Instinctively Sloane moves forward a few paces, her stance protective as she stands alongside @Nymeria. Her gaze flickers to the young @Ygritte and quickly acknowledges the form of @Aurum in her peripheral vision, though not before @Sol arrives at her side, his voice soft as he asks what is happening. "Mayhem.. they are fighting to the death, both pairs." She informs him curtly, her lilac gaze taking everything in in one swift motion. There was little else that could be said, but Sloane was quick to take in the heated words from @Circe, a sharp glare sent in the direction of the other red lady. Bold of her to make such accusations, she had half a mind to put her in her place right there but for now she would hold steady alongside @Nymeria. "You say the word.." Her voice was aimed to cut through the crowd and growing noise; whatever Nymeria needed she was at her beck and call, even if that meant taking a few hits for her. +10 - Observe a fight (2/2)

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Sangria's voice hummed loudly in his brain, wrenching him right back into the tense and turbulent moment. Why he'd come here in the first place. Because this, his actions, this fight. They were all the control he had. They were all he could do. He was slammed back into the reality of the moment by way of a fiery claws lashing down his right forelimb and letting free flow blood from three long vicious streams. His head whirled around away from Furia, away from the growing noise as more showed. And Aquila saw, saw that by either their will or their weakness this was what Maua's land would become. His jaws opened as his head turned back to Sangria, his teeth aiming for the right side of her head around about the temple region. The sounds of another scuff entered the fringes of his consciousness, every fiber of him tuned to the drums of battle. They did not beat just for him...

Aquila vs Sangria
For: Death
01 / 07
Hits

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 8 + 1 + 9 + 19 + 11 + 18

Dodges

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 5

Morrigan and Avaneira appeared, and Lochlan sighed softly in relief. He didn’t prefer a pregnant woman to be present in the face of all this madness, but at least they would see and give him command should it be necessary to fight. Golden eyes would turn to the dark pair that had appeared, a grateful nod cast their way.

“I had fully intended to stay at home tonight. This kid had other plans.” a slight frown was cast toward Parvati before he’d slip away briefly to snuffle around the underbrush. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to use herbs from another pride’s land, but they had better things to tend to than his petty thievery at the moment. The merle beast would soon return with a few clumps of huckleberry and jasmine in his jaws. It was the nearest thing he could find in order to try and help Ava remain calm.

Coming up to to her free side, the beast would set the plant at her feet. “Eat those, they’ll help calm some of your anxiety. Stress will do your children little good.” it was easier to instruct than to actually do as he said, but he kept his voice calm and even.

They didn’t know each other that well, but Loch would sit closely and protectively at her side all the same. She had provided him and his family a place to stay, and that was plenty to earn his loyalty. He would beat down any who attempted to come after her, that was certain. But for now, he’d simply keep a keen eye out for more trouble, and on the child he’d left at the dark woman’s side.

“Feel free to lean on me, if you wish. These sorts of battles are difficult to watch, and tiring at best for a worried mate. I won’t let them see you cry, if you don’t wish it.” the words were soft and for the pale sovereign’s ears only. Oh, he’d noticed the way her concern was concentrated on the pink man and how they seemed to be speaking on his battle. Valhalla. The name would be stored away for later use, should he survive the match.

@Avaneira

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The star covered lioness was familiar with the edges of the night and so when battle cries started to fill the air, she was already awake and aware. She felt like she had just left the rainforest not that long ago when Roan fell to that massive ass lioness. Amara arrived to what was likely the biggest shit show she had seen to date and that was saying something, cause she had seen a lot of them. Battles were already started and it seemed as though the lines were drawn. She knew those fighting mostly by face only and felt no real desire to care for the outcome, though not having Sangria out there hating on her family would be a nice touch in her life. She spotted a number of familiar faces but it was @Dero's words that caught her attention the most. It was clear the former king was struggling and she could see his family working to get him under some sort of control. She felt a mild sense of loyalty to the black lion and his direct family members. Without Hanneth's direction, none of them would have gotten here and she knew that @Dero had nearly given his life to get out those he could. She moved over toward them and came up next to @Roan, speaking to the male and @Furia. If he needs a fight, I'll fight him and not harm him. If the lion just needed a fight, she was offering a safe option for him. A place to drop that anxiety into and not come out and worse than he looked already. She wouldn't do anything until his family said so.

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The call from @Circe would not go ignored as the tiny medic makes her way from the bluffs to the rainforest. Her steps are quick as she runs across the terrain, but unfortunately due to her much smaller stature (and shorter legs) it takes her longer to get there. When she arrives she is quick to see the absolute chaos that is happening, not really sure what was the cause or better yet who. As quick as she can manage she makes her way over to @Zoticus and @Circe, her stance protective. Although she doesn't have any intentions of fighting she will do whatever is necessary to help aide those that need it. Her rawhide satchel hangs tightly against her right shoulder, meanwhile her mismatched gaze continues to scan the individuals gathered before drifting from one fight to the other. This was going to get messy but her main job would be to protect those of her pride, the ones she considered family. +10 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds x2 (1/2) +10 - Observe a challenge and learn the results x2 (1/2)

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The woman snarled, her jaws parting as she let the rage find its way from her maw in the form of visceral sound. Her claws shredded through flesh, jaws and gangs flashed in thr moonlight. The moon would run red with the offering of blood that they set forth beneath the celestial body. Aquila jaws closed near her temple, leaving lacerations that pooled blood into her eye, and she tried to jerk her head downward with ears pinned to her skull. She would attempt to shift her weight to her back limbs, to lift her front limb and try to dig deep into the muscle of the lions shoulder. There was a question that burned within her gut.. something that bubbled up in the form of a sarcastic, snarky comment. "I'm willing to die to defend the rainforest. Are _you_ willing to die because I hurt your feeweengs?" How far was he willing to go for his ideals? How strong was his CONVICTION. She had nothing to lose, Sangria knew this. She was prepared to die for her own ideals.. she had made this bed and would gladly lie in it. But, would he? Would the Natives of this land be okay with doing the very thing they blamed the "outsiders" on? She may have attacked first..but HE came into her home knowing full well she would. Unless he wished to try to call her bluff. Unless he thought she would simply roll over and go belly up just because he was some sort of upper echelon of being that had more RIGHTS than any of them to be here. To be breathing the air they held so sacred. "Sangria" -vs- "Aquila" -for- "DEATH" -Round- "2"-of- "7" Hits: Rolling 7d20: 9 + 16 + 11 + 8 + 1 + 2 + 6 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 18 + 10 + 13

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It was bittersweet as her paw landed a blow to his face. Blood was drawn from him, but in return, his jaws chomped down painfully against her paw. Her lips pulled back in a violent snarl, a hiss forming from his chest as she glowered to him. His own paw lifted them, striking out at her with extended claws and she felt the lacerations form among her ribs, painful and bloody. Ismae would attempt to shove herself closer, not having the option to keep distance now that he had her paw in his mouth, and attempted to splay her jaws and try to bite at his shoulder with a strong force. Her back legs served to try and keep her as balanced as possible, along with her free front one, and hoped maybe the pain in a different area would distract him enough to try and dislodge her limb from his mouth.

She wasn’t blind to the pain she was feeling- but her mind did enough to block it from her focus for the time being. She had to keep her attention on the main target- the colossal threat before her.

Ismae vs @Valhalla
for death
3 / 7

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 6 + 20 + 14 + 1 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 16 + 3 + 9 + 11 + 4

text. "She speaks." 'She thinks.'

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His jaws would find itself wrapped around her right paw and it would cause for a satisfied and loud rumbling sound to resonate from within his chest. With this would he then attempt to bite down even harder, seeing just how much damage he was willing to be able to do to the paw. If she wanted to mark him for death then he wanted her to feel every inch of pain if he were to lose and perish. As he did this would he feel his claws ripping into the heated flesh along the woman's left side, right front paw slamming back onto the ground once it had done its damage. Weight would shift once more and he would aim to make his next attack but was thwarted as he felt teeth sink into the muscle that created his right shoulder.

Searing white hot flame would jolt throughout his body as if he were struck by lightning and the pain was becoming just enough to cause for him to call out in frustration. But it weren't to that point yet, his pain instead causing for his jaws to tighten and lock upon the paw he were holding on. Left front limb would then raise itself, left paw with claws unsheathed attempting to throw itself at the woman's right cheek, to hook into her flesh and attempt to cause for her to release her hold just like she attempted with him.

Valhalla vs. Ismae
for DEATH
03/07
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 3 + 8 + 10 + 18 + 1 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 19 + 5

@Ismae

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"KILL! KILL! KILL!" her voice pounded in rhythm as her paws thumped the earth, trying to start a chant. She watched the fight between the oasis lion, who looked and smelled of elsewhere, his body unfamiliar, all the zeal of an invader. Invaders were bad! (Walpurgis was also an invader; she would also readily admit that she was evil.) The other female looked more like her, crimson and dark and rugged. She watched as their blows exchanged, fell, dodged, and she grinned at the shit talking the female made. Shit talking was the best! It was the only kind of talking she was quasi semi sorta good at. It helped that shit talking was supposed to not make much sense, aimed chiefly to motivate the target into attacking you if only for the sake of shutting your stupid mouth.

She also eyed another brawl break out. Her ears swung forward, their small black tips pointing her attention. Unlike many she didn't shy away, but leaned toward it, hoping to ingest secondhand violence. The females of the Rainforest swarmed like warrior ants from a disturbed nest. She wished she was among them. It was so rare to see other female warriors. She grinned, drooling, and her vacant stare tempted another toward her. A young male @Ryker who greeted her with familiarity, as though he had the right to guide her and give her orders; Walpurgis therefore assumed he did. Especially since what he said was what she wanted to do anyway! Have fun with violence!

"YEAH! Tha's right! I'mma WARRIOR too! We all gonna rise up WARRIORS!" She straightened her limbs just enough to shake herself out, loosening her limbs for combat. She looked around for the most tempting target and she saw a male @Dero whose posture and words spoke of one in close combat, confined and terrified, but there was nothing there! He must want to fight so badly just like she did. Sometimes she got so excited she tried to bite and pounce at air. She understood. He had scars to prove his warrior credentials just like she did. Maybe he even had more. That was a challenge. Nobody had more scars than Walpurgis... nobody was a better warrior. He must really want to fight, and he would be an impressive target to take down. Nobody would doubt she was a great warrior then.

" 'EY STUPID COME AND GET ME!" she taunted, ruining the taunt a little by not saying it in a singsong voice at a safe distance but instead hollering it as she charged. Look wartime communicate was a subtle art. She just charged aimed to approach diagonally from the rear/right, trying to jump and cannonball using the front of her chest aimed to crash upon his right shoulder. Now she was the violent sea predator! She would make an excellent orca. She tried to throw her left paw over the center of his back, her claws out to try to dig into the pelt on his opposite ribs (his left), while with her ears back and eyes narrowed she tried to clamp her jaws into the crest of his scruff.

Walpurgis vs @Dero
Raid
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 7 + 17 + 14 + 11 + 2 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 14 + 16 + 11

+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)
+10 Use a creative move in battle

+5 Observe a challenge and learn the results (1/2) (Aquila vs Sangria)
+5 Observe a fight (1/2) (Valhalla vs Ismae)

There seemed to be a great deal of crisis that had taken hold lately of Amaryllis, chaos becoming a constant ripple that was far too long starved and deprived of its anarchic fare. So there is a little surprise when it comes to her again, that all too familiar smell of iron, the wild screams of battle and terror that drew her far closer into the rainforest than she intended it to. The denseness of the foliage around her as the selkie trekked through it was stifling, and she found her lips curling in utter disgust of such a thing. This was why she preferred the openness of the shore where the only thing one ever had to worry about was having the sea at their back. Now, here in this wild undergrowth, she found herself having to be careful of where she stepped to avoid the sharpness of stones and hinderance of fallen trees hidden underneath her feet and bobbing and weaving to avoid the amass of branches that seemed to be endless as they sought her skull as a target. ”Helvítis!” Light curse in her mother tongue slipped free as she stumbled slightly, a branch catching her toe and souring her mood of having to navigate through here even more. If Vellen could ever reach such a place, she hoped he would drown every last bit of beneath his waves. Though there was some thought of comfort as she caught the scent of her kin having gone before her and it stirred her to quicken her pace, pressing onward with far more determination than before.

From the moment she finally arrived, discord was the first thing she became aware of, her eyes narrowing as they cut through the crowds of gathered people, ears flattening at the wails and cries that rose from them in grief and anger. It seemed akin to that of a pride challenge but held a far more sinister ambience that was different from the other she had attended. Fighting had broken out, two pairs having broken away from the rest that were the main showing it seemed, though she wasn’t certain as to why they had taken to battle or who they even were. Catching sight of her family sitting on the sidelines, she would eagerly make her way towards, chuffing low in gentle greeting. “Systur, frænka…” Her voice was warm as she spoke directly to @Saga, @Úlla, @Ragna, noting with pride that both Úlla and Ragna seemed to be healing well from their challenges as she passed them to sit at the other side of Saga. ”Do any of you know of them and their grievance?” She would inquire of the combatants, curious to know of their identities, and what exactly they seemed to be fighting over.

black moons in those eyes of hers

as vicious and dark as the sea

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