Tamotsu knew of the idea that his mother would claim a land. So he was ready when the time came. While he was a little ways out it quickly made it to see his mother fighting a bright pink lion. He was confident in his own mother though and knew she would triumph. His job now was to watch the two younger females his mother had taken in. So sisters now he supposed. He saw Eina's tense approach of nala who was running around speaking in a language which he also spoke. The large male quickly approached the two girls with an easy smile, but a sharp look to the adults around. Insuring they knew that they were not to be touched. "Nala, Eina, stick close while Mother fights." in a soft tone, almost standing over them.

Then with with a quick repeat he spoke a simliar thing to nala in Japanese, Nala, 近くにいなさい、見知らぬ人と話すのは危険です" his tone held soft but a bit of a firm end. Showing he was friendly but not to be disobeyed.


@Eina @Nala

Translation: Stay close, its dangerous to talk to strangers

This foreign land was proving to be filled with plenty of secrets. Nadia reclined back on her haunches, watching with interest as the fight persisted. It wasn't until the sound of another approached that she turned her dark gaze and when it fell upon the man she could not help but hold her breath for a moment. He was her, only .. he was not her. Nadia had never seen another one with the same pigmentation as herself and for a moment she was speechless. "I wonder if anyone is taking bets - my money is on the big woman." He said and reluctantly she pulled her gaze from him back to the ones fighting. "Well naturally if I have to route for anyone I'll be routing for her." She crooned then, a sly look upon her face before her dark gaze met his again. "And you, you are from around here then?" She asked vaguely, prying for a little more information about the man beside her.


@Magnus

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The fight continued and Maeve watched with mild interest, eyes flickering away every now and then. Ugh, she hated crowds. She already had ghostly whispers in her ears, she didn’t need this many lions speaking at once, too. But no one acknowledged she and Tyrion explicitly. So she tried her best to tune everyone out shifting slightly to become more comfortable, flipping bits of mane out of her face with a sigh. When would this thing be over?

Nyx was her savior from irritation and boredom, as usual. Coming to sit at her side and huffing. “Too loud, though.” She muttered, before offering a smile and bumping their shoulders together. “Of course there’s room for you, Onyxia.” The smile soft and easy. Well, this was nice, wasn’t it? A gentleman on one side and her friend on the other. Perhaps the crowd wasn’t so bad now? She couldn’t quite tell just yet. But she offered them both a smile before looking back at the fight.

@Onyxia @Tyrion

In The Forest Deep

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He was thankful that with everyone who decided to flock to the challenge, that no one paid him much mind. It left to sit idly by to watch at the side of Maeve. A lioness he was quite fond of at the given moment. His eyes found Nymeria easy enough though as she entered. A queen by every right as she shifted past. His head dipped in his respectful manner when her gaze paused on him a moment.

Ears listened as Maeve talked to Onyxia as she took to a free side. Though he tried to keep his eyes on the fight instead. He didn't want to feel as if he was an intrusion on her private affairs. Other than that he was happy to just watch the fight, hope for the natives of course, and enjoy the company of Maeve one more time.

@Maeve

Hm, what was this? No sooner had the fogs lifted further did the sound of a claim ring out? Always interested to see who would rule where, Roan moved with purpose towards the sound of the fighting. A rainforest emerged in place of where the fog used to conceal the lands, nearly making the mauve lion miss his last home as he wandered closer. No rainforest nor jungle could ever take the place of the lands his father had last ruled, though.

While a fight was already in progress, a small crowd had already gathered. Neither of the fighters looked familiar to the mauve lion before he scanned the spectators next. Drakon was not hard to miss, not surprised to see him at another challenge. It was more of a surprise that he was not fighting in it this time, however. The Tollaire did seem intent on finding a pride for himself again since the refugees had made their way into Amaryllis. Jewel was noted as well, having not spoken with the woman since the Hodari had made an investigative trip to Caladan. Other than that, though, no one else was of particular familiarity, not enough to warrant Roan to approach for possible conversation. That is... until a familiar steel blue color caught his attention. Corinna? Was that really her? Even if the masked lion had never grown particularly close with the woman, unfortunately, he still viewed her as family, in more ways than one. A step-grandmother, a step-step-grandmother, and an honorary "aunt" all at once. It was enough to make the Hodari's head hurt, so he'd eventually opt just for the blanket term of family as he made his approach.

She sat at a distance from the group, probably lacking the same acquaintanceship with the spectators as Roan did. "Aunt @Corinna," the mauve lion called quietly to her when he was close enough, aiming to sit at her side. Despite their lack of shared blood, the steely woman had always been one of the few constant presences throughout his life, even if she sometimes seemed to linger on the fringe of his memory. Corinna had been there, though, and that's what mattered. "It's good to see you." There was a genuine fondness in the mauve lion's tone, happy to see her alive and well when the woman had not made the trip with the rest of what remained of the jungle pride.

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Kimagure’s claws sunk into the flesh of the man’s shoulder and the male moved and achieved his desired angle. Kimagure’s other three legs still on the ground were spread for balance and claws extended. The woman’s head continued to throb with every thump of her heart even as her other wounds seeped blood. Her narrowed eyes noted the movement of his head towards her leg and she instinctively attempted to step backwards to put maybe a step or two of distance between them if she was successful, her right foreleg attempting to pull away from his shoulder. She felt claws sink into her shoulder, her movements causing the claws to catch in the meat on the back of her shoulder rather than in the armpit area as intended. This created several punctures which began to bleed.

His jaws snapped shut on her right foreleg, above the ankle, and the pain made a snarl ripple through her parted maw, lips wrinkled back. Ears remained flattened to her head and her hackles were still raised, her long tail still endeavored to help her retain her balance. The ivory lioness would attempt to clamp her jaws down on the top of the man’s muzzle, trying to sink her teeth in as close to, or on top of, his nose as possible.

Kimagure vs Valhalla
For FR
Round 3/5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 11 + 12 + 17 + 6 + 10 + 16 + 2 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 19 + 17 + 15 + 20

It was that goliath of a woman again- Siofra recognized her from a distance. It was hard not to, she was an imposing woman (far more so locked in a battle than when Siofra had met her in the Grotto). That scar that laced her face, from where Sio stood it was not so prominent merely a flash of pink. Enough to give the clay young woman confidence in her assumption and more than enough to draw in her curious soul like moth to a flame. She inhaled- sweat, blood, and a whirlwind of others scattered around. Some she saw- some scents she picked up seemed to have no owner she could see. Souls were peppering everywhere and in this dense foliage there was not solid visiblity for her in all directions. Her attention remained locked on the fight anyways- and with some slowness, dreaminess, to her steps, she was drifting closer to get a better look and quietly cheer on the white woman (surely much to her family's ire if they found out...) Something about the strength the woman gave off was like a drug, intoxicating.

( permission granted to have Sio recognize Kimagure even though their other thread just started )

Corinna sat in the quiet silence of watching the fight and waiting for its end, knowing that this was good if only to be in the loop of this new land's historic events. She wasn't all that keen on the fighting aspects of life but when it came to her family, it was alright. Briefly snapping out of a small window of reflection, she turned her head to see Roan beside her and while her face remained still with a growing smile, her heart ached.

Roan looked so much like Taj that she could've sworn if just for a second it was him. That heart of hers felt the worry grow in her breast but ultimately chose to put a flame on it. Attention given to Roan as he was the one in front of her, not her first love. To see him before her now was so strange, especially when she put to mind that he had to be at least four years old by now. It is good to see you, too, @Roan. She almost socially branched out to ask him how his father and Hanneth were but given the knowledge that Corinna currently had, she didn't feel like ripping into what-could-be wounds. How are you liking it here thus far? The steel woman didn't exactly have much of an opinion quite yet but she was glad that it had, for the most part, let her truly put the past behind her.

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[OOC: Responding to Nala, Eina, Tamotsu, Poppy + her CC group]

She would nod towards the pale lion of her pride when he spoke. "Lord @Drakon, I am familiar with the female, but not the lion she is fighting." Jewel would wait - see who emerged victorious.. Though with what she knew of Jyzara, likely the Lupai female would be leaving the Cove if Kimagure won this pride - taking her family with her. She had lived under the silver woman once before after all. A child of dark coloring bounced up to her and Jewel's head tipped down at the words she spoke and she smiled at @Nala. "Hello, sweetling.. where are your-..aha." She noted the flower female from the beach many moons ago and frowned at Poppy's form.

"Lady @Poppy... Are you allright, my friend?" She looked much different than she had the day that the lioness had been playing and splashing in the ocean with her family... and it troubled the ebony sovereign to know that she had found trouble already. She watched as @Gareth arrived and gave the large titan a smile and a nod, pleased to see so many of her members here taking interest in other prides. Perhaps - they would all help her gain valuable knowledge from this after the fact.

Seeing @Camelia 's form bouncing among the lions gathered had her frowning slightly and shifting positions so she was able to get her hind limbs beneath her in the event the yearling found herself into trouble. @Eina arrived and Jewel smiled at the dark girl, her lips chuckling as she looked at the girl as she tried to draw Nala away. "If you two are here with Kimagure - you're welcome to stay with me until she's over.. I will keep you safe."

Ear stipped as @Tamotsu arrived to try to corral the two young cubs and the ebony sovereign smiled at him. "You're welcome to stay by me if you wish.. Have an extra set of eyes to watch the little ones?" Though, Jewel's own cerulean optics were casting over those gathered to ensure that she kept those of her pride within view, as well as ensureing that if any of her own brood arrived, they would be gathered safely at her side as well.

"speech"

Had @Corinna been a biological relative, maybe the mauve lion would have had similar thoughts in regards to her appearance. Maybe he would have seen himself in her, seen his mother, his siblings. Instead, he just took comfort in the sight of her when so many were still missing. It was fortunate that Roan remained unaware of how much he reminded Corinna of her first love, for it was how the masked lion had grown up, how he had pretty much spent his whole life. He and his siblings were a constant reminder to the pride of the queen they had lost, and Roan had felt that burden his entire life. He didn't need to feel the weight of his grandfather's absence as well.

Nevertheless, the woman of steel reciprocated the enthusiasm at seeming him, letting Roan take it as an acceptance of his company while the pair watched the fight ensue. Every so often, the masked lion's gaze would slip towards the fight, just gauging how things were going before he'd return his attention to his "aunt." How did he like the lands so far? Well, had Roan really stopped to try enjoying them yet? Not really, so he wasn't well equipped to answer the question. "Uh, I guess it's fine so far. I haven't really stopped to enjoy the new lands yet, been busy learning about the new prides. We haven't picked a home yet since arriving," the mauve lion explained briefly. He had put the weight of the world on his own shoulders, setting himself the task of investigating the lands so that his female relatives, like Hanneth and his sisters, wouldn't run the risk of getting claimed in the process. "How have you been?" Similar to Corinna, Roan didn't want to tread into possible uneasy territory and ask about Parhelion or her kids. He knew a couple had come with them to the new lands, but still. It was probably safer to just inquire about Corinna first and let her mention the others if she wished to.

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