@Hagen VS. @Parvati FOR dominancd
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Due to Parvati successfully escaping, this fight is over

PARVATI HAS SUCCESSFULLY ESCAPED!

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@Ottilie VS. @Fernweh FOR minor maim
— RESULTS —

Ottilie Hits: 1 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 luck = 8
Ottilie Dodges: 2 + 3 + 4 + 3 = 12

Fernweh Hits: 5 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 3 luck = 15
Fernweh Dodges: 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 10

Ottilie Successful Hits: -2
Fernweh Successful Hits: 3

FERNWEH HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Squid

Ottilie is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Fernweh Wounded Roll: 1d5 = 3

Fernweh is WOUNDED!

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they strike against each other and fernweh feels her body growing tired and her mind weary of the outcome. still, she comes out of this as a winner, barely outmatching the girl. by no means is she unhurt, as she feels a significant amount of bruising on her chest area. before heading back, fernweh turns to @otillie, her face stern, and says go back to your den. she does not wish to fight anyone any longer, nor hope to stay and hear what her former opponent has to say. fernweh knows that soon, the guardians of the girl will learn of the child's defeat and fernweh herself may become a target. all she wonders now is what new peril she has put her own family in. [exit]_{BG — ART — CODE}

@Bhaskar VS. @ronin FOR major maim
— RESULTS —

Bhaskar Hits: 3 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 4 luck = 19
Bhaskar Dodges: 4 + 1 + 3 + 0 = 8

Ronin Hits: 2 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 4 luck = 18
Ronin Dodges: 3 + 3 + 4 + 1 = 11

Bhaskar Successful Hits: 8
Ronin Successful Hits: 10

RONIN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MAJOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Squid

Bhaskar is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Ronin Wounded Roll: 1d5 = 5

Ronin is WOUNDED!

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@Gauthier VS. @Cirilla FOR caladan cove
— RESULTS —

Gauthier Hits: 4 + 4 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 8 luck = 31
Gauthier Dodges: 1 + 1 + 0 + 3 + 2 = 7

Cirilla Hits: 4 + 0 + 2 + 5 + 3 + 6 luck = 20
Cirilla Dodges: 4 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 2 = 13

Gauthier Successful Hits: 18
Cirilla Successful Hits: 13

GAUTHIER HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR CALADAN COVE!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Squid

Cirilla is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Gauthier Wounded Roll: 1d5 = 5

Gauthier is WOUNDED!

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5years, no bonus.


Fatigue would settle over him, weighing him down and making his limbs feel overly heavy, but he would not stop. He could feel his opponent shift, just so with the shove Ronin gave. His claws would reach, tearing into the right brow of his opponent before deeply dragging down. The warmonger felt the give as he reached the eye socket. He could have curled his claws, flexed his toes and taken he eye, but Ronin did not…instead he would just cut into the eye, blinding the man and leaving him with a nasty scar as the warmonger’s claws continued the descent down his cheek.

Once more Ronin would shove, this time, to push the larger man away with another roar-like snarl. A snarl of triumph and victory. It was also a message, fuck off. Lips curled in a snarl as he would shift, free of his opponent, it would take only seconds for him to come to stand slightly off center from his wife and @Artemisia, eyes narrowed at @Bhaskar as he stood protectively next to his pregnant wife. Blood would drip from his wounds, but he ignored it, seeming unfazed as his adrenaline still pumped through him. What one would see was fatigue. He was tired. Exhausted. Despite that, fatigue he would after a few breaths lift his skull high- as a King should. Turning away from the broken man before him and then first to his wife. Are you okay? He would ask @Nephthys, worried, gaze raking over her (from what he could see being so near her). Gaze flicked fleetingly between the two women curiously…was he interrupting something?

His attention would after a moment shift to the ruckus of his pride. It seemed the Savante were struggling to control Dragos…his brow furrowed, a low rumble in his chest. What was going on? Get him back home.He would rumble as he approached the dogpile of Oasis lions, an order, though he was sure that was where they would be dragging him anyway. There would be no more fighting today. Especially not with the Bluffs….unless they started it. Regardless, just in case @Dragos managed to get free of Alexander, Ronin would place himself between the intended target and the blood lusting Savante. Though he was sure there were plenty to defend the Sovereign (if she didn’t defend herself), he hoped this was a message to the Bluffs leaders, this was not tolerated and the beast would go through the Oasis King first to get what he wanted.



--note: Ronin is standing defensively between Dragos and Louve, facing Dragos. He's also tired and angry- talk to me before fighting him.--

Shock. Man, it's a bitch, isn't it?

Eyes barely have the chance to widen, brain hardly the chance to register what's happening, before his jaws clamp around her throat. It's something she'd never even considered a possibility, and now that it was her reality, Csitri wasn't able to quite grasp how to feel. Everything went by too quickly, a choked, gurgling gasp leaving her mouth only for the bruising and puncturing grasp to be loosened.

Dragos pulled away, realizing what he'd done before she herself could. Her blue and green eyes are nearly bulging from her head as she stares back at him, mouth gaped. She watches as he collapses, stares blankly. The feeling of hot, wet blood is vaguely felt dribbling down her neck and into her thick chest fur.

Csitri stumbles back, maybe running into someone, she's not sure. But she's off before much else can be done. Blindly, she staggers away from her family, from her crazed brother. Ears flatten against her skull and tears stream down her face while blood soaks her pale fur. Nothing and no one else is registered in her mind as she ducks her head and runs from the chaos.

Going, going, gone. Off to collapse in a heap and process just what had occurred. Process the fact that perhaps @Dragos had well and truly lost it.

She doesn't like it here.

When she'd awoken from her nap to find that not only dad, but Alastor was absent from the mountain as well, it had seemed only natural that Maven would follow. It was dangerous away from the pridelands, after all. Nero didn't often escort them to the outside territories not as a group, and that meant that her brother might've been all on his own. Obviously, she couldn't allow that to stand! It was a perfectly reasonable reason for her to hop the borders too. A necessity even!

And if she deviates from her brother's scent trail every now and again, poking her head into every suspicious looking thicket, rock formation, and rodent burrow for some sign, anything at all, of their long-lost mother, anything at all, well...that was just called making the best use of her time. It's a worthy cause.

Here though, where the grass meets the sand, Maven has lost her brother's trail amongst the crowd of angry voices. Something's wrong here. Everything's wrong, actually. It's too noisy, too busy, too unfriendly. The urge to find her dad and brother overpowers her instinct to flee, but she regrets it the moment she steps forward into the chaos. She's forced to squeeze her petite frame past rows of massive strangers, occasionally dodging stomping paws, indigo pelt prickling at the waves of tension rolling of off so many unfriendly faces. Do they even see her?

If mom is here, Maven is beginning to doubt that she would ever know. At this rate, she might not even find her brother!

Briefly, she thinks she catches sight of uncle Ronin, and she opens her mouth to call out. But...he was stained with red, the features of his scarred face set too hard and scary. She doesn't approach.

Just when she thinks she might drown in the heavy atmosphere, she finally sees it - a flash of pale fur and pink skin as familiar to her as the shape of her toes. She runs to it, only to be drawn up short when the scene is fully unveiled to her. Nero too, is caught up in something more vicious than she could ever have imagined. (So this is what 'dangerous' really means.) Why? Why is this happening, Why isanyofthishappening-?

With wide eyes and folded ears, Maven stumbles back, casting her gaze about for any semblance of safety, for something, anything to anchor herself against. At long last, she finds it in the form of @Alastor and @Hector both, and she sprints to them without a second thought, seeking to press herself against a familiar pelt whether it be striped or purple. She'd thought before that she might berate Alastor for disappearing once she'd finally found him, but those words have long since flown from her mind. What's happening? Why is everyone so...angry? Even to herself her voice sounds smaller than it ever had before._{BG — ART — CODE}

Astarte sent a glare to her eldest son, "Get home now." Not only had he disobeyed his father, but he also let his opponent escape, and that infuriated the warrior in her, she snarled a bit at her youngest son, too much like her, too much like Adalwolf. "Finish your fight, get your ass home." She snapped, going to set off to the side to protect her children, for once it seemed Rusalka had listened, and this sent a small sense of pride in her, and she kind of wanted to run it in her husbands face.

Her eyes drifted to @Adalwolf and his battle, her claws dug into the earth below her, knowing he could hold his own, and yet she still wished to aid him, her attention turned to @Cassandra, she must be the Sigrun jarl's mate. She would store this information for later, keep the card stored in her deck until the time was right, then she would tear the Sigrun rats down, and bring glory to her married name.

Things started coming to an end, and her attention was called towards her brother, and his victory, the lioness gave a congratulatory roar, hailing the king as he still stood, pride echoed through her voice as she snarled at the would be usurper and her allies, "Fugi prada mică." She sneered, stepping forward to stand beside @Gauthier, eyes hellbent on the prey before her.

/Exits via Staying Put

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It is madness and Florentina can hardly focus on what is happening around her. Only that @Dragos has gone mad with rage, and even the dogpile of family members upon him could hardly stop her nephew from moving. What would come next nearly stunned her to her core, everything was happening in slow motion as he lashes out, teeth clamping upon @Csitri's throat as if she wasn't his sister, "No!" Florentina shouts out, lurching away from @Valerian's side to make a beeline past the other bodies and towards her niece. All too quickly things are escalating, but just as soon as he grabs hold he releases her, and Tina finds she can breathe a sigh of relief. Csitri darts away through the crowd and it's all that Tina can do to follow after her. "Terád keje mindnyájan!" She curses at the group of Wolbrons, for had they not provoked Dragos and perhaps none of this would have happened to begin with! She shoves past bodies, eventually finding Csitri in a collapsed heap. "Nézz rám!" She says with convinction, kneeling slightly so she can peer at Csitri's neck. There were light punctures, but the blood was still flowing freely down into the thicker fur upon her chest. "Hadd segítsek." She says softly, and though she was no healer she knew as much as to coat the wounds with mud, in this instance to stop the bleeding.

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*Get scorched all of you.
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