She is only vaguely aware of everything happening around her. Bodies flurry, and the only thing steady that she knows is the sturdy feeling of @Tobias beside her -- perhaps the only thing grounding her into reality. She only picks out some words here and there, some voices. @Amara's words cut through, met with a slurred insistence of "'m fine." Anyone with eyes could see that Bee was far from fine, but the dull recesses of her mind can't help but think that the queen has better things to do than worry about her.

Her head slings dizzily to the side at the incredibly familiar voice of @Ania, whose shape seems blurry and distant and unable to be focused on. "Mama?" she queries in her confusion, not understanding how she is here in this very moment, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere. Had she been here all along? If she had been more aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed @Faevyre, but her grips on consciousness are tenuous at best.

The sharp cry from @Cassine is met with a snap of Bee's muzzle to the side, the sudden movement causing her head to sway unsteadily as she manages to catch sight of the rust heiress just before she collapses. The dark yearling attempts to lurch towards her, but makes no headway other than to nearly face-plant herself into the sand, her chin bumping into the dirt and eliciting a frustrated growl from the girl.

She falls still entirely at the thunder of her father's voice; @Wolfgang's boom is unmistakable and cuts through the din, and despite the fact that his actions are in defense of her, Bee cannot help but feel like a little girl again, laying pathetic and bleeding in the sand. He's gonna be so mad.

image by munk, code by koi

Xerxes was not one who often concerned himself with the other Dieudonne. Nowadays, he knew, they inhabited the Lagoon and did.. whatever it was that they did. He hadn't agreed to join Scilla simply for the sake of his little sister, but now, his other was in danger as well. The ghost rushed onto the scene with fangs bared, skittering to a halt in front of @Cassine and, in turn, @Mithros. He lowered his head as his lips peeled from his teeth, a snarl settling among the chaos. Xerxes had arrived late and has no fucking clue what was happening, but he knew what Ambrosine would want of him -- and it was to protect her blood. He hovered by his younger siblings protectively, gladly barricading them from any other attacks.

the path to the lagoon is not an easy one, nor is it familiar. the sand itches beneath her paws, and soon enough she misses the soft green. she arrives to a scene of quiet chaos with the main pair in the middle of it all. hmm. the crowd is unremarkable aside from the titan form of her sovereign, and it's to @Sangria's side that wylodine goes. settling softly at her side, the crow woman says nothing — opting instead to hold her peace on all of... this. it was a strange sort of commotion, but she could enjoy the show nonetheless. it's only by chance that she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, her muzzle turning before she can truly consider it. and — oh. the strawberry form of @Hattie, intent on slinking through the crowd, is noted with some interest. a soft noise rumbles from the mauve woman's throat, marred gaze trained solely on the little lioness. what was she doing?

code by irish

+5 Observe a fight - 2/2 (beezelbub vs ranga)
+5 Observe a fight - 2/2 (ulla vs vermier)
+5 Explore the borders of a pride - 2/2

attention shifts as the other fights fall away, and leave a sigrun the victor in each. hmmm. that bode well for ulla, he supposed; if she could not be a jarl, perhaps she could be a queen. the two were not synonyms, but he assumed the sigruns did not know the difference. with the fights drawing a close and his attention lingering solely on the lagoon around them, he has half a mind to get up and move — to drift closer to saga, despite the others she sits near. yet before he can manage, brigid finds him. she sits down next to him and brushes a shoulder against his — her expression irritated, but innocent. an accident, he thinks but he isn't sure what he hopes. it's that moment that he meets @Saga's gaze, just in time to see her look away from him. pointedly. a heavy frown mars his features — annoyed with the snub that stung as it was intended, and annoyed that he was annoyed about it. he remains quiet a long moment after @Brigid speaks, her question falling limp in the sand between them. she is your jarl, he drawls, unamused even as he points a finger. he cared little for her clan, and even less for this woman. a shame, then, that she was the one vying for this beach.

CODE BY LARS

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

His fangs gorged; in his lust for blood to be spilled, into the upturned chalice of his face and the sacred ground, he seemed to cut in frenzy, missing the vitals and failing his grip as his opponent retreated. Her wheezing breath suggested that he had clipped something important. He didn't remember his trivial slash to her nostrils earlier; his recent impact to her neck was more encompassing, all-fulfilling, and he interpreted this noise as a death-rattle.

With glee, expressed by a wedge-like turn of his ears to be sideways instead of straight back, he attempted to reclose the distance by charging forward. His head ducked slightly as she bit for his nose, cutting short but poignant lacerations across the surface of his muzzle an inch above his nose while he tried to snap through her bottom jaw - attempting to sneak upper fangs down through her tongue, while his lower fangs attempted to carve up through the softness below her chin. His eyes were narrowed as his previous forehead wounds spilled their blood over them. Her left paw slapped across his right brow, cutting more furrows that were short but deep and making his vision briefly ring black. He took this opportunity to try to reach blindly with his right paw, claws hooked full of sand, to try to dig into her tattered neck wound again trying to rip out the life tubes. He was tired but the world seemed to beat red.

@Úlla vs Vermier
Scilla Lagoon
5/5

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 4 + 3 + 20 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 4 + 1 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 3 + 7 + 13 + 4

There was something crude about the way the man was looking at her. Or perhaps it was simply her imagination, in which she was losing both blood and sanity. Her mouth ached, her wounds festered, and her nose was rendered obsolete, yet whistled with pain every time she tried drawing breath. Ulla, in her moment of hesitation, didn't see Vermier attacking her lower jaw and chin. A sharp pain slashed through, causing a growl to rip out of her. Thankfully, he didn't take her tongue and lower jaw apart - simply dug in deep enough for her to make more time for healing. With the same left paw, she attempted to use its claws to lacerate through Vermier's right face, hoping it may gouge his eye out. But who knew if it'll hit? She wasn't looking clearly; more like she was looking through pain. A pained hiss curled out as Ulla felt his paw dig into her throat wound, but it sounded more like an unsettling croak. Right at the same time, her right paw came up in an attempt to find perch on shoulder flesh, hoping to drag her claws down to rip through significant chunks.

Úlla vs @Vermier
For Scilla Lagoon
Move 5 of 5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 5 + 19 + 17 + 15 + 9 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 19 + 3 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 6 + 16 + 8 + 18

code by corvus | image by rabbit

OOC: Soooo much. No idea if I got everyone or not but yeah.... here you go

Amara's eyes never settled, always watching, not letting anyone move without her noticing, or at least trying not to. She was @Hattie trying to leave and didn't care. She didn't want any that wouldn't be loyal when things got hard. If she wasn't busy with other things, she would have driven her out. Coward. She looks toward the fight, @Vermier was still very much locked in and it was hard for her to tell who would win when she wasn't able to really focus on it. To see every move and how the lioness reacted to his attacks. @Genya arrived but didn't come to her to help guard their member. Golden gaze locked onto the lioness and she mentally strips her of her rank. If she wouldn't stand for them here and now, she wasn't worth the rank given to her.

"They are worms, and we will eradicate them for their insolence." She snapped her gaze toward the lion as he spoke. What had the Lagoon done to them? Nothing that she was aware of and yet, they were the worms. His member came here and tries to steal what was theirs. Her member defends and his grown ass adult attacks a yearling that was doing nothing at that moment. Who was truly at fault here? To her, it was him and his. She wasn't able to focus or respond as she hears Bee's voice but that was interpreted by the quick arrival of two lionesses who were attempting to pass her. Rage started to spread through every fiber in her and she growled sharply at them as they neared. @Faevyre tries to step around her and Amara shifts to block the lioness. Reasoning and logic wer quickly leaving the warrior and she was starting to react more on deep seeded training. @Ania tried to blast past as well and Amara turns to snap toward her when she hears @Tobias's words. The words that the lionesses had said had just been noise, she was only listening for known voices in that moment and they had not been. She looked toward him, her stress and anger with everything clear in every part of her but she gives him the slightest nod. She throws her attention back to the lionesses, Just you two. and next time have some fucking manners would you. Anyone with half a brain should have gotten that Amara was NOT to be messed with and yet they came barreling in like they owned the damn place. Not. Yet.

@Copree's voice was a blast from the past and for some reason managed to ground Amara long enough to look toward the familiar lioness. Trusted enough by Ambro for Amara to trust her with @Cassine. Golden gaze looked toward the heiress just in time to see her stumble and fall to the ground. Amara's heart sank. Bee made sounds and Amara looked at her first. Stay still Bee. She didn't need both of them hurt more. Help her. She screamed at Copree as she starts to move towards her to help but another fucking idiot shows up. She knows him to be the yearling's father but doesn't give a damn. She is seething. Those two are tending to her. She is stronger than you know and is one of my members. Bee had overcome a lot since she came here and every bit of it had made her stronger and loyalty unquestioned. Amara no longer saw her as a yearling who had She wanted to get to Cassine's side but needed to handle @Wolfgang first. She needed to make sure that only those who were going to help were allowed near her members and as far as she could tell, he wasn't going to be of help. He had no herbs and with two others already there, it was likely to get crowded. She faced him, unaware that @Xerxes and @Mithros were guarding Cassine. She didn't want to fight Wolfgang or anyone else unless it was Ulla at the moment but she also wasn't going to be pushed around on what was still very much HER land.

Image by Machati and table code by Amanda

Z O T I C U S ♕ X A N T H O S

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He arrived late.

Beyond late, truly. The challenge was unexpected- but the King was beyond pleased to see it against the Lagoon. Zoticus sought out his pride, easily coming to stand with them, gazing to them all with a protective gleam before looking back to the chaos around. The Hollows were fighting with the lagoon- battles popping up along the side of things and Zoticus watched keenly at them, shaking his head, partly glad Wolfbron wasn’t involved- but knowing he’d step in it anymore of the Hollows were harmed. Focusing on, he watched keenly at Vermier and Ulla, hoping Ulla won this.

(Super vague cause I wanted to get him in before this ended, will flesh out in his exit post!)

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magnus offers her a stare that brings her mouth shut with a quiet snap. she's forgotten how very delicate this greenlanders are. suffering the chiding in silence, she dutifully nods her head, ears tapping to her skull in knowing apology. she's not said anything that wasn't true: were these their own children, choosing foolish prides and kings to follow, she wonders how very accommodating magnus and herself would be. narcissa bids her to explain their dislike of the beach rats, but before she can comment, magnus offers a simple explanation: perhaps they did not have a choice. saga's head tilts in the king's direction, gaze remaining on narcissa as she does. children descend upon the couple in varying forms of desperation and love and the icy woman feels her heart warming to see it. before she can further comment, ragna limps from the group to drop at her side. all attention is given to her daughter, then, and as magnus and nadia offer quiet words of approval, saga leans down to gently lick her child's forehead. "þú gerir mig stoltan, litla eldinn" she murmurs, pressing her nose to the chimeric girl's skull with a fierce welling of love before the hubbub around her daughter's opponent catches her attention. she's collapsed, and though the other youth had apparently started the fight, she's loathe to see a youngster so wounded... especially given the pride situation. anxiously, her gaze finds narcissa and any animosity has melted, leaving only a knowing look that shares a mother's concern. @Magnus bids her to find elijah and his son and her gaze turns, quickly then, to land on the pale lions in the crowd. for a moment she is torn between remaining and protecting her prone daughter, fear that the bezra will retaliate, but a glance at her sovereign promises he will keep her safe. of course.

quickly, she strides through the group and pauses before the two obsidian lions. "@Elijah, @Rasmus." she quips, voice level but curt. "my daughter needs healing - og faðir þinn krefst þín" she adds to rasmus, eyes narrowing minutely as she jerks her head back towards the small group. she waits only a moment to ensure they're following before moving swiftly back to her brother and daughter.

she's there just in time to catch narcissa's words and her chest tightens. the woman does not often find herself swayed by emotion, but she knows the fight of a mother who is powerless in the moment. she knows the pain of a mother who has faced loss. saga eases to a halt placing a paw gently against @Ragna's head to feel for heat, worried if an infection can set in quickly enough for her to notice it. "i don't know, exactly." she offers narcissa, her gaze firmly on ragna as she fidgets here and there, busying herself so she doesn't have to look at the other hollow lioness - she's insulted her and her own, been gruff, and there's shame burning under her coat for it. "but i'll help you." finally, she drags her gaze up in an attempt to meet narcissa's. "if you'll let me."

ART BY BUNNY, CODE BY LARS

ULLA VS. VERMIER FOR SCILLA LAGOON
— RESULTS —

Vermier Hits: 1 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 10
Vermier Dodges: 3 + 3 + 3 + 1 + 2 = 12

Úlla Hits: 3 + 3 + 4 + 2 + 4 = 16
Úlla Dodges: 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 6

Vermier Successful Hits: 4
Úlla Successful Hits: 4

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TIE-BREAKER

performed on discord by @Bunny

Vermier Hits: 1
Vermier Dodges: 3

Úlla Hits: 3
Úlla Dodges: 2

Vermier Successful Hits: -1
Úlla Successful Hits: 0

ULLA HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR SCILLA LAGOON!

Please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first. As per the site rules, if 3 days go by without a post from the challenger(s), they can be skipped. Whichever comes first! Any posts made before this will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Bunny

Vermier is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Úlla Wounded Roll: !1d5 = 5

Úlla is WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of September 14th, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.