Something had called him here. Was it the screech of his son? Or the smell of blood? He didnt know but Drakon was there instantly. His eyes landed on the fight of Georgia and Ram, his blood boiling as he watched them. He growled then as he moved closer to the girl. "Everything alright? Need help?" He would have to deal with Georgia. He didnt like this one bit.

The sound of a commotion had lured the young girl from her resting place. What she hadn't expected was to see her brother fighting a fully grown lioness but either way she wasn't necessarily surprised when she saw the little pink hued girl not far from him. So he was protecting someone eh? It seemed he had done a decent job of doing so from the looks of things, but he was also stupid for fighting in general. What Kira didn't appreciate was the arrival of their father; she moved from her spot of observation to approach head on, moving to stand alongside Rameses then. "He's fine. He handled his own." She said curtly, regarding her father albeit briefly before turning her attention to the other male that had offered assistance. "Thanks for your help. Ram who even was she? And why were you fighting her?" She grumbled under her breath for her brother to hear, quiet enough that prying ears wouldn't be able to hear.


@Rameses @Drakon @Laraila @Vasilis

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GEORGIA VS. RAMESES FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Georgia Hits: 2 + 3 + 3 = 8
Georgia Dodges: 1 + 1 + 1 = 3

Rameses Hits: 1 + 1 + 0 = 2
Rameses Dodges: 1 + 0 + 1 = 2

Georgia Successful Hits: 6
Rameses Successful Hits: -1

GEORGIA HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first.

It hadn't been fair really, this whole little quarrel between her and these children. But Georgia liked to think that she was doing them a favor and teaching them a lesson. The boy had guts, she would give him that, if anything it brought her back to when she was a cub and had the moxy to go up against a full blown adult too. She released him from her grasp just in time it seemed as others flooded in, drawn in by the sound of their fighting. Her wounds were sore and stinging, the blood still flowing as she retreated though not before she caught a glimpse of Drakon's form. Ahhh so this little rascal was his? That explained why he didn't have any manners! She smirked lightly to herself as she made her exit, after all she wasn't in the mood to stick around and have a little pow wow. /Exit @Rameses @Drakon

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his failure is swift and absolute - but despite the blood seeping from his wounds and the pain that goes along with it, he does not want to relent. she had wiped the floor with him (rip his dice), but he does not want to yield. fortunately she does it for him, retreating from the scene with a simper - her meal disturbed, but with her message made clear. as georgia leaves, rameses lets go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding, spitting a mouthful of blood to the sand below. and looks to @laraila. he says her name softly, voice tight with pain and - concern. it's buried beneath the thrum of adrenaline, the thrill of the fight, but it's there. he sees blood on her pelt but can't quite tell where it's coming from - his vision is a little blurry at the edges. still he steps towards her, ignoring the way that the motion pulls at the cuts.

ears pin, immediately, as they are joined by others. a golden man who offers assistance, and rameses jerks his muzzle - refusing any sort of help that @Vasilis might have brought. "i'm fine," he says through gritted teeth, jerking his muzzle in his friend's direction. "help her." that's what all this was about, right? it was all to help lara, and ram would be damned if vas was going to waste any time on patching him up. @Drakon and @Kira arrive then (or maybe they've been there), and they at least are familiar."i'll tell you later," he murmurs to his sister as she slides up against him, voice pitched low to mimic hers. he was... tired. more-so than he expected. rumbling with a sigh, he leans his uninjured side against kira, allowing himself a moment of weakness. it lasts only a moment before he straightens himself - wincing as he does - watching vasilis warily. if he wasn't going to help lara, then ram would just have to run him off, too.

""

The boy would tell him not to worry about @Rameses and instead do so for the girl. He quickly looked back and frowned. Dear heavens! Her poor limb! Vasilis quickly turned without a moment's thought, his body coming to hers as his eyes quickly scanned. "I can only do some quick help right now - but my lead healer will have more supplies back at the Lagoon that could help you heal faster without the loss of anything happening.." he tells her.

@Larlaila would gain his full attention, not paying attention to who else had joined their gathering once Georgia had left. He looked around for leaves and something to help apply it with. He ran and quickly got himself some wild aloe that grew within range, as well as a prickly weed, and chewed it quickly. "I will have to apply pressure which will hurt...but I promise it's for the good of your leg." Vasilis tells her.

When he was done chewing up the plant he takes the leaf into his paws and applied the chewed paste onto it and gently ran the plant across her wounds. "This will help with any burning or itching feeling that the wound gives." he said then looking at her with a frown. "Take a breath dear....this is going to hurt a tiny bit..." he stated. He would wait for her to breathe before aiming to apply both upper paws atop the leaf around her wound and press firmly so that the leaf would attach to the wound.

All Laraila could do was watch. And panic. She felt utterly and completely helpless. Useless. How was she to help him? What could she possibly do for her friend but call out. And soon others did arrive. Whether they came because she had called or they had simply been curious about the scuffle, she did not know. Yet their presence only brought her mild relief. What if they knew this lioness? What if they supported her? None of them did anything to break up the fight. It was the red woman herself who brought everything to a close. The glare in which she sunk upon Laraila felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. And the pastel princess hoped she would never have to cross paths with her again. Two lions had joined her side and before she could answer the golden one, he moved off to @Rameses. It was the white male, @Drakon, that she addressed meekly. Y-Yes, sir. At least she thought she was okay. All the excitement had left her forgetting her own wounds. She was aware of the pain and knew she had an injury but she hadn't up until this point taken a look. Blood had pooled from the opening of her inner thigh, running down and dripping off her toes. It might not have bled so much if her heart hadn't been pounding and the worry she felt for Rameses leaving her blood pressure to skyrocket. But she was at least lucky an artery hadn't been punctured. When Lara turned her head round to take a look, her pink nose went nearly white and her eyes grew wide. Never in her life had she ever been injured like this. Living within Hanneth's jungle pride had seen Laraila raised well and very much loved. The only fight she ever witnessed was the one between the white male beside her and that one yellow lion with the orange mane. And even then her mother had blocked her from seeing most of it. The golden lion from before, @Vasilis, returned and a flurry of instructions were flung her way. Laraila sat down, injured leg outstretched for the man to see. But she didn't want to look. So instead her gaze lifted to Rameses. With ears flat against her skull, she could only feel shame and embarrassment. The mention of "Back at the lagoon" had a whole other mix of terror washing over her. Was the man saying she would have to go with him? A stranger? Her jaw slackened as if she were going to speak, eyes still on Rameses and when Vasilis pressed into her wound, Lara's mouth shut tight and her face contorted into silent agony; fresh tears flowing down her cheeks. God how pathetic she must look right now. Malnourished, filthy, beaten, crying like a baby and just ... Useless.

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His daughter - @Kira - shows herself and walks right to him. Drakon thought about ignoring her as he was here to help and not start a fight with his daughter but at the same time, Drakon was trying to start fresh with his children. He had been given a second chance, but would Kira want that like @Rameses had? "I expect as much from him. I am here for support." He would state bluntly. Ears twitching as he glanced towards the fight that was now finished and he growled. Georgia had won and he claws dug into the ground as he wanted to tear into her flesh. But what would his son feel about that?

Pushing those thoughts away, Drakon turned to the small child as she answered him. Ears twitching as he heard Ram coming closer but his attention was to the pale girl before him. Nodding his head he would watch her closely and saw how the mention of going to the Lagoon caused her to seem tense and he would move towards her. "I am Drakon Tollaire, Ram is my son. You don't have to go to the Lagoon, I am a healer as well." He would state, glancing towards @Vasilis slightly. Drakon wasn't claiming @Laraila but he would if that meant she didn't have to go with him. "You can come with me and Ram to the Hollow if you'd like, once he's patched up your leg. You can lean against me or Ram if need be." He would state, moving to sit next to her and let himself relax for her sake.

his head is stuffy, like it's filled with cotton, and his chest still heaves. he wants nothing but to sit here and lean against @Kira until the world stops spinning. but even though it's hard to focus on anything, it's especially hard to focus on anything but her. now that he'd caught his breath, kinda, he heaves himself back into motion - unsteady steps bringing him to @Laraila's side. almost nervously he settles here, letting his non-injured shoulder brush against hers. from here he can see her wound better - it's red and raw and angry, and there's a lot of blood. he feels a bit queasy at the sight, but imagines that he can't look much better. still, the way her features have paled make him nervous and he bumps his shoulder into hers again. a small sign of unity, even as everything seems to be happening so fast.

the golden man busies himself with things and rameses watches carefully, rumbling a low growl when he presses down on lara's bleeding wound. he says he's helping to stop the bleeding but he can feel the way lara goes rigid next to him. rameses wants nothing but to scoop her up and take her away from all these prying eyes, but what good would that do? what good could he do? he couldn't even protect her, in any way that mattered. "i'm sorry," he murmurs, voice pitched low. ears tip backward in apology, his mouth a thin, aggravated line. he feels stupid and useless, especially when he notices that she's crying. his eyes flick to drakon, briefly, when his father offers for her to come to the hollow, but he says nothing - disappointment and frustrating raging in his tattered chest. quieter this time, he says: "it's okay, you'll be alright." his tone is sharp, words clipped - but it's as much of a promise as he can muster. he wouldn't fail her again.

""

In this instance Kira wishes for nothing but her own brother's wellbeing. She ignores those around them, ignores the girl that got him into this mess, and ignores their father as he rushes upon the scene. The blonde man was a beacon of hope as he intended to help heal Rameses and his friend, until their father butts in. Kira fought the urge to roll her eyes but all the while stood steadfast next to Rameses, allowing him to lean on her as much as he needed. The last thing she wanted to do was follow their father to the Hollow but if that was what Rameses wanted and needed then she would do so, if only for her brother.

@Rameses

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