She stands there, shoulder to shoulder with her pride-mates when the Mire male falls to the Hollow ruler. When the Hollow ruler speaks, she studies him, for a moment- her eyes marking him as a male to seek out later. The Hodari family ruled the Hollow. Now wasn’t the time to speak with him, and instead, she would step back and take her own leave. It was time for the Mire to get- because they clearly weren’t wanted here. She would come back later to speak with them, later she would finally bring to them the issue that had been on her mind since speaking with Kito.

-exit-

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medic exp +5 attend an spar or challenge to asses the wounds. He did hist best to keep his mother at touching distance, feeling her fur against his. This wasnt like the last time they visited the Hollows. Back then it was just a party, where they enjoyed to meet new faces and have fun. But now, all he was able to see were lions fighting and blood as the price for their blow exchanges. He spotted his friends, @Hiro, @Ölvir and some other cubs he met in that party. He hopped they would keep their home, he couldnt imagine on his cub head how could anyond take their home, hopefully the would be fine. He tucked himself more whenever he felt the fights turned more violent, more severe. He felt awful but just for his mother's wellbeing he did his best to stay calm but failing greatly. Finally Roan won, leaving a behind a very relieved Ansel who felt a pleasing sensation of calmness and relief. Feeling tears come down from both the Collected fear and happiness of knowing his friends would keep their home. "Go Roan Go!!" He was so happy! His wounds were bad, he could see them. But he might be right, he might get fixed. He couldnt but maybe somone older might. He turns to both @Gareth and @Heloise. "Can we go home?..." He wanted to go now, too much came through his eyes and he wanted to let go off them in the safety of his den. And in such light he began the way back. exit

Art and Code by Cloudy

Secrets tell a million lies To build the walls they hide behind But the truth is always brought to light

Adrien knows that she has never had much of a talent for keeping a low profile. Being quiet and demure had never been her default, unless it was needed for some delicate social situation. But even then, she struggled with it. Still, the happenings here are rather chaotic and attention-grabbing, so it was possible that the French lady might have faded into the background…If only there wasn’t a certain individual amongst the crowd who seemed to have a sixth sense for sniffing her out.

When @Marja ceases her shouting (Who was Grom, anyway?) and looks down, their eyes happen to meet. Adrien freezes momentarily, before sighing in resignation, stepping further out from the rocks to greet her…friend? “There’s no need to be so loud, Marja.” Tensions were running high in this crowd, she could sense it. While Marja didn’t mean any harm (she was fairly sure), who was to say that the noise wouldn’t end up making her a target for someone’s misplaced ire. The thought her makes her heart squeeze uncomfortably. “What were you shouting about, anyway? ‘Grom?’”

Her attention is drawn back to the center when the battle finally concludes, both males looking a bit worse for wear. Adrien can smell the blood from here, her nose wrinkling in distaste. But if there is a positive to be found here, it is that the white-maned challenger seems to have failed. Tobin shall keep his home, after all. The Hollow will not be disrupted anymore than it already was, or so she hoped. She studies the features of the masked ruler’s face carefully, silently committing it to memory. It might prove to be important later, to know who the Kings (and Queens) of this land were.

She turns back to Marja with a sigh, stretching her maned neck out to nudge the witch’s shoulder gently with her nose. “Come on. Let us go somewhere safer, oui?” She suggests, meeting the other’s gaze as she steps back. “I’ll let you pick a place.” She might very well come to regret that, but as long as it got both of them away from the violence, it’d probably be fine.

/exit Adrien (w/ Marja?)

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It’s way more fun when Sedona bites, and she doesn’t, so Scorpius’s attention goes to the fight and stays there until it ends - the Hollow’s king remains on the throne. Good.

He stands as Sedona does, noting the tension running through the crowd as Roan addresses the Mire lions specifically. Ooh, touchy subject, perhaps?

Scorpius might have wanted to stay for a little longer and watch, but the girl at his side gives him no choice. "Finnnnne," he answers with a grumpy huff. After a stretch and a final glance back, he turns and follows her out.

Exit._CODE

(2/2) +5 Observe a challenge and learn the results (roan vs vaghan)
(2/2) +5 Observe a challenge and learn the results (aquila vs. myra)
His attention would he flickering back between the fights he were most interested in: the pride challenge and the one the Vermeda ruler was engaged in. And with that would the Valour man become victorious, now speaking his taunt toward Alaric. This would cause for a rather smug grin to curl Keir’s lips, wondering if the Mire lion would react or do what he was good at and hide behind his words. But before anything else could really happen would Roan stand tall as he was once more victorious in defending his pride. This would cause for the ebony lion to stand a bit taller, proud to be apart of the Hollows, where the Hodari were making it known that they would not be defeated so easily - and never quietly.

With a sigh of relief would he look back at @Vitala, the feeling of uncertainty now washing away from his body as they got their answer on whether or not they would have to find another pride. “I’m going to go watch the borders.” He would mutter to her alone, planting a soft and delicate kiss on the crown of her head before brushing his side against her own as he moved away from the large gathering and toward the entrance. He wanted to make sure that nothing else would transpire here today; you never knew when an ambush might take place.

exit Keir.

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

+5 attend an spar or challenge to asses the wounds.

She wasn't surprised that Aquila came out the victor of his match, nor was she surprised to see Roan also be victorious, but she was pleased for both of them. That made things much easier. She was certain both would need the attention of their medics, but she would worry about the Brook and let the Hollows care for their own as well. No doubt they had plenty of medics to patch up their sovereign.

"Aye, let's be gettin' home, she agreed, offering a smile to Gareth before turning to follow her son. No need to stick around now that they knew the results of the battle. Besides, she wasn't going to openly give Aquila crap for starting fights, but she could certainly joke about it with him back at the Brook.

-exit heloise-

(2/2) +5 Observe a fight (Roan vs. Vaghan)
(2/2) +5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds
A smirk would curl her lips at Morrigan's response, tail tip flicking at her hocks in anticipation. And there she would stand, watching the pride challenge unfold, and not only that but some others erupting from the chaos that these large masses usually brought on. Aquila would find himself in his own battle and would become the victor, something Valkravn did not doubt one bit. But as the challenge for Obsidian came to a close with Roan staying it's King, she would take in the wounds he received, as well as dealt out. She silently prayed for a quick recovery for the man, and as others began to trickle out so would the Viking. "Shame we didn't get to pierce flesh," she would comment softly before turning on her heels, heading back in the direction she had come from.

exit Valkravn.

ART BY KIM, CODE BY LARS

For the youth so much occurred at one time that it became impossible for him to keep up with the numerous fights that had broke out during his father's challenge. Even his siblings were participating despite him not being too enthused about the clamor. A frown heavily married the deep purple face, his dual-colored eyes scanning around the area with a fearful expression as he tried to keep pace with the actions of everyone present.

Pressed close to his mother's fluffy body he would huddle there, not the most excited to roll another cub over or necessarily commit an act of violence. When his mother nuzzled into him, reassuring him that his dad had defended their home plenty of times, he leaned into her embrace, glad that @Faelyn was there for him. I hope he wins. Hopeful eyes looked on as his father remained engaged in battle against Vaghan, a lion he'd never seen before.

It seemed unfair that some stranger would come try to steal away their home. He'd lived within the Hollow his entire life, not that it had been long. Someday he hoped he could defend his family and home as well as his dad. Watching the great lion defend their home brought him pride in @Roan. Indeed the man came out victorious over the strange lion that had come to take their home from them. A sigh of relief deflated his salmon chest, expelling air he hadn't known had held in his lungs. Mismatched eyes gazed up at his mom for a moment with a large smile on his face.

He did it! Excitedly wiggling away from the safety of his alabaster mother he darted towards his dad, hoping to push himself between the larger man's legs with his bobbed bottom wriggling through the excitement.

He isn't quite sure what happens. One moment they are within the throes of battle, the next there is searing pain within his chest. A beating heart turning upon itself and threatening to break from it's cage of confinement. Muscles contorting and valves pressing unto each other as the world goes dark and suddenly he is floating. Ill on cloud-nine as the vessel within himself turns and flips pushing him closer to the seems of death than he has ever felt before. It is unusual - panic inducing and painful all in one as knees wobble and bend beneath the pressure of choking fingers against his throat. He can't breathe. It's the upheaval of iron clad fists punching holes unto his rib-cage to deflate whatever sense of air filters through the organs, breaking their seams with a bruising force as he kneels onto the molten floor beneath them. Gasping - heaving, clutching at the broad armor that carries his callous frame. Each nerve ending within his frame tingling with a sense of electricity as the reaper claws his way from the Obsidian King in a blind panic. A cough and sputter of spittle flies from his lips as magenta eyes loll wildly from within his skull as if he has become aberrant, possessed - before he is back and standing above him is he.

Defeat.

It's a sick taste to his tongue as the beast clambers to regain some sense of composure, lips curling upwards into a heinous sneer as crimson drips from the various wounds upon his frame. Devilish eyes narrowing angrily at the beast and his demons that damned his victory on this day, he is cursed. A damning fist curled before his head as the demands are choked between victorious lips - leaving Vaghan scrambling to pull his weakened from from the ground as a low growl rumbles from deep within his chest before blistering into a hissing roar. It is a warning. Fair and true as magenta eyes blur amongst his frame and nostrils flare wildly - he may have lost today but he would be back. Back when the moon fell and the fire's of hell rose to declare his time as king tried and true. No - he needed rest. Rest and healing from the confides of his hermit wares of deceptive guilt. It is insidious. The way that even a man that has fallen to the loss of a King still carries himself with such pride and determination - even as his knights prepare to court them away. To behead Lucifer within the garden.

I will be back It's a promise. One he fully intends to keep. And when I come again - I will take your crown. It is enough to chill him to the bone, and yet deep-down he wonder if it is an empty retort. He doesn't care. It's the sentiment that counts as he slips from the shadows. Defeated.


~Exeunt Vaghan~
Stop eating people and you'll not have mini-heart attacks fam

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positively unattached
naive and unattracted to the buzz
breath falters and muscles jerk at his familiar baritone, drawing her trained focus from the battle with a start as she is forced to acknowledge his looming presence. the disdain that colors his vocals is evident, piquing her interest immediately as her gaze hovers thoughtfully on the king’s profile. creepy. a grimace tugs at dainty features as she ponders the why, but the desire for elaboration dies upon her tongue. “vághan?” is all the youth manages instead. the disgruntled expression lingering on her countenance as her pupils return to the aspiring ghoul, inspecting his behemoth form as her internal debate wages beneath a quiet surface. yes; perhaps to others, he is as a phantom – brazen and feral – unsettling upon first impressions. but to the youth, he is simply a friend, and one she (naively) does not fear.

but it appears @Violarum and his ill-wishes are fulfilled, and her lips part with a touch of horror as the challenger falls upon his knees. his ashen, gouged flesh weeps shades of crimson, and the magenta of his irises seem to bulge with agony (or were it incredulosity, disbelief?). carmine stare rips from the scene as her stomach lurches, unwilling to bear witness to his struggle any further as her forehead seeks vio’s shoulder for but a moment. but it is only just that – a moment – and a sigh flutters past her lips as she seeks to withdraw from her king’s proximities, from the arena before vághan fully succumbs to his defeat.

-- exeunt olive

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