularly for her children. The cubs of the lagoon were off limits so he ranged further afield, beyond the pride borders and off into the wilds. The hunter sought out landmarks. Good patches of shade. A watering hole.

He could use a bite and flamboyant pink flamingos sounded great. He padded through the savanna, his toes soft and spread, but he saw that the flock had been disturbed. Not by him. They were upset at someone else. Lion, hyena, dog? Some sort of higher predator which was, of course, just a step higher on the grand food chain that existed below the Dieudonne. The hunter would be distracted.

Something very meek was roaring. Sounded like a squeak. An unobservant, naive cub, not the most tender of babes but he wanted all of the bastards to have a bite as well so a newborn wouldn't do for that. He paused, looking over the grass. This one was old enough that its mother wouldn't always be close by.

The perfect game. There was no further need to stalk. He used the cloud of flamingos as cover, trying to rush in from the other side of their feathered frenzy, ignoring and shouldering aside the weak-necked birds in his pursuit of trying to club the prancing cub.

Say my name, Say my name, say baby I love you

Caeso was quite far from home, actually. He’d been traveling to the flamingo pond, fully thinking he was going to hunt some flamingo to bring home. But suddenly, he heard a small roar, spotting a little cub prancing. He crouched, watching the almost-teen. Where was his guardians? It was then that he noticed another on the other side of the dense cover of pink. A grown adult male... but he was... what the hell? He was running at the cub!

Before Caeso even knew what he was doing, he was running at the other male, weaving through the flamingos in an attempt to sneak attack and pounce onto Vermier like hell if he was going to see a cub get hurt! He didn’t give a damn whose it was! Breath coming heavily as he faced off with the other male, his left paw flashing out quickly to try and rake at Vermier’s left shoulder. Come on, show us what you got! A snarl parted Caeso’s lips as he rolled his shoulders back, ears pushing against his mane, and tail flowing behind him.

@Vermier vs @Caeso
For dominance/leave the kid alone!
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 7 + 18 + 16 + 6 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 2 + 3 + 16 + 14

code by corvus

Kyon may have escaped mother but he did not escape the master of escapes himself! We are of course talking about his brother, Spitfire. Escape extraordinaire. He notes brother slinking out. Spitfire is not far behind him, silently creeping behind trying to not arouse suspicion. Not that Kyon had much in the way of brains then again neither did his brother. Curious. Where are we, I mean you going, brother? Spitfire shut up we don't want Kyon spinning around to find your dumb ass. Yeah, Spitfire was probably one of the dumbest Jewel had ever birthed which was saying something considering the other Jewel children.

He attempts to follow behind a few meters while ducking into every rock or tree he could find. Nope, Kyon is not finding his brother today, no siree. Just where are they going and what are those big pink things? Are they weird lions? He's nearly caught up to Kyon when what the hell man!? He stops. Something big was coming for his brother. Something big and fast! Oh no. Kyon fucking move you piece of shit "Bright eyes!" he yells try to get some attention. I saw something! What is it? One of those weird flappy large pink thing? What the absolute fuck is going on here? WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN!?

@Kyon

Something pounced him. The first thing he noticed wasn't that it was bigger than a flamingo. It was just a flash of brown where he didn't expect it, rushing at his left shoulder, and the hunter instinctively switched modes from foolhardy earnest predator to measured warrior. His ears, casually backward, now glued against his skull beyond sight within his lavender peak of mane, and his eyes glowered as his brows knit downward, shielding their narrow confines with a further level of protection. At his current speed he wouldn't be able to use his paws as weapons. He plunged his weight onto his fore half, hop-skidding to a halt.

Lion, male, presumed relative or competitor. Not Dieudonne; currently enemy.

Moderate lacerations trailed horizontally along the outside of his left shoulder, bleeding cold evaporation, a wound that he did not feel as much as he felt the bruise from the weight of the pounce behind it. With his skull lowered and maw gaping, Vermier attempted to retaliate by trying to snap his teeth around the enemy's left wrist. His own tail lashed low after aiding his balance in his halt, flickering between his ankles. As trained. When surprised, assume more enemies, don't give them an anchor to yank on him.

@Caeso vs Vermier
get your own mcrib
Round 1 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 15 + 18 + 2 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 11 + 14 + 1 + 20

Say my name, Say my name, say baby I love you

His attack hit just as planned, but Caeso did not let pride overwhelm him. He’d be lucky if he left this with moderate wounds himself, Cae was not normally a fighter, but he couldn’t ignore a threat to a child. The other snapped at his ankle, and he jerked it towards the left, but the other still got a grip on about half of his ankle, Vermier’s fangs sinking into his fur and skin. Now that his jaws were occupied, Caeso attempted for his right paw to scratch the left side of Vermier’s face, around his forehead and ears. Still snarling and growling at the other. His attacks were not too fierce, he was mostly hoping for a distraction so the cub could get away.

Reflexively he attempted to jerk his paw from the others jaws but did not think it would be of much use. This guy didn’t seem like this was just another fight. Caeso could tell the other was still intent on going after the cub once this scrap was over. Please Maua, lend this cub the strength to run as fast as he can.

Caeso vs. @Vermier
For Leave the kid alone!
Round 2 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 4 + 15 + 17 + 12 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 11 + 8 + 9

code by corvus

One second, he was happily chasing the giant pink blobs of AMAZING and the next TERROR! DRUMS IN THE DEEP. THE BEACONS ARE LIT! The birds morphed into some sort of HELLACIOUS hell beast with teeth and fangs of burning red and snarly thunder! He stood still, a deer in the headlights, simba in the wildebeast stampede, watching through the chaos of birds taking flight to what was only described as a two headed MONSTER come risen from the depths of HELL!

Bright Eyes! He spun at the sound, spying his ebony brother off to the side and stood for one breath... Two... Then jaws parted and an unholy screech of terror erupted from his muzzle. "THEYRE MONSTERS! WHY ARE THERE MONSTERS?!?" He punctuated the words with decibels of sound that could only be reached by a male who's balls have yet to descend. And had they already done so, they would have turned RIGHT back around and crawled back inside at what he was witnessing!

Kyon charged towards Spitfire, his legs suddenly numb and ineffective, spinning his wheels, spraying water before he fell onto his face and came up sputtering and coughing. Now the monsters were trying to DROWN HIM! SOMETHING WAS GRABBING HIS LEG! HE WAS GONNA DIE! The child - in his terror didn't realize that his hind leg was wrapped securely in the algae that grew on parts of the pond and proceeded to do his house-bred ancestors proud.

Cat on a leash? Catchpole? Anyone? The sounds that were coming from still developing and growing lungs were what one might confuse for those of a dying bird... or maybe a demon from hell themselves... as he threw himself around, spit gargling in his throat as he also added insult to injury and panicked in the shallow water.

His wounded jaws were still quick enough to seize around half of the enemy's left ankle. The muscles in his neck and the snappy trigger tendons of his jowls worked well but the tender lining of his gums sent up an alarmed wail. He was food-shy, bite-shy, but it was a reflex that was diminishing as he healed and now that he was in combat it was only another plunge on the adrenaline needle. His ears pressed to his skull and a snarl shook up his bones from within his cavernous depths. This was his child. A possessive sentiment, not fatherly but paternally entitled. Kyon belonged to him. He had seen him first.

Vermier attempted to clench his jaws while also jerking his head slightly to its right, trying to sheer scraps of meat from the wrist. It wasn't a decent enough grip to try to hold onto, but try to mutilate in passing? Sure. Claws rained vertically down the extreme left portion of his face, varying between brown fur and deeper russet mane for 3 4-inch trails puckered and punctuated with blood. He kept his eyes narrowed, watchful of the free paw and also the other male's face. This wasn't as serious a fight as he'd had with the lagoon king. Other male wasn't trying too hard. Maybe he wasn't the father. Maybe he was an opportunistic fellow predator and a sufficient show of strength would make him scurry off, and then Vermier could return to tracking the cub. It might have gotten away but Vermier was in the middle of paying the iron price. He wanted to finish the transaction.

@Caeso vs. Vermier
get your own mcrib
Round 2 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 18 + 4 + 2 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 12 + 16 + 1 + 18

Say my name, Say my name, say baby I love you

Skin and flesh were torn from his wrist as the other pulled, a hiss coming from his lips. Oh, so they were going rough, now? Again, his right paw came forward, and he attempted to cause deep scratches on Vermier’s forehead, above his eyes, going from Vermier’s left to right. This was to try and temporarily blind the other with blood in his eyes. Then he could give the cub… well cubs it seemed from the screaming. More time to run. Wherever they were from, they needed to go there now. Knowing their fight was near an end, he attempted to pull himself forward and smash his right shoulder into Vermier’s chest. Hoping this would stun the other and cause them both bruising. But it was well worth it if those cubs could just get away.

Caeso vs. @Vermier
For Leave the kid alone!
Round 3 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 17 + 12 + 15 + 4 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 8 + 7 + 15 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 17 + 18 + 5 + 19

code by corvus

What the ever-loving fuck, Bright Eyes. Now Spitfire loved his brother but the ungodly screeching he was doing was too much for his ears to bear. THIS IS WHY THEY SHOULD HAVE MADE FOR THE GAP OF ROHAN BUT NOOOOO, NOBODY LISTENS TO THE GUY WHO ALWAYS DIES! Stupid dwarves and their deep digging. Bright Eyes comes screaming about monsters! Wait what the fuck did they see? His brothers flailing does not help him. It makes it worse. He watches as his lighter sibling sputters and coughs, caught in the water. OH, NO! He's stuck. Spitfire rushes to Kyon. Now we all know what happened the last time Spitfire "helped" Kyon but he wasn't about to let monsters gobble up his brother. Not today Satan!

Spitfire slams on the breaks as he gets closer. He can't see with his brothers flailing "Hold still!" let me help you! Please! I can not see with such flailing. I don't want the monster to get you but it's gonna get both of us if Ya don't fucking hold still ya little gremlin. Don't make me urinate on you again! I'll do it! I'm cocked and loaded! Ah, fuck it! Spit pushes his face in the shallows trying to see what has his brother flailing so badly. There! He sees it! Just let me reach it! He's worried about the monster because if the monster reaches them now, then they'll both be lunch!