His head was spinning uncomfortably. Between what Ghyslaine told him and what Leonie was telling him, Alizabeth slipping by and then Tiamat telling everyone to leave except him and Ghys – boy, his head was throbbing. He didn't really know what to say or do at that moment because he was simply trying to gather his bearings and struggle through the murky water. He didn't like feeling like Ghys hadn't told him everything, but he didn't like knowing she was so.. invested with Tiamat, either. Was there anything else that had transpired he didn't know about? Nero had been truthful. He'd hurt her in the process, but he'd been truthful and at the end of the day, done what he'd thought was kindest to his wife. She told him she understood if he had to leave, but he shook his head and came to sit down by her side. "No," he murmured. "I said I was done with all of that and I meant it. Their battles are their own now." Although he felt like she wouldn't be happy if he stayed, Nero stayed and tried to gently lean against her. He felt like he had done everything within his power to show her that he cared, that he supported her. Maybe this would help.

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She collided with him, shoulder against shoulder, a ripple of impact throbbing to warn of the bruising that would blossom there. Lyric smiled with satisfaction as their claws managed to strike against flesh, undaunted at the shift from their intended target. Perhaps that satisfaction distracted them from his throttling skull.

"Ooph!" Lyric grunted as the solid bone of his massive head struck down upon her own skull, her ears instantly beginning to ring even as his fist pummeled into her chin to create an idiot sandwich. The pain rippled and throbbed like hot iron as the average-sized lion wondered if they might topple over with a concussion, though somehow the lights stayed on, and they were not about to complain.

Adrenaline blurring the edges of her vision, the scout quickly tucked her chin in an attempt to counter by latching her ivory teeth around his offending paw with fiery malice. She lowered her own raised paw slightly, trying to carve those extended claws down the berry-hued hide of his right shoulder.

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Lyric vs. @Alexander ♔
for Minor Maim
Round 2 of 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 6 + 4 + 1 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 8 + 15 + 20 + 9 + 3 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 19 + 17 + 18 + 5 + 20

+10 - Intercept a trespasser (Fernweh)
+10 - Intercept a trespasser (Alexander)

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once upon a younger year

when all our shadows disappeared

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Colsun would have been happy to sit there and potato. Really, he would. His interest was difficult to hold and the battle was doing just that, though he didn't miss the arrival of his mother and father. Colsun's ears drew forward as Alabaster called out to him, but the colossal lion didn't have a chance to reply before a familiar voice greeted him. Or something akin to that, he guessed. It was more like a friendly insult. He smiled at @Hubert. Colsun was lazy, though, he would always admit to that.

"I'll fight if you want to fight," he said with a shrug. "Laziness has nothing to do with that. I just don't want to fight you." Because where would be the fun in that? Exactly. In Colsun's mind, there wasn't much of a need for fights.. and then he turned his head to watch as someone barreled towards his mother. Alabaster, too. Colsun sighed. That hadn't lasted very long.

"I don't care about ranks or prides or who owns what." He sat up to scratch behind his ear, turning to watch as his parents brawled. That was gonna get ugly, he was sure. "I don't care who runs the lagoon although I don't like that lady. Just want my family in one piece."

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a land that time forgot for a moment it seems as though she will stop; for a moment, it seems like she will listen. dhaveira lives in this moment, hope against hope blooming in her chest — only for it to be smashed to pieces only a heartbeat later. a cry rises from her throat, caught somewhere between a yowl and a wail as drena’s teeth sink heavily into her paw. a smarter, more cunning lioness might curl her claws right into the offending muzzle but dhaveira can hardly think. she lacks the instincts that others might have, and all she can try to do is yank her paw back towards her chest, trying to pull it from drena’s grasp. alas, this does not work — she does not pull it free, and drena does not let go. instead she’s pulled forward, stumbling in the unfamiliar sand. she’s already dizzy from the head injury and the sudden shift in balance throws her completely off — her paw is still probably in drena’s jaws when she falls, even as she tries to reright herself. dhaveira vs. @Drena for “dominance” ;) Round 2 / 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 14 + 11 + 2 + 8 + 5 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 18 + 17 + 12 + 11 Luck: Rolling 6d20: 3 + 12 + 4 + 1 + 6 + 20

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@Sunder VS. @Valerian FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Sunder Hits: 3+3+2+3 Luck = 11
Sunder Dodges: 3+2+2 = 7

Valerian Hits: 2+1+1+6 Luck = 10
Valerian Dodges: 2+2+2 = 6

Sunder Successful Hits: 5
Valerian Successful Hits: 3

@Sunder HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!

della was watching -- eyes bright and brimming with enthusiastic curiosity -- when all of a sudden the sun disappeared. blinking in confusion she looked up, only to meet the worried eyes of her big brother. oops.

@Beetle smiled at her, though, and she cautiously smiled back at him, before lifting her ears from where they had pressed briefly against her head. deciding that she would just pretend like she was totally supposed to be here she bounced excitedly on her paws. "look! theys fightin!" a wave of her tiny paw, as if he hadn't noticed...

"why's they fightin' beets? whys they so angry?" wide-eyed she looked around at the many, many fights, flinching a little as a spray of blood escaped from one of the combatants. "dats gonna hurt," she commented, watching the current lagoon queen bite in to the neck of the challenger (and not knowing who either of them were).

you know, we're gonna be legends

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Caelum managed to bloody the other male by his teeth and claws etching into the man's white hide. White against Black, they were almost like the opposing sides of yin and yang - except Caelum wasn't fully black-furred, so perhaps that couldn't count here. He felt the male beginning to pull away as he sunk his own claws into the male's hide, and then as if with a rejuvenated fervor, his opponent lunged for him again. They were already in such close proximation that Alabaster only succeeded in pushing Caelum back - but really, he gave the man a good, hard shove with his chest, sending him staggering back on his hind legs slightly. He still had his paws around his opponent's shoulders, and was able to use those as leverage to keep from losing balance. Unfortunately, he wasn't going down.

Caelum's mind was focused on avoiding falling and not quite paying attention to where the white-furred male aimed his teeth. As Alabaster aimed another bite for his face, Caelum tucked his chin to protect his throat, and felt the male's teeth sink into the meat of his forehead, nearest to his right ear. They said head wounds always bled the most, and Caelum didn't know if that was true for the pain part, too, but a hot pain radiated from the area, causing his forehead to feel taut and swollen.

Caelum lifted his right paw from the man's shoulder and attempted to give him a clawed smack in the left side of his face with it - hoping to dislodge the superficial bite. With that, Caelum released his other paw and sought to return all four paws to the ground - should none of them have been caught by the seeking jaws of his opponent.

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Caelum vs. @Alabaster
Major Maim (TBD)
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 16 + 18 + 14 + 17 + 1 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 1 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 3 + 9 + 6 + 4 + 8

+1 Luck from Lead Scout Present

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She was tiring. Her body was beyond its limits, with the birth of her children only days ago and now a fight on her hands. She pressed on - for the sake of those four bundles of fur tucked away in her den and the two that had been buried here. She loved them. She would fight for them. She would fight for everyone under her care...everything she and Tinuviel had worked for.

She was rough with her opponent, but not nearly as vicious as she could be (or would have been if it had been Alizabeth). So though she gripped the girl's scruff hard, she only did it to maintain the hold and keep the advantage. Any other time and she might have considered shaking her head to tear and rend the flesh, but not today. Her shove forward clearly made the girl desperate, at least, and so it did what it was meant to do. She seemed to be in a scramble to both keep her balance and mount an attack.

The girl shoved forward, causing the damage that Tiamat had chosen to avoid. Her teeth cut deeper, tearing, as the girl moved. Not wanting to do even worse to her, she released her hold, raising her head away from the girl's scruff for the moment. At some point her opponent had released the skin of her chest, and now the girl went for her neck. Tiamat jerked backwards, but was not fast enough to avoid the girl as she latched on to her neck, finally gaining some semblance of balance now that she had all four paws on the ground.

Tiamat's own tail lashed back and forth. She raised her right paw and swung it at the girl's left shoulder, hoping to convince her to let go of her neck by smacking her and hooking into her shoulder with those claws. She would attempt to maintain a hold there if she was successful.

Tiamat vs. @Fernweh
for Scilla Lagoon
Round 1 2 3 4 5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 6 + 18 + 3 + 14 + 20 + 12 + 7 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 17 + 8 + 13 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 20 + 8 + 11 + 13 + 18

+1 luck from lead scout being present

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He arrives late to the party but still arrives nonetheless. And isn't this scene one that is all too familiar to the reaper? It is customary, a scene that follows nearly all those that seek to take. Destruction is a faction that cannot be destroyed, yet, instead festers and feeds off of the anger and greed of others. He knew this much to be true, he had been one of the many victims of said greed, and hunger. And he remembers the woman that fights, the same one that had claimed the crown mere seasons beforehand that thrives so heavily in the wills of the wave, and for a brief moment he believes that he can recall her from a time and place far before her reign as queen.

But it is not the throes of the battle for the land that captures the beast's intent, no. It is that of his own impish intentions. The creature that bore from his inky shadows and bled amongst the lands from the very vagrant teeth of that what smelt like his own ally, a friend. It carries an inferred twist within his gut, nostrils flared as teeth unfurl within the cleft of his exposed gum. And of course, his greed works quicker than his thoughts as heavy feet barrage the crowd within a bee-line towards the Starke man with a hardened expression. "@Alaric" It is but a sickly hiss - dripping with venom and a hint of betrayal. He had helped Leonie. Ferried her from the fires within the mire's wake, and now, he sends his men for her? (Or it is what he assumes, unaware of the truth.)

Fuck. No.

You. Spittle dribbles from the exposure of torn lip and gum, the eerie hole exposing pinked gums. A tell-tale reminder as to the battle he had fought upon the borders of the forest, against the woman of chert ambiance and determination. He is yours. And it is phrased as more of a statement rather than a question. Daggers digging through within the deep expanse of fiery eyes and ravenous whim - and there is no care within the world at what the frail woman settled near will think of him. (He wants her to fear him. Wants them to see him for what he is. Not what they have perceived him.) She is mine Maybe not in the literal sense, but she was his. In all senses, Leonie was his shadow. A girl that had become a driving force unto his devilish delusion, someone whom he had considered a friend and family all in one. Válaszolni fog nekem fogak ha elesik. And maybe it isn't wise to threaten the one thing that holds power, especially that one whom he has positive relations with. But he knows, knows that if it were the pretty woman settled upon his side or any of his other wenches he would deem the same injustice. It's only fair. Even if Leonie can hold her own.

1 - "He will answer to my teeth if she falls."

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sluggishness crawled through fernweh's muscles as she attempted to hold onto @Tiamat with all the strength she had. her legs were boneless things, barely keeping the rest of the body up. she had twisted too much of her limbs that it came as a shock that she was still conscious. but fernweh had no plans for if she would suffer any consequences yet, only that she must finish this.

as the cacophony of battles peak, fernweh felt the air move as tiamat swung her paw towards her. fernweh felt her left shoulder being struck, claws digging into her pliant flesh, before she felt like she was being shoved. despite her body screaming at her to let go, fernweh attempted to keep herself chained to tiamat. she attempted, also, to sink her bite deeper into the woman's neck. her other paws were shaking, claws gripping the sands as if letting go will cause her to fall into the dark pits.

fernweh vs @Tiamat
for scilla lagoon
move: 5 of 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 12 + 10 + 15 + 19 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 1 + 10 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 2 + 4 + 6 + 5

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