Throw yourself into the unknown

With pace and a fury defiant

+10 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+5 Infiltrate a group thread without getting caught
+5 Practice hiding your scent

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Chaos didn't exactly reign, but it reared it's head in pockets.

The voices combined into an overwhelming mixture, and offered him no clear reason to the violence that erupted. He gathered enough to understand who had, technically, started it by invading the prideland. Who could truly fault a leader for viciously defending their home? There was still a tinge of bitterness toward another late rainforest ruler for her aggression, shown when he'd done nothing more than wander a little too close. That, he viewed as unfounded. This, however...was different.

From his hidden place in the underbrush, bright eyes tracked the movements of the main two battles. Each seemed similarly paced, and he wondered at the odds of witnessing two deaths in one night. The more important clash was, of course, between the one he'd figured out ruled the place, and the man who had first invaded. Sherlock observed with clinical detachment, up until the end. The signs of weakening limbs were there, assumptions backed by the grip on her spine. It was the shaking that finally caused him to flinch. It seemed an unnecessary act, violent for the sake of it.

Attention shifted to the other life-or-death struggle that seemed to be coming to an end. He did recognize the man involved there and found himself quietly rooting for him. Their encounter had been pleasant enough that he didn't wish the man any harm.

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The look in her eyes was unlike anything he'd seen before. It was not the fear of the prey they took down, not the might and pride of an opponent matched in battle. It was dark, it seeped into his soul through the vacant spaces of Aquila's damaged self. It hung on even as he slowly blinked his silver eyes. The world around returning into focus, bright and all at once the volume around him turned up and he was hit with many scents over the fragrances of metal and iron. When you meet Maua- it's they. His grip upon her body loosened as he spoke, and then further as energy drained out of him. He released his hold entirely and Aquila's bronze body staggered backwards a few steps into a quiet darkness where he collapsed to his side, bloodied wounds along his jaw, throat, and forelimbs, weeping out to the ground.

( EXIT VIA PASSING OUT HE'S NOT DEAD please shoot me an @ if you wanna haul him somewhere so I can keep track of my boy )

no one can rewrite the stars

how can you say you'll be mine?

So much chaos, so little time.

Her brother was attacked and suddenly, a gift from beyond, Reti showed and began launching at the assailant. "Fuck," she snapped, her ears flattening against her head. "Kick her fucking ass!" she called, knowing she would only hinder the father and son team by intervening.

And then she spared a glance to @Aquila just in time to watch him fall. "NO!" she yelled, racing to his side among the insanity, nearly crumpling on the ground alongside of him. She saw Sangria dead, but her friend -- he was still breathing. "@Hanneth! Someone! A healer, he needs help!" she cried, tugging at his mane to stir him from his sleep. Wake up, bitch.

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Gawain had heard the screams of battle, but it seemed he had only arrived at the end. He'd had to stow the kid somewhere safe before he was able to come. Kids complicated the ability to just jump in and protect others, but he loved Nazonal and wouldn't give them up for anything.

He hadn't felt the need to show up to a pride fight like this. Upon arrival to the battle though, he realize he was mistaken. Sangria, the lioness he had built a tentative alliance with, was dead. That was... unfortunate. They hadn't been friends, but now he would have to build a new alliance to protect the lions he rescued.

That wasn't why he was here, though. Where there was a fight, there were medics. He only really knew one medic, and that lion was under his protection. A lion as small as @Elijah was hard to find in a crowd this size, but there was a knot of certainty in his gut that he was here. "Elijah?!" With a grimace, he realized the smaller lion had never heard him get truly loud. He needed to find him quickly though, and he hoped it didn't scare him off. All the other lions made it nearly impossible to track a scent.

Chaos rained like fire. Around her the roars of battles rose up over and over until all she could hear was the ending crescendo of snarls and the ripping sound of flesh under claws. Was she still screaming? She couldn't tell. Her paws were rooted to the ground. She couldn't move. And then she saw it; the shake of Aquila's head and the limp form of the giant woman crashing to the ground. And, a moment later Aquila too joined her on the ground.

Salome dared to blink and suddenly found herself standing over the prone form of the former oasis king; protectively. There was another nearby, crumpled to the ground beside Aquila. Salome knew despite it all that she wasn't an enemy, but someone had to stand guard. Just in case.

Salome wasn't a fighter in the slightest. Her talk was all bravado, she didn't know the first thing about battle beyond teeth are for biting and claws are for slashing. There was a high pitched sound ringing in her ears, and her vision was dotted with black spots. She didn't know what she would do if someone did try to attack the Valour male, but damn if she wouldn't, couldn't at least try.

ooc: Salome is attempting to protect @Aquila.

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She was stopped in her tracks by @Aurum, whose words singed her fur as much as her own had harmed Nymeria before. But in contrast, she took a firm stance against the man. She didn't care how Arjana knew him, she herself did not and she was far too stirred up to gauge her trust for a stranger right now, especially one who'd scorned her and her pride. Was it unfounded? She... Wasn't sure anymore, but that didn't matter right her and now. She wasn't about to let him drag Arjana anywhere without her consent, not her pride mate. Someone she still cared about. "A neutral territory until she wakes." Was her only response to him, and it was a take it or leave it answer. He could fucking fight her over it.

She then turned to those who came to her aid. @Hanneth, @Avana, @Jewel- she dipped her head to them thankfully, if not a little shaky from the rising and falling tensions. There was a hesitant look toward @Rhaenys offering their area as well, unsure if that was a good idea or not. She had yet to even realize one of the battles behind her was coming to a bloody end. "Thank you, please... Just make sure she's okay. Help me... Get her out of harm's way. Anywhere. Away from here..." She said breathily, looking to Aurum too. She wouldn't stop him from helping them, but she wouldn't let him "claim" her. She tried to ignore her own head swimming in the uncertainty of it all, and the pit of nausea that was whirling in her stomach.

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+5 Attend a fight or challenge to asses the wounds She wtached everything unfold in the ways that were making the medic feel panic, panic and concern as two of her kin were at death's doorsteps. And seeing so much blood made her heart break and all she wanted was to help them all, but that wasn't possible, not for a mere mortal like her. Only Maua would know how but right now she needed to do as much as she could. @Aquila took the female's life and as he fell she rushed his way. "Please give him space, I am Vermeda's Brook lead Medic. Let me treat him please." She told @Salome , doing her best to sound less concerned, but she just had the priority of helping Aquila, but she also had to look for Vallhalla. But for now Aquila needed her assistance.

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she falls. it is the cry of war and the final blow of death that brings the woman to realization as her sovereign relinquishes her bodily form unto the earth. she cannot see. but she knows. it is a tightness that coils within her chest as her body shoves throughout the crowd - pushing past the sweaty bodies to stand over her dearest @Sangria. she seems shocked. a snarl of remorse and..anger pressing throughout her lips as she roars. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER." celeste splays heavily. her frail frame barely covering the colossal woman's frame. tears do not threaten to fall within these moments - yet instead, she would find anger. anger and revenge to come to the andal sovereign. "Fuck you." It's a hiss towards not only the heretic that stumbles deathly from their battle, but even so directed towards those who follow within his footsteps. "Fuck you Aquila. You will pay for what you've done." It is not a threat but more or so a promise. Revenge was a dish best served with bitterness and remorse. The blind witch cares little of the fray of battle amongst them. Her frame hunkering down gently upon her begotten hell-cat's frame. Frail paws reaching to cradle her frame with remorse...sadness...anger. They had taken what the forest had chosen, and yet Maua had let him survive? What bullshit. She does not see @Aquila fall. Nor does she care. The witches focus solely upon her fallen love. A solace of protection that had once ben promised within security. She is dead, but it does not matter as the woman hunkers to caress her frame with gentle ease. Wiping any welt of remaining blood that trickles from her wounds to clear her of what she could not revive. She would remain, unwavering from her queen's court. Her sole body alone not strong enough to remove her from the battle but her will strong enough to keep protection held over her frame until one of those would come to their aid. Should someone attempt to even lay a finger upon Sangria's frame - well...Celeste wouldn't hesitate to rip their tongues from their mouth. "My Queen." A whisper floats upon the wind - nudged unto the corpses ears with a gentle breath that ruffles the feathers of Maua's bridge. "You have not died in vain. I will make this right. Aquila will not live to see another day for the crimes he has committed against us. Justice must be served" It is last that the wind will keep of her words. A sealed kiss to her soul's departure as the woman begins to work diligently to patch that of what she can of her queen's marred soul. She would not rot, she would not die or be feasted upon vultures. Rather - she would be restored. Made new to the extent that the medic could give to her body. It is the least she can do before settling gently upon her corpse. Waiting.

It was always funny how, Viné seemed to do nothing, and yet the burden of accusation was placed on him. Yes, he was a Casimir. Yes, he had, in the past, claimed females against their will. But the Bluffs did not use such tactics and Viné had only just recently been given rank. Not enough time to even exercise the right that is denied by the bluff's laws. His sins were in the past. He had lost his crown and pride with it, punished already by the natives of the land with their curses, if one believed, and his damned luck. Roan came at him with a roar, a snarl that caught his attention and had him spinning to face the oncoming assault. The resemblance was not lost on him; Kiton and Roan shared many similarities. Viné saw this for what it was; an excuse to take a pound of flesh that wasn't earned. After all, Viné had never once looked back at the Mire.

The deep red's lion peeled open in an answering roar. "Wolfborn! The mire attacks our Sovereign!" He snarls knowing full well that his words were a lie; but let Roan and Kiton prove otherwise. After all, Viné had only been standing guard beside Circe, itching to fight but holding himself back despite her words to not hold himself back. No, this was much better, the underhanded call to his pride.

He hadn't hoped for revenge against Kiton, but presented to him so readily, the plate a silver shine, how could he resist? There was so much deniability on his part after all. He did not actually know this lion, only the resemblance marked him as Kiton's kin. He had lost the fight for the mire spectacularly; how could he know that a grudge was held against him? No, he had only been standing idle. Only protecting the heavily pregnant Queen. It had to be retaliation for Zoticus attacking the mire King. What else could Viné infer from the sudden attack?

The Deity of Deception had returned.

Roan came at his left, and Viné knew instantly his train of thought. To test the strength of his once broken limb. A smart move by an experienced opponent. His call cost him precious moments, the red male would not be able to avoid the attack in return for his deception. Vine had no fear as Roan's shoulder slams into his own, confident in the health of his limb. The blow stings, bruises deep. Viné bends the limb into the force to keep the same mistake in the mire from happening once again. It did not stop the pain however, a tingle that ran down to his toes. He used that force that nearly sent him spinning, his feet shuffling to keep that momentum, his tail lashing to keep balance. He would lift his right limb and swinging it hard in an attempt to rake it savagely against Roan's left flank from the top of his rib cage to his lower belly.

Teeth appeared in his peripheral view, and Vine instinctively jerked his head away as they pulled at the flesh of his jowls leaving scratches that bleed quickly and freely that stained white fur. Yes, Roan got first blood, but Viné did not care. His gaze was fixed on the snarling face before him. What pretty pink eyes. Viné's own jaws aimed at Roan's upper cheek teeth attempting to snap with intent to hold the flesh just under those pretty pink eyes.

Viné vs. @Roan
for Minor Maim
Round:
i ii iii iv v
Hits*:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 4 + 3 + 5 + 13 + 12 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 5 + 2 + 15

*Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade).

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