She trailed slowly along the edge of the water, cerulean optics searching for what else? Fish. Jewel always had it in her head to find something for the children, to ensure that they didn't go hungry. It wasn't a status she herself generally approved of - that whole being hungry thing. So she hoped to ensure her children never felt that same hunger. Jewel lurched into the waves when she spotted something bright silver flashing in the sunlight and sank her claws into the slippery meat of the fish. Dragging it to shore, the feline noted that it wasn't a super large fish, but with her own stomach rumbling uncomfortably, it would serve well enough for a meal. She placed the fish to the side and held her claws on it, ensuring that it couldn't squiggle away. Jewel intended to get a few more, feed not only her family, but herself as well. The idea had her mouth watering, and when the fish stopped struggling as hard, the lioness made her way back into the surf to wait for the next flash of silver. When it came, it was about the same size as the first, and she lurched into the waves, emerging dripping wet, but with another very lively fish in her jaws. Dragging herself to the sand where she had placed the first, Jewel dropped her quarry and repeated the process of pinning it to the sands with a claw while she shook the water from her hide - enjoying the relief from the heat that it gave her.. And took a moment to catch her breath.""

irish

her stomach burned with hunger, throat raw and ravaged by the days spent next to something but endless oceans and sandy dunes. and in the background, her children wailed, sputtering and complaining of the same, unrelenting pain -- and so what choice did that leave a mother with? tucking the babes close to amara and ramona's chests, ambrosine sent herself off, peeling away from the crowds the best that she could in hopes of securing some sort of meal for her gaggle of progeny.

but oh, she would never have expected for it to be waiting for her on a beautiful, silver platter! of course, there was another woman standing there, hunched over the fish that she had so clearly just caught -- but that hardly mattered, didn't it, when life was now all about survival of the fittest?

and so ambrosine approaches as quietly as the sands would allow, keeping herself at a perpendicular angle (ambrosine facing jewel's left flank), with her eyes narrowed upon the ebony woman. hoping to leave but a few feet between them, regardless of whether her presence was noticed or not, ambrosine's limbs would suddenly coil, pushing the parisian forward upon splayed toes as a rumbling purr slips from between her lips. "pour moi? you shouldn't have --" and then she looks to make contact, size difference and all, hoping to throw the bulk of her weight into the other woman. simultaneously does ambrosine's left shoulder jut forward, attempting to ram into the huntress' left flank behind her shoulder-blade, hoping to invoke some sort of surprise, if not to cause a brief fumble. ivory teeth only bare themselves for the time being, chin tucked and tail extended behind the dieudonne's figure -- and silently, she hopes for just a little bit of fun, and a little bit of bite back from her opponent.

Ambrosine versus Jewel
dominance for 'give me those fish'
round 1/5

hits:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 11 + 7

dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 8 + 16 + 3 + 17

The crunching of the sand wasn't unnoticed, and when Jewel shifted her head to look, she saw a flash of color before the impact came to her left side. A snarl was ripped from her muzzle at the contact, and the large ebon female shifted her right limbs outward to catch herself, to counterbalance the force of the other females attack. Ears plastered themselves to her skull as she parted her jaw and the snarl of warning ripped from her breast. Jewel would have been happy to fish some more up for the female, but if it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she would get. Shifting herself slightly so that she could use the momentum from Ambrosines attack, her hips rotated a step to her right, putting the two warriors at a more obtuse angle to one another. Splaying her toes to dig into the sands at her feet, claws flashed outwards. Left leg would lift and attemptto rake down Ambrosines right shoulder. Her jaws would attempt to clamp down upon the females left foreleg. Her tails remained held behind her, a rudder to help balance and turn her. The bruise she felt upon her left side was painful. but she could ignore it for the time being. Blood was up, her heart sending both the heat of battle singing through her veins and the adrenaline that enabled her to go from relaxed to battle-ready in the blink of an eye. "Jewel" -vs- "Ambrosine" -for- "DOMINANCE" (AKA, MY FISHIES BISH) -Round- 1 "of" 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 15 + 6 + 13 + 18 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 7 + 14 + 9 ""

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what woman didn't need a little spice in her life? ambrosine's days of grief and angst seemed to ebb away as the adrenaline started to kick in, pounding wildly within her ears and pushing the vixen onwards, relentlessly in her pursuit of bloodshed. the two druids clash in a sudden fray of fur and fangs, the other's snarl relaying their feeling of surprise, before jewel's body pivots to reposition their stance. ambrosine takes this brief moment to settle herself and her defenses further -- her eyes remained narrowed, ears peeled back smoothly along the contour of her crown, and her body grounded evenly between splayed, bent limbs.

but only a breath later, the huntress seeks out her revenge, sweet as it was upon one's tongue. ambrosine feels the seething pain across her right shoulder before anything else, blooding trickling from the three moderate lacerations left behind from jewel's. snarling instinctively at the rebuttal, ambrosine's right forelimb would lift through the pain, unsheathed claws twisting, and aiming to tear across jewel's raised left forelimb as it retreated, or hovered, from its attack.

the flashing jaws were more of a concern, however, instincts driving ambrosine forward as her own jaws part in unison, gaze twinged with malice allthewhile. given their size difference, ambrosine opts to tilt her chin downwards, just slightly, before her neck extends and attempts to snap her fangs towards the top of jewel's snout. her intention was to attempt to latch onto the flesh of jewel's muzzle and deter her away from attacking the dieudonne's other forelimb -- but either way, she craved the taste of iron upon her tongue, and knows that she will not leave this brawl dissapointed.

Ambrosine versus Jewel
dominance for 'give me those fish'
round 2/3

hits:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 3 + 14

dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 7 + 4 + 14 + 5

Searing fire raked across the underside of her left leg, Ambrosines claws tapering off on the outer edge of the ankle as she lowered that left front foot to the ground. It was the fire that lanced across her muzzle that had her snarling, eyes narrowing before Jewel attempted to shift her face so that she could try to latch onto the right side of Ambrosine's face, near her cheek where the skin was looser. Shoulders rotated forward as the ebony warrior firmed her footing, settled into her balance and attempted to remain firmly where she stood so that Ambrosine couldn't send her off balance again. Ears remained folded to her skull, cerulean optics narrowed upon her quarry with intesity. If she lost this fight, it wouldn't truly matter, she would just have to go get more fish, but it was a matter of principle at this point. "Jewel" -vs- "Ambrosine" -for- "DOMINANCE" (AKA, MY FISH BISH) -Round- 2 "of" 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 5 + 9 + 14 + 19 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 1 + 17 + 6 ""

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ambrosine did not intend to quarrel over a fish or two for much longer; if anything, the thrill and taste of battle would be enough to satisfy her hunger, as well as her boredom. for the sake of the children, however, the free meal would be nice prize -- but if she had to, ambrosine supposed she could do some fishing of her own later on. but this was just so much more entertaining!

satisfaction bursts across the woman's chest as she feels her claws rake along jewel's left forelimb, spilling blood and splitting flesh, before opting to return her paw to the ground and solidify her stance once more. unsheathed claws continue to grip at the loose sands, another wave of hisses escaping from between clenched teeth and snapping jaws as the two continue their fruitless and unprovoked ordeal.

ambrosine is lucky to find purchase along the top of jewel's snout next, but is faced with the immediate consequence of this choice as new pain is set ablaze across her complexion. the women are left intertwined together, tooth to tooth, as jewel's fangs tear easily through the thin flesh of ambrosine's right cheek, leaving a small trail of blood ebbing down towards the corner of her lips. there is little left for ambrosine to do other than offer the same treatment in return, her lips peeling back and head twisting slightly, before she attempted to aim a similar snap towards jewel's right cheek. the dieudonne's fangs hoped for one last chance at victory, though she would be easily satisfied with any landed blow.

Ambrosine versus Jewel
dominance for 'give me those fish'
round 3/3

hits:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 10 + 18

dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 4 + 13 + 8 + 9

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 15 + 12 + 6

She was no stranger to the pain that battle brought with it. Tearing claws and flashing fangs, the smell of blood tainting the air. If Jewel's battle scarred pelt was any indication, the female had seen more than her share of fights. However, it was here, in the heat of battle that she could truly live. Perhaps, had she and the Dieudonne spent time talking together they might find they shared interests... With a snarl and a twist of her head, Jewel felt Ambrosines fangs sheer through the skin at the side of her jaw, and tasted the metallics of her own blood. She attempted to shift her jaws so that she could attempt to clamp those fangs down upon the females left eye. Jewel was not so crass as to try to blind the woman over fish but the threat would remain. She was not going to tolerate someone stealing food from the mouths of her children without even attempting to speak to her first. However, Jewel knew that she was likely to allow the lighter hued female the chance to have a fish anyway. With this battle, she had gained new injuries - and soaking them in the salty foam of the ocean would go a long way towards fighting off infection.. So it would be little consequence to find more food. Perhaps the scent of blood in the water might even tempt larger prey to her jaws. If only she knew what "sharks" were... "Jewel" -vs- "Ambrosine" -for- "DOMINANCE" (AKA, MY FISH BISH) -Round- 3 "of" 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 7 + 14 + 16 + 4 + 18 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 16 + 3 + 12 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 6 + 18 + 8 + 19 ""

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Over the waves came many disjointed noises, many meaningless, but just a few harsh words and a certain feel in the air had him salivating after a fight. They had all fought the rogues but only a fool would believe this would lead to a truce. In the aftermath of the valley's fall the Dieudonne would fight stronger than any! Stronger than all! To establish paw across the pristine isle. It thrilled him to smell his sister's scent. Hopefully this would rejuvenate her. He didn't know who started it. But he hoped Ambrosine would come out remembering who she was, because Vermier had begun to doubt....

The brown male paused 10 yards off, enough space for him to nimbly jet aside should the brawl lurch in his direction. He knew well how to do his job. He watched the fight, and he watched the surroundings, like a bouncer paid not to intercede. He had done this many times before. What would one see, watching him? A professional sentinel, nigh uninvolved - but if the black lioness fell irrevocably, or if his sister ordered, he would shed his diplomatic suit and wade into the brawl.

With so many new faces, and sounds, and smells, and sights, and things to do, Amra figured fighting would be the least of most people's worries. But alas, the sound of a scrap between two women drew her, as it drew most to battlegrounds to bear witness. Amra herself wasn't a fighter, but she figured maybe that should change. She just hadn't found something worth fighting for to practice.
She drew closer, spying a black lioness locked in a battle with Ambrosine, and trusty Vermier on the sidelines watching. Like old times. Amra grew a grin, making her way over to the male, all previous mistrust in him gone and willing to start fresh if he was. And so, with hope in her heart, Amra ventured near enough to him to attempt a gentle headbutt to his shoulder in greeting before turning to the fight. A pile of discarded fish were nearby, potentially the source of the issue. The sight made Amra's stomach gurgle, realising that she hadn't eaten in.... Quite some time. Perhaps a hunt in the trees off the beach later would be in order.

AMBROSINE VS. JEWEL FOR DOMINANCE (fish)
— RESULTS —

Ambrosine Hits: 2 + 2 + 2 = 6 hits
Ambrosine Dodges: 2 + 2 + 1 = 5 dodges

Jewel Hits: 3 + 3 + 3 = 9 hits
Jewel Dodges: 1 + 1 + 2 = 4 dodges

Ambrosine Successful Hits: 2
Jewel Successful Hits: 4

JEWEL HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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