It is @Sole that acts before Cupid could hear a word from Zoticus. Maybe his own whispered tone had fallen on deaf ears — the noise of the breakout certainly is deafening. The spotted nursemaid swallows thickly, and his legs find themselves moving. He marches at an uncertain pace behind the lilac male — his pace slow compared to the rushed one of his Wolfbron companion. He’s afraid, but he knows that this move is right.
If they don't intervene, someone is going to die.
Sole manages to get to Genya, and that is when fury breaks loose again. Cupid sees the barreling @Kieran charge towards Sole. Zoticus is hot on their trail. Claws unsheath, his dark ears slick back in his blond mane and the paladin steels himself. He harnesses his weapon and begins to quicken his space.
He attempts to circle around them and tries to approach Kieran’s right hindquarter. His right shoulder blade aims to connect with the soft flank between the ribcage and leg muscle on the right hindleg, while he also attempts to sink his teeth into the upper left portion of the same right hindleg about five or six inches from the top of Kieran’s back.
His tail curls towards the left, as he tries to beckon the paint splattered male away from Sole and the injured High Sovereign.

Cupid, Sole & Zoticus vs Kieran
for back off my friend (dominance)
one of three

HIT:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 9 + 8 + 7

DODGE:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 8 + 4 + 19

table by sentinel / artist

Well this was.. this was something. Unbeknownst to her, the woman who fell had also given birth to Gabriel's cubs. Perhaps in knowing such, she would have been more inclined to stick around.. but as it currently stood, she had no desire to watch all this madness transpire. A fight broke out over the body of the fallen and Aarani only watched with annoyance as Zoticus, Sole and Cupid hurled themselves into the thick of things. The medic heaved a massive sign and rose to her paws, turning to go begin gathering all the things she would need to help patch everyone up. Spirits, she would turn grey from stress soon enough.

exit

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she was enjoying @Oleander's company, more than content to slip around the edges of the crowd and judge them from the shadows. but it was the sudden uproar that bolstered her focus, eyes snapping towards the centre of the ring as sweet, sweet chaos descended upon the gathering — and oh, as if she was going to miss out on her chance at the fun!

she ran her shoulder briefly across oleander before spurring into action, fangs barred and a wicked grin smeared along the edges of her fiery visage. she looked first to vermier and amara, but it was kieran’s predicament that enraged her the most. for how dare they so much as touch the fur upon his hide; how dare they think themselves worthy of his wrath. "cowards!" she spat, spewing venom across the swamp as she honed in on @cupid with a burning, vengeful gaze. cassine looked to approach facing his right side, claws unsheathed and her tail extended purposefully behind her, serving as a rudder to the yearling’s movements. hoping to close the distance between them, she would aim to clamp her jaws around the outside of cupid’s right shoulder, desperate for the taste of crimson upon her tongue, and eager to make them regret whatever sort of heroism they were trying to achieve. simultaneously to this, cassine’s front left forelimb sought to rise from the earth, snaking out towards his flank and looking to tear across his flesh, in whatever manner she could muster. the calamity was intoxicating, her mind swarming with predatory drive — but there would time later to revel and indulge. for now, it was time to protect her own and prove fealty to her kin.

cassine & @Kieran vs. @Sole, @cupid, & @Zoticus
dominance
Round 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 9 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 11 + 19 + 5

He turns his attention from Morrigan at his side and watches the fight with close scrutiny; if anything was certain it was that Kiton was willing and able to fight for his pride and that registered with Bronn more then anything. Ultimately he came out the victor and to that Bronn was silently relieved, he didn't want to leave his home in the swamp after all. "Ecrosia Mire is Hodari land. You may have a head-start in vacating yourselves from the premises or be forced out momentarily." Without a word Bronn would rise silently to his full height, his ruby gaze then shifting to the numerous individuals gathered. One thing that Bronn had always been good at was throwing others around and he wouldn't hesitate in doing so if they didn't move along swiftly.

Apparently however there seemed to be some sort of disagreement on who would take the unconscious body of the opponent. Almost immediately fights break out amongst the spectators and Bronn can feel his agitation rising. Didn't these individuals have something better to do? The fact that they were ignoring commands to leave his home only pushed him closer to the edge of madness. He moves wordlessly from Morrigan's side and instead his ruby gaze becomes entirely focused on the fight nearest to him. The large albino rushes forward, following in tandem to the young yearling (@Cassine) who is closest to him. Bronn reaches out instinctively with claws unsheathed as he attempts to rake them down the haunches of the male she is targeting (@Cupid). An enraged snarl bellows deep from his chest as he then snaps, teeth attempting to clasp the flesh along his ribcage in hopes to grab and tear. If only these strangers could listen to simple instructions, then they wouldn't be in this mess to begin with.

Bronn, @Cassine & @Kieran vs. @Sole, @cupid & @Zoticus
For dominance
Round 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 16 + 18 + 5 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 7 + 8

code by javs

Pandora remained hidden, away from other's eyes as she wanted to remain in the low,wanting to use the bush to hide her body, the last thing she wanted was to get unwanted attention from anyone. The less she outstood the best, the best she would remain safe, away from dangerous individuals. She was just a self-preserving lioness, and any wound for a rogue like her could be fatal. She also tried to stay scentless, with the soil under, so instead of her she smelled of dirt, and with her prints hopefully well hidden and erased. She watched how many, too many fights broke beside the main challenge. Too much violence for her likes, she didn't enjoy watching others fighting. Violence wasn't a go for her, she always did her best to stay away from them. She decided it was time to go, not wishing to get into a fight herself, and quickly she left. Exit Pandora +10 Cover your tracks +10 Use the terrain to your advantage +10 Practice hiding your scent

art by CloudyNight

+10 observe a fight(Genya vs Kiton) 2/2
+10 observe a fight(Halimede & Seneca vs Amara & Vermier) 1/2
+10 Observe a fight(Bronn, Cassine & Kieran vs. Sole, Cupid & Zoticus) 1/2


This was quite entertaining for Alma, to watch the two male and female fight for the Mire's throne. She took note of each move they used, for each tactic they implemented. She wondered who would win, and a side of her wished the female could win, just for the thing of a female defeating a male. But at the end, the male was the victor. But before she could do anything else, two more fights started. And of course, being alien to them, she didn't know the reasons behind both conflicts but all that mattered was that the entertainment increased, and there from her position she accommodated to watch both fights develop. A melee. She could join one, but she had not business on them so she lost interest on joining.

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+5 (10) Observe a fight (2/2)

He had warned the Scilla king last time that he'd be watching him, and Seraphiel did just that as the battle continued, though fortunately it seemed this time he was more interested in actually watching the fight instead of causing issues.

At least, that was the case until the fight actually ended.

Seraphiel wouldn't have cared, would have just turned and left, except that he heard what the pale woman said, and Vermier's refusal to allow the woman to leave his pride. He would have challenged for her freedom then and there had the fight not erupted before he could say anything.

Still he hesitated, knowing it wasn't his place. As more jumped into the fray, though, he refused to allow the lagoon lions the chance to win and trap her there even further.

He was across the battlefield silently, coming upon the writhing mass of lions from behind Vermier, who this time had thought to protect his hind end. That wouldn't save him from Seraphiel, though.

It was nice to be the one away from the claws and fangs this time, he thought as he came in from Vermier's right hind side, reaching out with his left paw and attempting to hook the other male's right hind leg so that he could attempt to yank it back towards him. Time to see how he liked being the one in the dirt.

Seraphiel, @Halimede, @Seneca vs @Amara, @Vermier
for Dominance
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 17 + 4 + 11 + 6 + 9 + 20 + 18 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 12 + 8 + 16

There is the satisfaction of the collision, his momentum (and the other male's awareness) keeping them both squarely away from trampling Genya's prone body. Was beginning a battle right on top of her wise? Probably not. But wisdom has never been Seneca's strongest trait, and he often finds himself acting in fury instead. With his skull already lowered from the initial impact, Seneca seeks to continue that momentum, wrenching downwards and thus causing @Vermier's teeth to scrape across the ridge of bone at the back of his left cheek, ripping open the skin in an upward fashion until it reaches the base of his ear. The wound stings and smarts, but adrenaline keeps him from feeling it too much (or giving half a damn). His teeth seek to make purchase on Vermier's skin as well, gaping jaws attempting to brutally grab hold of his left wrist, with his top canines aiming for the inside of the limb and bottom for the outside (so that his throat would be turned defensively away from a further onslaught of teeth).

Peripheral vision does not allow him the opportunity to notice movement behind him, and so @Amara squarely lands her target, surprising him with a snarl and claws that dig into his spine and the flesh just below his anus ripping him a new butthole. His hips move to swing violently to the right, attempting to wrench himself from her grasp as the flurry of further motion beckons the way for @Halimede's approach. At least she has his back. He is vaguely aware of a complete stranger also leaping into the fray, a rush of limbs and teeth making their way for Vermier's hind end, and while he doesn't know the cause of his intervention, he is inwardly grateful for the unspoken alliance in this particular moment.

seneca, halimede, & seraphiel vs vermier & amara
for dominance
move two of three

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 7 + 12 + 1 + 17 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 19 + 11 + 16

Seneca Miroslav

table by ferus, art by sleepykyju

the weight of another is certainly not something that comes within a bearing field to his taste. sole had never been this indulgent whenever it came to the margins of life. let alone holding another's within his very paws. the world is mute. a blur of heavy gnashing and winding roads of chaos as the lilac field straggles amongst the ground. each lugging tug that scrunches the scilla womans neck perhaps more vagrant than the last. it comes within waves unexpected like a crashing tsunami as his unsuspecting frame rattles with impact. prompting sole to drop genya within a heavy yowl of shock and perhaps, even fear. what the fuck? what the absolute fuck was going on? couldn't they tell that he was trying to help her? apparently not.

the unexpected force drives the brute to the ground. knees buckling in a way that sends his frame staggering to the dirt with a heavy snarl. it is with a winding thud that the brute collides with the ground - eyes quenching in unexpected pain as fury overrides his sense of moral. run. but - it is too late. one files to two, and two to three - and soon enough it is nothing more than a free for all battle brawl. it is a scramble for power, a twisting churn of unevenness as sole careens his body sideways. eyes sharpened and daring to stun against Kieran's pursuit. there is a certain adrenaline of fear that drapes throughout his mane. combing throughout the silky fur to mottle unto his mind as he catches a brief glance of the albino and child lurching towards his friend.

he hopes. saving unto the last moment of prayer that can form within his thoughts as the brute scrambles to his paws. clumsy feet seem to stumble - wavering in a wayward motion as sole seems to side step in a rather awkward dance. it is within a panic that the brute would lift his right forearm raven claws unsheathing with force and fear, as sole attempts to swat viscously at the piebald (kieran) brute's face. his success is determined within fate, if it were to be in his reach - he would scramble to the sides. hoping to reach forth to his friend cupid's side. with god's will to be within his soul - if he is successful within his scrambling escape sole would turn his attention to the yearling (cassine) to hopefully round upon her. he would feel guilt at first - but family comes before pride. if managing to get close enough sole would attempt to lurch forward with extended claws. the thickened bones hoping to grasp heavily onto young flesh and rip stripes unto her back. for cupid. only for cupid.

sole & zoticus & cupid vs. @Kieran & @Cassin & @Bronn
for Domiance
Round i of iii

hits:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 6 + 13 + 2

dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 15 + 9

At this point Nadia had made herself comfortable amongst the underbrush and muck, her dark gaze watching the challenge with interest. Occasionally as more individuals begin to filter in her gaze would shift, taking note of ones she recognizes. Immediately her eyes dance to Magnus and Zulema before finding both her brother and Morrigan side by side; now that was new. She made a mental note to herself to inquire with Morrigan later about just how close she and her brother were becoming. Sure it was none of her business but she sure did like a good bit of juicy drama if she could find out about it. The fight is passionate and Nadia is thoroughly impressed with the Mire king, at least he had the balls behind him to protect his home. In the end when he is crowned victorious his opponent falls limp from unconsciousness; Nadia shifts her weight as she prepares to leave however she pauses, watching a moment longer. As she pauses it is clear that things are not quite done here. Another fight breaks out except this time it is among the crowd, it seems to be the lagoon crew though not long after Zoticus is in the fray and sure enough her own brother. Her instinct would be to aid him but Nadia knew that Bronn could surely handle his own and besides, she didn't want to alert others of her presence here. With a huff she quietly moves backwards before turning to head back the way she had come. Her pace was measured and quiet, slinking through the muck to make her way back to the Hollows to mull over what she had discovered.

exit.

+10 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (2/2)
+20 - Sneak into a pride without getting caught (2/2)
+20 - Spy on another pride (2/2)

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