hail to the king
kneel to the crown

royal flames will carve a path to chaos
bringing daylight to the night
let the water flow with shades of red
arrows black out the light

There is too much in so little time. There is the pounding heart of his brother beating with the pounding heart of his own, the thunder of his voice, the storms growing in their cores, the static fixing the air high and swelling full. About them shift faces, words, the nuances of violence and creeping terror phased through each bemused expression. But there is Aidoneus most of all - Aidoneus against the backset of chaos, ruin, statuette as a saint. A martyr painted red as a Dieudonne closes that fateful gap.

Then it was the cold air sucked into his lungs. The bloodshot of his eyes, the tightness of his lips, and a shudder that ran through his body just as ruthless as any.

But to aid the wife of the enemy's Sovereign? Against your own comrade?

A step forward only - toward Aidoneus, toward her children, toward the mottled hues of the man who wrenched his teeth in her flesh. He had come to taste Andal meat, to savor again the exotic tinge of oasis succulence and desert crisp, but now; his mind pounded with a persistent ring, a hum, a buzz, and a roaring crescendo of agonizing reluctance. But before he can bear witness to the horror unfolded into crueler sights, a breeze passed beside him, and brought with it the lull of promised delights.

He had asked for war. Gauthier hadn't forgotten his brokerage with the Wolfbron queen. But the king of the Lagoon? His eyes traced to the scarred, pale woman, distantly familiar and poised in a mind of neutrality. Amara had already moved on to battle the fire-crested piebald male, and in her leave, possessed an order for the Hound. The command is bittersweet. She is no Andal, but he is not picky - he is loathe to be given orders, but there is certainty in it, and he doubted there was any disappointment to be had from the warrior king.

There better be a nice steak for this.

Alizabeth is seated by the Andal King - but well in pursuit, the brute moved to the mohawk'd Wolfbron noble, and in the spaces left he was mindful not to tread the paths of Aidoneus's little ones. Move on did he regardless - passing Kieran with a restraint that consumes him entirely, speed helping, and he rounded the ring to rush to the Scilla King from her right. Gauthier attempted to bull her from this angle - intending to jut his shoulder for a blow into her ribcage, his teeth bared and head low over his throat, ears flat against the tangle of his mane. From there he would assess the best means for carrying on.

Wordless, the fate of his hunting buddy remained far too heavy on his mind, but he dared not distract himself with the tragic scene that unfolded aside. Had he the right place of consciousness he may have smirked, slid a nothing personal between a growl, maybe even enjoyed the fight for a fight's sake.

But in his mind's eye, he did not battle the Scilla King. It would be Kieran he rendered beneath teeth and claw, the dream within a nightmare.

Gauthier vs @Alizabeth
for Minor Maim (tbd)
round 1 of 5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 9 + 19 + 12 + 7 + 16 + 15 + 14 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 13 + 6 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 19 + 6 + 15 + 13

Art © Ryuu

Her target moved to meet her and their fight started. She didn't know or care about why he had decided here and now to do this. His reasoning didn't matter. All that did was that he was an enemy and was trying to take her home from her pride members and her family. Protecting that was what always drove her. Amara's claws slice into his cheek, the scent of his blood entering the space around them and for the lioness, everything else fades away. Her target was all that she could focus on. As he went for her neck, Amara knew that this wouldn't be a normal fight. If he wanted to play that way, she would be happy to as well. Her claws finished slicing and attempted to aim now to claw and rake across his right eye. She shifted her own body just enough so that his teeth landed more on the meaty area of her neck lower where the shoulder meets and not the tender and life-giving areas. Her neck had seen a lot of damage over the last few months and this would be added among the scars. Her blood seeped out and joined the mud under them. Her right claws landed and dug in and Amara attempted to dig them in deeper and drag them down his shoulder toward the ground. His own claws sliced into her underbelly, once again she was being attacked there. Fuckers. She knew that her belly could take a lot before her guts would spill out so she pushed on. Her own head was above his now which made things slightly odd for her but she would take it as she twisted her head and attempted to bite down on or near his eye on the other side from where her paw was trying to claw at. Amara vs @Leander For Wolfbron Bluffs Round 2 / 5 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 9 + 15 + 10 + 19 + 2 + 5 + 11 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 7 + 13 + 17 + 6 + 3 + 14 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 13 + 8 + 19 + 4

Table by Ice. Graphic by Lars.

This bitch had fire, she needed to admit it. Atleast her fight wouldn't be blending like that last one. Finally a good opponent to bring all the hell fire and shit towards done without going back. No holds, no ifs, right now she felt like she had all the freedom to do to this woman whatever she wanted right?

She lashes but her claws only found the skin of Cassine 's mech. This was due to the claw woman lowering her head to bite on her lower spine which she managed to do. Feeling the fangs there, drawing more blood but at this point blood didn't bother her. She wouldn't be a warrior if she did.

Followed to that Cassine went to swipe her own forepaw into Alma's flank. She lets her to reach for now, she returns the paw she used to claw Cassine back to the ground, then she turns her head and upper half of the to her right(Where Cassine had her claw into her flank). While she did she aimed to push a bit forwards with jaws open attempting to bite in the woman's left front paw, the one clawing her side. She wanted to disarms her enemy as soon as she could.

Alma vs @Cassine
For Minor Maim
2 - 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 14 + 8 + 5 + 3 + 6 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 13 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 19 + 16 + 3 + 13

CODE • ART • BG

Leander would like to say that this was strictly business. In some ways, it was. And in other ways, it was personal. For the safety of his family was always personal. As long as the Bluffs posed a threat to the Miroslav empire, there would be strong emotions involved. This battle is hardly an amicable one and thus there was no reason to pull his punches.

His jaws latch tight about the meaty part of @Amara's neck -- lower than he had first envisaged but a purchase on a rather tender part of his opponent's body regardless. And amongst the folds of her neck, a pained snarl reverberates from the depths of his chest as the woman's claws drag down the length of his left shoulder -- down his limb and leaving deep, angry and red lacerations that seep blood near instantaneously.

Right forepaw slices through her underbelly and aims to return to ground once more, hoping to even out his balance. The slicing of his shoulder fuels anger within the Heir -- the patched male channeling the sentiments by attempting to give a firm shake of his head, aiming to throw Amara about like a rag doll. Due to the movement of his head, Amara's teeth sinks into the skin above his brow -- narrowly missing his right eye -- blood beginning to drip down his pale face.

@Leander vs @Amara
For Wolfbron Bluffs
Round 2 / 5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 13 + 5 + 14 + 8 + 9 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 20 + 15 + 19 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 9 + 13 + 5 + 6

Unlike his adversary, Seneca keeps his feet planted firmly in the dirt, his claws digging in to maintain traction. He is well aware of his precarious position, and has no intention of being caught off-balance enough for @Ryker to make a win of it. Instead, his hips continue a pivot to the right whilst his shoulders swing inward to the left, attempting to shove his bulk further into the younger lion. It results in those claws sharply hitting their mark somewhere between his left shoulder and the next rib, raking open his flesh. For the time being, Seneca does not care. His hope is to bully his way hard enough into Ryker that he can pin the man's left foreleg in between them — or otherwise force his retreat. Because of his pivot, the Wolfbron lion's teeth score across the thin layer of muscle and tendon protecting his ribs, and his claws lash through the sinew at the front of his left hip without obtaining enough purchase to shove. His skull swings downwards and in, parted jaws attempting to sink his canines deep into the muscle of Ryker's left shoulder. seneca vs ryker for cassine move two of three Hits: Rolling 8d20: 3 + 2 + 16 + 10 + 19 + 1 + 14 + 17 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 4 + 8 + 20 + 10 + 6 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 8 + 12 + 4 + 19

molten eyes and a smile made for war

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There is chaos everywhere, and it quickly erupts around them - even as Axelle starts her own. She likes the thrill, though. It fuels her need to be in the midst of it, to contribute to it. She had every intention of licking the meat from the bones of the bodies that were left behind today. Every intention.

As she swung her paw towards the striped gray lioness' face, she was quick to react. Axelle was satisfied that her claws made some kind of connection with skin - no matter if she wasn't able to move the lioness like she wanted to. Though, in retaliation, her opponent lunged toward her, sinking her own claws into the ranger's upper shoulders, though her intended movement would not land either. Shoulder and leg muscles were strong from hunting frequently, and Axelle would not be pulled down. Instead, Halimede's claws sank into the skin and muscle there, and when Axelle's form did not give, her opponent's claws did - cutting deep lacerations through skin and muscle and leaving neat, leaking strips behind. The wounds screamed with pain, and accompanying that, they felt uncomfortably wet as blood leaked eagerly from the newly parted skin.

Using the momentum and the momentary proximity, Axelle raised her right paw, attempting to again hook it into the female's skin - this time, her shoulder. Then she would attempt a bite for the female's throat, hoping to land a quick and effective blow early on to weaken her opponent.

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Axelle vs. @Halimede
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 2/4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 7 + 12 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 6 + 5 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 12 + 15 + 11 + 2

IMAGE

Alizabeth's attention had shifted to Seneca as he jumped into a fight with someone she didn't know. Not before he gave her the duty of babysitting. While normally she wouldn't care about helping out some kids.

When her magenta eyes looked in the direction he'd motioned toward - she found a hoard of children. Where they all his? About to stand up to do her best wrangling children like pigs in a rodeo, she noticed they were beginning to leave on their own. Oh. She couldn't complain, it would be more interesting if she could focus on the fights.

Amara arrived, something the Lagoon King always seemed to notice. It would be foolish not to be on high alert after she'd fucked up her face. The Wolfbron Sovereign didn't seem the type to let things go. Revenge was coming.

Eyes narrow as the star touched woman paused and spoke to a lion who seemed...oddly familiar. She didn't hear anything said. Brows knit together, however, as his attention shifts to her. "Fuck." She had a gut feeling what was about to go down. How fucking lame. Disappointment boiled in her veins.

Muscles grew taut, body tensing as keen eyes watching the male move around and eventually come barreling toward her right side. All the preperation in the world couldn't stop him - she was much smaller. The Lagoon King could use his weight and momentum against him, however. The entirety of her form attempts to shift down, legs trying to tuck and body ducking as he moved to make contact with her body.

Even though she was trying to lower, his shoulder still managed to slam into her side in the process of moving down - winding her and ensuring that at least one or two of her ribs were fractured from the brunt of contact.

Alizabeth hoped that in her attempt to duck, he would trip over her and fall flat on his fucking face. As it to try and ensure this, her right forepaw attempts to reach back, claws exposed to try and curve around the forepaw closest to her. The ivory warrior would then try to yank it out from under him, happily letting her claws unsheathe fully to try and rend flesh as well.

Alizabeth vs @Gauthier ♔
for Minor Maim
1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 10 + 16 + 15 + 7 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 13 + 1 + 2 + 7 + 14 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 12 + 1 + 11

code by corvus

Because I'm hyped up out of control

Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know

His attempt to end thing simply by just shoving the man over the edge of the pit was unsuccessful. It was a long shot anyway, but one never knew unless they tried, after all. So, as Seneca resisted his shove, Ryker would use the force, and his opponent's own shove, to push himself back a step instead to get his forepaws firmly back on the ground, and incidentally prevent his paw or limb from being pinned between the two of them.

While Seneca turned, Ryker let his rear end pivot to his right a step. As The patchy man's fangs reached for his shoulder, Ryker's jaws would part and seek to close around the area of Seneca's left eye - both in an attempt to prevent the man's own attack and in the hope of at least temporarily blinding the male with blood or causing him to back off. Should he fail, of course, Seneca's fangs would find his shoulder (actual damage pending success/failure of counter).

His left paw would lift once more, twisting and reaching in an attempt to come up the right side of Seneca's face from below, to hook claws in just above the man's right brow and rake downward toward the jawline.

Ryker vs. @Seneca (@koi)
Rematch! (dominance) Cassine
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 12 + 6 + 13 + 20 + 15 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 20 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 6 + 9 + 2 + 3

If it's a fight, I'm ready to go

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OOC: Permission granted from Zena to initiate this <3

Hazarin can feel the tension brewing within his chest as he watches a myriad of fights bloom in front of him. His eyes switch from one to another, and for once in his stupid life the man could not just sit back and be idle in his actions.

Acta, non verba. Actions, not words.

His eyes fall on the figure of @Seraphiel as he shouts out to the crowd. It seemed no one had heard him, which was rather convenient. With a sickening grin, Hazarin rose to his paws and without a single word, began to close the gap between his body and Seraphiel's. Hazarin was facing the Andal's left flank head on, so as the distance closed between them, he would attempt to lunge forward with an open jaw and shove his left shoulder into Seraphiel's left tricep, aiming to bruise and wind. Whilst their size difference was quite dramatic, Hazarin would also attempt to use the motion from his lunge to sink his jaw into his stomach, hoping to grip hard enough to draw some blood and tear muscle.

Hazarin vs. Seraphiel
for Minor Maim
Round one of four

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 8 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 4 + 9 + 15 + 12 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 15 + 3 + 4 + 12

Referenced Lion Anatomy

table by sentinal, art by irish

He'd challenged those gathered to face him, and so he was unsurprised when he felt a body slam into his left side, the rest of his breath huffing out of him. Nor did the teeth sinking deep into his stomach area shock him either. What did somewhat surprise him as he lifted his own left limb and attempted to slam his paw down on his attacker's left front paw, was the size of the other man. Was it bravery or stupidity that had led him to challenge the much larger Seraphiel? He didn't know, but he wouldn't fault him for it. It was impressive to him, honestly.

Finally, he no longer had to hold back, and he would put everything he had into protecting his pride. He was their gentry, and he would prove that his appointment had not been a poor choice. He turned his head to the left, tucking his chin against himself as best he could while attempting to sink his own teeth into the man's upper left shoulder. There wasn't much he could do to protect his throat given their angles, but he'd make his best effort at it regardless.

Seraphiel vs. @Hazarin
for Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 11 + 16 + 4 + 3 + 20 + 17 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 15 + 20 + 2 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 16