BOG QUEEN,She was more annoyed at the fact that she couldn't answer the challenger. But seeing that there was a fight already, she decided to let it rest. Genya was pregnant, heavily so, and her forelimb was still in need of more rest. Thus, like a shadow, she crept into the darkest place and situated herself upon the ground. Her children will be here in a few weeks and she needed a place to root herself. A lagoon would be nice, for now, and most certainly she would adore the sun and the darkness all at once. Upon gazing at the men in the fighting ring, she noticed one familiar lion. He was present during her own challenge and had even met her before that. While Genya couldn't remember his name, she did remember his voice. Although she was familiar with him, she didn't want to casually root for him. Whoever won, she would offer to join.

The challenger was quick with his actions. Vasilis felt his claws grab the section of the man's arm near the elbow and as he pulled back Vasilis attempts to use his paw to flex his toes in a curl over what remained in his grasp - hoping to keep a momentary hold on his elbow if he could. Vasilis felt the male move and his head shift below him - Vasilis snapped his mouth near his head but when Vermier had grabbed at his lower jaw - Vasilis nearly had missed his target, the man's ear. Vasilis's hips dropped lower as his right paw pressed into the earth to raise his upper body a foot off the ground. Vasilis would then attempt to use his right paw to smack into his opponent's chest to prop him up just enough to use his weight against the stranger in hopes of keeping him back. When he did so the male's left paw landed on his right shoulder, right at his puncture wounds digging the punctures and creating long lacerations - this resulting in him parting his mouth open and snarling from his gut. He had failed to roll the male over, which was fine..for now. He momentarily closed his eyes not sure if his head was going to get collided with something else - nostrils flare to breathe in more air.

Within seconds his eyes flashed with anger, the man aimed for Vasilis's jaw, but would only purchase portions of his lower mandible and chin. But boy did it hurt. Taking a breath and keeping his legs spread evenly below his bulk, Vasilis would release his opponent's elbow quickly and using his back legs to shuffle his weight to the left a bit more, his right arm would shove into the strangers left paw that gripped him as he attempted to aim his face down onto his opponents own face as it latched at his mandible. Vasilis would rather not have his jaw broken and so using all his weight he would press further off the ground with his legs aiming to shove the man away from him. But as he tried to do this his lip would become cut and the stranger's fangs would find purchase at Vasilis's cheek puncturing it giving way to another pain-filled snarl. Vasilis would swallow a bit of his own blood in his mouth - ugh he hated that metallic taste. His ears dropped backward as his eyes remained hooded, lips curled back as he kept what defense he had up through his movements.

OOC: a rundown of Vasilis's moves:
DEFENSIVE - Dropped hips to raise a foot off the ground, aiming to attempt to prop his foot on the opponent's chest for leverage.
ATTACK - Aims to keep ahold of Vermier's elbow as he turns slightly to the left. Attempting to use his weight to shove Vermier away.
WRITTEN DAMAGE - R1 Deep puncture wounds to Vasilis's right shoulder and underlaying bruising. R2 Bruised mandible, Minor lacerations to the lower jaw, cut lower lip, and punctured cheek. Long 5 inch long lacerations from puncture wounds on right arm.



Vasilis vs. @Vermier

For: Scilla Lagoon

Round: 2 / 5

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 9 + 2 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 20 + 15

The ebony and steel lioness offered Zagan a fleeting smile still remaining sat back and yet her silence was broken but a sudden turn of events. A lioness storming into the crowd standing defensively behind the cub and looking toward Zagan as if the man had been abusing her child or something. Zagan's response was rightful and the woman was a fool to think anyone would harm a cub in the middle of a crowd like this let alone at all.

She did not know Zagan at all, not even his name and yet she felt compelled by what she had witnessed to back him up as the young slim yearling (though not too far off being fully grown) rose and moved to the side of the Casimir. Her solid grey ears flattening back against her skull - she was not exactly happy with what she saw. "He was trying to help your cub. You should be grateful to him."

Finally the excitement was starting as another arrived and Rythian was glad to see it was a lion(and not a lioness let alone a pregnant one). He favoured neither one nor the other but would be more then happy to see a good challenge play out as he would study the first few blows with a chesire grin. "About time." He chimed toward Pistis holding his grin as he spotted her making her way over to his side. It was indeed a safe place to stand and watch from as Rythian would gladly defend the mate of his brother in arms. "I was hoping there would be a fight to watch."

He hadn't had the chance to respond to Pistis initial question before the claim was challenged so it had seemed pointless answering now. Instead he focused on a name she said. "You've met the golden lion before?" Maw pointing toward Vasilis just incase she was not completely sure which golden lion he was reffering too.

Meanwhile even more action was grabbing his attention as a flurry of familar fur darted in behind a cub. Was someone beating up a cub? Rythian found that unlikely as he leened in a little closer focusing on what was happening all because Ambrosine was involved. You should keep a closer eye on your cubs. The sharp retort from the stranger directly toward Ambrosine was exactly what Rythian had wanted to hear - it was hilarious. In fact Rythian would purposely let out an audable laugh at Ambrosine expense immediately upon hearing it. Stirring the pot seemed fun.

ooc: sorry for delay... and missing anyone...

Tripfire was staring daggers into the guy that was standing in his spot, then his ear flicked back and he saw a paw reaching towards him. ”And I wouldn't effing touch me if I were you” he growled attempting a swipe at the paw. ”That's gross dude, don't touch cubs you don't know. Sicko” he hissed at him. Insulting him and twisting his intentions completely, Tripfire knew his intentions but why not see him struggle?

A woman spoke, @Artemis, and he turned to face her now, ”Ok first rule, don't touch me! Second rule, did i ask you to speak?” he snapped at her. A lion yelled his encouragement and Tripfire let a smirk cross his maw. A sudden growling sound and he turned his form to watch his uncle do what he could not. A look of dismay and anger crossed his maw, ”Uncle!” he yelled in anger rather than concern and recoiled in frustration.

Only to touch @Ambrosine's arm, he looked up at her suddenly and grinned with confidence back at the lions. Oh and he definitely noticed his cousin @Amra sneaking up behind. ”You know she'll rip your bits off yeah?” he called over to @Zagan but then he spoke and Tripfire felt anger bubble inside him. ”And why should we believe you are a good guy, cub toucher?” he spat the question with venom directed at him. Just because he appeared to be a good guy, didn't make it true. Tripfire knew that very well. Then a laugh made his head snap to its owner @ Rythian, Tripfire's eyes alight with fire he snorted, ”what the hell are you laughing at ugly? I don't see you stepping up to fight for the throne.”

@Zagan @Amra @Artemis @Vermier @Ambrosine @Rythian

He was an idiot brother but he was her idiot brother and when in saunted over protective but neglegent to watch her children mother and had something to say Siofra took it as much to heart even if not directed her way. Even if the child's bold and brash statements were for Zagan they hurt Siofra and one by one they became marked in her eyes. When she had the chance to do nothing to help them she'd take it. She'd appreciate every hardship they went through- let them suffer for they were nothing to her. But her face a gentle untelling expression- she did not speak out. It was not her place or duty to do that here.

From her brother's side she rose and circled so that she was at his back, peach eyes turned away from all but @Amara as the creature approached. Her senses felt on fire but her heart remained a steady beat in her rib cage. Should have let the mouthy cub stumble into the fight and get himself killed. He was most definitely not worth his brother's time or attention at this point. Stoic sister's lips curled slightly in defensive warning, signalling off she was prepared to jump at her brother's defense if these neglegent unappreciative scum thought to try anything.

OOC: Siofra is also near Zagan too guys!
Tag: @Tripfire @Zagan @Artemis @Ambrosine @Amara @Rythian

Like a quick guest of wind the former queen moved with ease across the terrain. Her nose led her as her eyes were still not healed, she could make out very vague shapes now but everything was still dark around her. Up ahead she could see a cub's shadow, Tripfire by the smell of him causing chaos like usual - that little guy definitely knew how to start a party! Around him both her sisters, Ambrosine and Amara. She could sense the tension without even having to truly see any of it. "We are here to observe, si?" She addressed Ambrosine then, hoping to pull her attention to the more important of matters. Vermier was challenging and that meant a home for them. They would be of no assistance to him if they broke out into a fight on the sidelines. Ramona attempted to be a voice of reason amongst the tension, "Amara, what do you say about leading Tripfire and I over here?" She motioned back over her right shoulder. "You sir, perhaps you'd like to teach me some of those moves you have, si?" She had lowered her head slightly so she could cast her icy blue gaze in Tripfire's direction. Let's not forget that we are here for something larger, save the waves for later, when it really mattered. She could smell and sense plenty of strangers, the tension warped around them, if anything she wanted to keep the peace if only just for now.


@Amara @Ambrosine @Tripfire

Amra had hardly finished speaking to @Jyzara when she felt his presence loom up behind her. An ear flickered backwards, head following suit as @Rythian addressed her, his words seeming to imply that he would defend her if the woman she had spoken to took issue with what she’d said. Face showed somewhat surprise, that he would be nice to her, given they had gotten off on rocky footing and then the whole claiming business. Amra still wasn’t entirely certain where she stood with him. But she sent him a quick grin all the same, pleased that he was here to help and not to hinder.
@Hecuba arrived in due course, to which Amra offered a charming smile. She still hadn’t forgotten how good the woman had been to her when she had first arrived in her old home. Then @Pistis, to which Rythian spoke. Amra had no interest in joining their conversation, not when all hell broke loose.
@Tripfire, Ambrosine’s cub, challenged Vasilis, shouting obscenities and all round being a Very Angry Boy. A male came up, @Zagan, to attempt to sooth him, a woman @Artemis following to help, but Tripfire took exception to that and turned his shrieking on them as well. Including their backup @Siofra.
During this time, Vermier launched himself into battle for the crown, causing Amra’s eyes to widen in shock. Well, now her comment to Vasilis was just plain incorrect. Amra had to root for family of course, and could only hope Vermier won so as to secure them a home. Although, the chances of Rythian letting her leave to be with her family she imagined were slim to none.
@Ambrosine arrived in due course, standing guard behind her son and threatening the male who had touched him to not do so again. While Amra stood and watching, struck incapable of movement briefly by the going ons, @Amara snuck up behind the male who had initially attempted to soothe the young cub, offering her support in a pincer type movement should things sour.
Because it didn’t take long for the touchy male to become an Angry Man, spitting venom at Ambrosine. Amra’s ears folded backward against her skull, swinging her head around to glare at Rythian. He knew exactly where Amra stood when it came to family, she had no doubt he would have been expecting her to react angrily to his taunting of her cousin. ”Not helping,” she growled at him before moving off to stalk toward the group, tensions high as all heck. Although Amra couldn’t help the snicker that escaped her as Tripfire turned his abuse on Rythian and called him ugly. Good boy.
Head turned toward @Ramona as she arrived on the scene at a similar time as Amra reached the group as well. She nodded, definitely preferring the pacifist way of dealing with things as well. While Ramona spoke to Amara and Tripfire, to attempt to diffuse the rising tension, Amra spoke to Ambrosine, unsure if the woman would heed her when tempers were running hot. ”They’re not worth it, they didn’t hurt him, and they’re just sour they couldn’t keep him to themselves,” Amra spoke lowly, intending for only Ambrosine to hear. She didn’t need busybody know-it-alls to tell her she was wrong or stupid or that she needed to shut up and let the ‘adults’ talk. A quick glance was given to Zagan before returning to Ambrosine, pleading with her eyes for her cousin to move away and simply enjoy the show of Vermier winning the throne.

@Jyzara, @Rythian, @Hecuba, @Pistis, @Tripfire, @Zagan, @Artemis, @Siofra, @Ambrosine, @Amara, @Ramona
I tried to tag everyone my post acknowledges.

Injured as he was, Xerxes could not pass up the opportunity to creep on the shenanigans. The boy looked like a zombie as he closed in just in time to Ambrosine jump to defend who he could only assume was Tripfire. The other cubs weren't typically quite so vocal as far as he knew, and voila, there he was being shepherded around between the hens like a chick. He hadn't a clue what the kid had done to warrant that kind of fuss, but he wasn't injured so Xerxes wasn't concerned. Instead, he simply helped himself to a seat near the gaggle of his family (but not too close as to be thrust into the chaos) and watched as the fight between his creepy uncle and some random man commenced. Truth be told, Xerxes didn't want him to win. He had an unsettling feeling the only reason he was even still alive was because of Ambrosine, and what happened when a male Dieudonne took the throne? So many questions, so little fucks.

As high sovereign he should pay attention to the claims springing up here and there, left and right. However, at the same time, it was of little concern to him. Having spied the new area as it was revealed, it was not his taste. So he had left it alone. Gwyn had been toying with moving from the caverns at some point; the hunting situation was less than ideal. Not to mention, it was a bit to on the nose for the dragon like demon. Now, with the scent trails of his heir, son, and mate leading there, he supposed he ought to head over. If only to watch with his wife at his side and analyze the fighting of the claimer; he recognized it as Pistis's friend. Someone who Gwyn was heavily biased against and in many ways would enjoy him getting beat up.

Yes that made him a horrible, jealous cretin but he didn't much care. Pistis was his and he would remind the golden man at every opportunity. Not only that, he could understand what the other was saying in greek... or at least get the general gist of it. He was not as ill prepared as before and that fact excited him in a very smug, petty manner.

So he covered the distance between the challenge and he in a unhurried stride that only quickened when he heard the sounds of battle. There was a fight to watch. A dark smirk plays across his lips, and fades as he moved into a trot. Covering ground quickly now, his ears perked to hear what was happening before his entrance. It turned into a lope as he began to catch words, something distracting him from interest in the battle. For it seemed that Zagan was in trouble again, but, not of his own doing. It was a refreshing change, yes, but also an upsetting one. Gwyn is not one to allow others to abuse his spawn.

That was his right as father to his children, and disciplining them for doing the correct thing was not okay.

He slowed, adjusting his gait to a stalk to come up behind @Ambrosine . Trusting both the battle for the pride and her own argument with his son to keep her from noticing his approach. He also crept on silent feet. "You should take care not to threaten to harm my son when all he was doing was keeping your errant boy out of harm's way." he rumbles, deep voice thunderous and dangerous as he stops behind her. Out of her reach but his greater size allowed him to reach her. He is also tilted slightly towards @Amara to keep her in view and make it obvious he was including her in his statement. The monster's gaze is focused on them both, dangerously heavy and full of promise of violence if they wished to continue on this path. His ear flicks at @Artemis in thanks, his voice continuing after her words. "An apology and thank you is in order towards my son for your misplaced rage and attempt to protect your boy" he states, his attention still on the pair of strange woman causing the issue here. Rythian's laughter is dismissed as unimportant, and the beast is content to hold his line with the strange women, that is, until the cub begins speaking.

A growl rumbles from the monster's breast, his attention now split between the child and Amara, trusting his spawn and the helpful youth to keep Ambrosine occupied. "You should shut up when adults are speaking. Not to mention you stand no chance against a full grown male, and my son was trying to keep you out of harms way" he rumbles, his voice just as deadly as it had been when directed at his mother. Not softening the blow for the kid in any way. Oh no, the child's foolishness had not begotten any sort of respect. Any gentleness from the beast. "Stay in your lane unless you wish to loose your life before it begins" he scoffs and turns his attention back to the pair he had originally been focused on. The cub had been dealt with, and if he had played it right(And he was fairly sure he had) the whelp would be pissing himself. Probably the first time he had ever been told off too; best teach them early, and if the mother did not have the guts to do so, the Casimir was happy to provide.

At this point his daughter was now squared off against Amara and the man's ear flicked towards her in thanks. A grey woman approaches his enemies, attempting to diffuse the situation, and the man is inclined to let her do so. He was more than prepared to fight, as evidenced by every line in his body. However, just because he was prepared and in battle stance did not mean he wished for battle to break out. Not when he must rather watch the fight before them. Amra approached now, curiously close to the strange overprotective woman. His gaze flicks to her, and then Rythian, and back to her. Asking what the ever living fuck she was doing fraternizing with someone who had clearly designated themselves as an enemy. Still again, she was attempting to diffuse, so he would wait to question her until later. And thus, the Casimir king waited to see what the others would do with his sudden and intimidating presence. If they wanted to take the tension wrought so taught and engage in battle with he and his. Foolish if they chose to. All his kin had been taught to fight from a young age, and he had his heir and wife in the wings if need be.

Art and og code by Kairi, Code modified by Saph


@Amra @Rythian @Pistis @Ramona @Siofra @Zagan @Tripfire @Amara @Ambrosine @Artemis

I think I got everyone.