Hanneth Hodari

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She lived with us for a time in the Jungle. I haven't seen her since things happened there. Hanneth answered the questions around her as folks gathered. Fae earned a raised eyebrow as she looked between her and Roan for a moment and managed a small smile before her focus went back to the fight for a moment. Her long son caught her attention and she was surprised at how big he had gotten. Aeneas! Where have you been? She moved to greet him through the growing crowd. It had been a while since her family had been together or that she had felt this level of support. It felt good. She aimed to wrap her son in a hug and bury her face in his mane but she would only get as fair as the hug before her attention went back to the fight. Kiton had her paw in his mouth and something happened. Hanneth couldn't tell but the lioness dropped to the ground and the scent of blood filled the air. Kiton spoke and Hanneth gave the group a quick look before gathering her herbs and walking slowly toward Kiton who seemed to be on edge still. @Kiton can I look you over? She spoke a little muffled around the herbs. She was going to offer for the lioness as well but Vermier jumped over her. He was in on this as well? Had this been planned? He was family, distant, and she hadn't really been all that aware of him outside of being Ambro's sister but still. Her mismatched eyes look at the male before looking back toward Kiton. You have family here that can handle any others who might step up. He wasn't alone anymore and she hoped that he would find a way to listen to her.

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Line art by Adoptadpoles | Image and table code by Amanda

His attention is drawn back to the fight in front of them, ears twisting back in notable annoyance as Halimede toys with him. He does not respond particularly well to teasing, but he tolerates her antics for the sake of his brother and to save face in Genya's attempt to ascend. It all ends rather quickly, however, with a rush of blood coming from the woman and her body falling quite shortly after.

Disappointing.

Seneca purses his lips, considering the situation at hand as the victor demands they all leave his territory. He is not the first to move, cool eyes shadowing the strange bruise-mottled lion who moves to stand dominantly over Genya. That won't do. @Halimede is quick to goad him, prompting a snort from the darker lion, though he stalks off after her, leaving @Leander to do as he will.

He cannot help the minute smirk that touches the edges of his lips at her bold proclamation, and one can only guess that it is Seneca to whom she refers. He is considerably possessive over @Genya already, and between @Vermier's dominant position and Halimede's goading, it does not take much to tip the Miroslav over the edge.

Unlike the striped girl, he uses his body to do the speaking. When he is shortly behind Halimede's hip, Seneca suddenly lurches forward, quickly gaining speed as his skull drops, ears pinning back into his multi-colored mane and his eyes narrowing upon the target. Seneca attempts to bulldoze Vermier without ever saying a word, attempting to careen violently head-first into the other male's left ribcage, with his goal being to send the male flying away from Genya's prone form.

seneca vs vermier for dominance
(aka i'm taking this bitch with me)
round one of three

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 10 + 7 + 17 + 1 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 19 + 4 + 20

Seneca Miroslav

table by ferus, art by sleepykyju

Amara was watching the yearlings and the fight and taking note of the moves that the leader used as well as what Genya did. She wasn't sure how it was allowed to happen but Genya's paw got caught in Kiton's mouth and with that came a blow that dropped the lioness to the ground. That seemed odd but ok. The fight was over and the male was bellowing his commands. An eye roll was given but as Vermier jumped forward Amara thought he was going to attack as well and her hackles stood ready to stop his sorry ass but to her surprise. He went to stand over Genya. Her eyes snapped to the others from the pride as Vermier spoke to them to make sure they were moving as she heard a lioness talking to the brown male. Ah hell. Amara flung her gaze back to the threesome just as a male launched himself into Vermier. Amara sprung into action and charged forward. This was not the first time that she had fought with him and she doubted it would be the last. Amara aimed for the strange male's hips, as she neared she adjusted her body so she could reach up with both her front paws and attempt to land one claw near his spine and the other attempted to claw into the fleshy area just under his tail.


Amara & Vermier vs Seneca for dominance
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 18 + 15 + 9 + 3 + 10 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 12 + 13 + 7 + 16

Image by Machati and table code by Amanda

The fight between the two draws on — yet there is a wobble in the challenger, she looks clearly off balance after the reigning High Sovereign took a bite of her paw. Cupid thrashes his dark tail, and holds his breath as he watches the dark shadow plummet from her stance to the ground below. Just like that, the battle is over. The Mire remains the masked Sovereign’s.
He makes a show of calling forth that it is Hodari lands, and that someone should grab for the challenger before she ends up buried here. Cupid cannot help but grimace. His fur sparking at the thought of witnessing someone’s last moments yet again.
Move. Save.
It matters little that this woman could be awful. He wanted to help her, and yet, his legs refuse to move — stiff with fear. The loud one that shouted about claiming in the previous challenge they attended arrives and tries to take her, however, and that is when yet another fight breaks out between… a patched male and the loud one’s allies.
He glances towards @Zoticus and the Wolfbron pride. “Should we… do something…?” He whispers, his ears folding back.

table by sentinel / artist

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Anyone who came at him, he would conquer. For the sake of Genya. Yea, even though she was unconscious, he was sure the spirit of his passion would reach through the veil and she would know of his heroism. Just let someone give him a chance to prove it!

A female @Halimede moved toward him in a way meant to ward off attention, and therefore he was immediately fixed on her. A friend of Genya? He could not comprehend of females as romantic rivals. He ground his claws into the mud and his mane fluffed out. This... admittedly superior female demanded that he release claim of his fallen soldier and he reflexively barked out "Non!" for one must respond immediately to all orders and threats, wipe them out and obey there was only action.

Action. A shadow surging behind the demanding lady, a beast who did not speak with female tongue but acted with male passion, and Vermier knew this would be his adversary. The king pivoted his haunches but a step to attempt to bring himself facing a little more directly toward @Seneca. His joints bent, centering his weight and gathering his balance so that when the larger male slammed into the rear of his left shoulder Vermier was not toppled but he was knocked back in a great and frenzied splashing, paws akimbo and restive and nimble for one must, at all costs, avoid stepping on his lady's hallowed flesh. Heavy bruising spread across the taut muscles of his left shoulder and due to being forced back, he could spare no claws for his own defense. Fangs, so quick to brag, now savage and unsheathed to demand retaliation. He attempted to dig them into the hind curve of the unknown male's left jawline. His own eyes were narrowed and his ears were back. His tail was swooped up under him, recalling on its own instinct how he had been ambushed at the last challenge. A knowledge the other male might be forced to learn as Amara joined in from behind.

@Seneca vs Vermier, @Amara
Dominance
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 11 + 4 + 10 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 6 + 7 + 2 + 14

It does not last long. very much so like the challenge for the oasis. The gnashing teeth criminal tongues fall to submission as the iron king has claimed victory over the heathen,.it was a sort of relief in all honesty, to know that dirty blood would not be spreading like a virus across the lands. There seems to come an unintentional huff from lilac nostrils - almost as if to say 'serves you right`. Wolfbron wasn't the most pacifist of prides within the land but Sole cannot help but feel as if he has dodged a bullet from the expedient observations made throughout the weeks of the scilla king. As far as he were concerned, vermier was no king. Rather a morsel standing on the food chain, waiting to be devoured by something bigger, stronger, and more worthy than he. One lion couldnt rule forever after all. Wait, why was he thinking this? This...this was not like him. He was sole, lilac field, friend to all. Yet, within these moments morals are brought forward to be questioned. It is now within the center of the mire, sole feels uneasy. An urge to run away heavy within his heart, and how could he deny his hearts desire?

but alas - there is never enough time in between to gather thoughts and leave before another battle breaks forth. shit! chromatic pupils widen within a certain fear and shock as claws and teeth gnash around the womans body. he can only catch a brief hint of what his counterpart speaks to their king before sole is standing among the crowd. lurching forward quickly. STOP! - yet who would listen over the sound of battle. STOP IT! YOU'RE GOING TO ACTUALLY KILL HER @Genya. she is not of wolfbron and yet they are still one within the circle of life. he cannot bare to even let one of vermiers mongrels fall deathly against the grounds even within their own demise. he only wonders for a brief second what would @Zoticus say - yet the second is not enough to consider right from wrong within the affiliations of his actions. it is with swiftness that the brute jumps into action - his frame lurching throughout the crowd in a weaving throughout the crowd to stop through the mire. seconds seem like an eternity as the lilac field flies in dandelion flurries to crowd wearily over genya's forsaken frame.

the thrumming of battle born blood and nerves crackle within a seam of life throughout his frame. clouding any sense of judgement of death and life away from moments. it comes to him as his frame hutches carefully over the woman. lips pursing carefully as sole attempts to mouth against her scruff. teeth crashing heavily against fur as the lilac mute attempts to drag the scilla noble unto the side lines. MEDIC! gods forgive if someone were to die at his very feet.


× Sole is attempting to save Genya from battle forge×
+10 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (x2)

Chaos erupts all at once. A flurry of hasty commands and gnashing teeth propelling first @Vermier forward and than @Amara, met in battle with a mottled man and his striped counterpart. Kieran jumps to his paws, but keenly observes the battle before he jumps in, content to see the Sovereigns fight a more even battle until he is needed—and then he sees it, @Sole rushing forward in a mad attempt to rescue what rightfully belonged to Scilla. And while Kieran did not harbor any sort of particular feelings for the obsidian-clad woman (for who was she, to devote herself to Scilla only attempt to usurp the throne of another? Unforgivable, unless she were doing so in the name of the Dieudonne conquest). Thus, Kieran launches forward, then too throwing himself into the throes of battle.

He rushes forward with full speed and strength, using the space between them to build up a violent momentum. As Sole is dragging an unconscious @Genya across the battlefield and away from the tangle of lions that fought on top of her, Kieran aims to take advantage of the man's focus and attempt to slam into his right side, just past his right shoulder on his flank, lowering his head and using it as a proverbial battery ram in hopes of knocking the younger male over. Kieran had clearly done this move plenty of times, barreling over the yearlings of Scilla, but Sole would prove to be a much larger and tougher opponent.

Kieran vs Sole
for hands off Scilla property ya filthy animal
i of iii

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 1 + 5 + 13 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 3 + 1

table by ferus, art by dusk

Oh, she touched a nerved. Halimede was half-breathless as @Seneca rushed past her, the wind following his strength and speed sending her plush fur whipping and flying all about her. Like all brutes do these two men engage in a ferocious battle, toppling each other over and entangling in a fury of snapped jaws and clenched teeth. Halimede is awestruck for a moment, as if the reverberations of Seneca's attack on @Vermier had effected her as well; and in those fleeting moments she sees the dark speckled form of @Amara fly into the mix, too, launching a double-teamed attack on the mottled brother of Leander. With Vermier attacking the man's frontside and Amara firmly at his back, Halimede swiftly flung herself into the fight as well. Inside of her head, a voice was screaming: Hali no, Hali no, no no.

Hali yes.

She quickly races toward Amara's left, coming from behind the female yet not too far behind given their already-close proximity. In a similar fashion that Amara had done to Seneca, Halimede attempted to land a swift bite to the woman's backside, right at the fringe of fur that lined the back of her top left leg. Her claws dug into the ground, ears swiveled forward and eyes open and attentive as she admired the battle unfurling before her. Her attack was less brute force as it was a keen attempt to get Amara's attention, with hopefully a hasty yet effective munch.

Halimede & Seneca vs Amara & Vermier
for Dominance
i of iii

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 9 + 7 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 7 + 12 + 15

Zoticus

...They will fear him.

Things took a rather wild turn.

One moment, Zoticus was watching the battle- hoping for the defeat of the Scilla woman, even more so after knowing the ties she had to Aleksandra. Her downfall came swift enough, narrowed eyes watching, and soon chaos erupted. Genya fell and Vermier rose to protect her- and it seemed to trigger a good amount of lions. Another battle erupted.

@Cupid's words rung through his ears and Zoticus looked to him, nodding. "We should leave." He spoke after hearing Kiton's own words- this was none of their business anymore, and letting the light shine on Scilla would do good for Wolfbron.

But, fate had other options.

Before he knew it @Sole was rushing forward to protect Genya from the fray of battle. Eyes widened at this, muscles tensing, and before he knew it a Scilla member was rushing at Sole. A growl tore from his lips, and Zoticus found himself rushing into action. Lurching forward, Zoticus attempted to charge at @Kieran, a paw lifting with unsheathed claws in an attempt to smack his side, hoping to draw attention away from Sole and maybe give the wolfbron male a chance to escape.

Zoticus & @Sole vs @Kieran
for dominance 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 13 + 8 + 5 + 16 + 6 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 7 + 17

Image & code by reveriegraphics

She had a headache and watched everything in silence. Watching the battle was nice, but it ended too quickly. Soon @Kiton had won and was telling everyone to leave. Deciding that was clearly her cue she got up and gathered her Gnetum. The herb she had gathered on the way here. Though she no sooner moved to walk away and a fight started. It just that but than a second fight started. If she had been feeling better she would have jumped into the fight to help, but she was just tired.

Moving to stand before Kiton she placed the herbs down before him and sighed. She wanted to bring it back with her but felt a gift would be possibly helpful after all Wolfbron Bluffs was making trouble again. “I am glad you won Kiton please take this Gnetum and my apologies for their behavior.” She said politely as she dipped her head before looking over her shoulder to see @Zoticus join in the fighting. Rolling her eyes she sighed and took her leave.

-exit-

Art & Table by Autumn!