Alizabeth's jaws somehow barely scratch the bitch, and her uppercut flails and claws hit instead of the punch. Mildly confused, the wartorn Valentine doesn't falter for more than a second before those jaws are trying to snap toward that offending paw, attempting to wrap around and lock onto the limb that was coming at her. The claws rake at her flesh causing lengthy lacerations along the side of her neck. Blood trickles and musses up the stark white of her coat, matting it even as grass and dirt began to cling to her limb. This didn't mean shit, she was scrappy as fuck, the pain only pushed her forward.

Alizabeth vs. @Reah
For Minor Maim
1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 12 + 13 + 15 + 4 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 2 + 15 + 19 + 3 + 16 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 10 + 16 + 1 + 3

define your meaning of war, to me, it's what we do when we're bored

table by sentinel / art

Her attack at the woman’s neck was successful. However, her opponent was quick to get to work. Alizabeth’s jaws open up and get a hold of Reah’s right arm. Irritation flowed, once again finding her already scarred arm in the jaws of another enemy. Reah wouldn’t let such an attack stop her however. She was never going to back down from a fight, no matter the outcome. Pain blossomed upon her arm as teeth broke her flesh. With her eyes narrowed and her ears pinned against her skull, Reah reacted with instinct. Her large dark jaws opened wide. The Queen then attempted to bite at Alizabeth’s right ear. Reah vs. @Alizabeth For Minor Maim Round 2 / 4 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 1 + 20 + 4 + 10 + 16 + 5 + 8 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 18 + 15 + 13 + 12 + 9 + 6 Luck: Rolling 6d20: 18 + 4 + 12 + 17 + 1 + 7 +1 Luck from Lead Scout being present

art by vasilia | code by scorpixia♡︎

And there he was, Mr. Tacky Highlights in all of his colossal glory. Orson's nose crinkled as an intense wave of dislike washed over him and he glared at Aestrios with distaste. It was nothing personal and yet it was - the usurper had only done what ever usurper before him had ever done. But he had taken Lorien Plains, his home, away and not only that but he had upset Anniston and that was even more offensive to Orson. And now he had taken Anniston, evidently holding her prisoner. He didn't know the guy, didn't even know his name... but he hated him nonetheless.

"I mean the Princess." Orson spat, eyes flashing dangerously. Aeistrios continued, driveling on about some sort of political bullshit - claims of innocence, demands for payment, threats that essentially fell on deaf ears as Orson's anger multiplied. He blood was boiling by the time the purple guy quit his yapping, and Orson was about to snap back when a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

Orson glanced behind him to see that his mother and father were there, and Orson was emboldened. 'Just fuckin' fight' she said, and Orson felt his pulse quicken. He was gonna kick this guy's ass for hurting Anniston, for insulting her and for running his mouth. He wasn't thinking ahead to any consequences, nor was he worried about the high likelihood that he would lose to the much older and more experienced male.

A few of the King's lionesses showed up and they started flapping their snaps as well. This never went over well when his mother was present. A Valentine was quick to talk shit, and even quicker to retaliate when someone else did the same. And in the blink of an eye Alizabeth was doing just that. The two lionesses were quickly locked in battle and Orson watched for just a moment before his head snapped back towards Aeistrios and he began to advance upon the king.

"Fuck your price you piece of shit!" Orson snarled as he broke into a run, demonstrating the nasty language that he'd learned from a young age but had usually kept so neatly wrapped. But in the end he couldn't change who he was, and he wouldn't want to.

Orson would charge straight at Aestrios and throw himself bodily at him, forepaws lifting with an attempt to wrap around whatever he could grab and dig his claws in if he was successful. Just like when he was hunting, and dragging down large game. Gaping jaws would snap at the purple guy's cheek if he could reach it, but in reality the bite could very well miss its mark due to the somewhat sloppy nature of Orson's impulsive first attack.

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@Orson vs @Aestrios
for @Anniston
Round: 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 3 + 17 + 7 + 9 + 20 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 12 + 20 + 13 + 14

But I'm going to want you till the stars evaporate We're only here for just a moment in the light

Khadi was late to the commotion, but it was better late than never right?

The young lioness rushed to get to the scene, finding a mix of familiar faces and those she had never seen. Intrigued yet with some weariness Khadija got into a tense posture as her eyes lingered through both fights, there to asses any resulting wounds out of both, Aestrios and Reah. Both were important in her eyes, nor only were they her leaders, but they became her reason to work on her skills and become something important. She sat down near Renfri and watched, keeping an eye on the others that seemingly came with the trespassers. "Miss @Renfri do you know any of these lions?" She asks, curious to know if the heiress knew of these intruders.

+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (Aestrios vs Orson)
+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (Reah vs Aliza)

code by corvus

Backup swiftly arrived for both sides, the political intrigue behind this interaction catching Ahyarë's keen interest—so much so that she almost misses @Renfri arriving, her gaze turning toward the familiar Heiress. A small smile crept upon her lips, tipping her head in a respectful greeting toward the leader. We didn't have to wait long, she replied to her initial inclination, watching as @Alabaster came in support of his wife. The tension seemed to grow, the continued pressure mounting on either side threatening to burst; until it did, as @Reah lodged her warnings to the trespassers and @Alizabeth reacting violently as a result.

The Tollaire hastily got to her paws and stepped to the side, hoping to avoid the lumbering bodies as they collided across the battlefield. And though she easily could have thrown herself into battle against the great hulking beast of a man who accompanied the smaller, scarred woman, Ahyarë knew better than to throw herself into a losing battle. No, her wits would be better saved gathering information from the sidelines, readying her claws only for if (or when) the command was given to launch into battle.

They're clearly familiar with the prisoner. A lover, perhaps? she replied to @Khadija as the woman strolled up, but left most of the explaining to the woman who knew it best; Ahyarë was still new enough that she did not know the circumstances that had come about Anniston's imprisonment. Speaking of—where is she?

Renfri had always questioned the Queen’s judgment, her method of handling things. After Vermeda had attempted to steal her at the Obsidian Hollow challenge, the language Reah had used alluded to fear, of viewing the Brook as some great threat to their safety and wellbeing. It had rubbed her the wrong way, to feel as though she were being painted as some damsel, but now it seemed she had swung far in the opposite direction. She arrived and immediately began speaking, her words attempting to match the venom of the little pale thing on the sidelines. Stoking the flames of already brewing tension without stopping to assess the potential hellfire it could rain on them. Right on their own borders, where their children could wander into the chaos and get swept up in it if they weren’t careful. Her shoulders were tense, but her lashing tail was the only other outward sign of her irritation as she watched the first battle unfold, not surprised that it was Reah’s blood that spilled first. The original challenger spoke again, clearly too riled up for words to get through to him. He came here for a fight and wouldn’t leave without one. Her attention was pulled away briefly as @Khadija came up on her and @Ahyarë with a question. She shook her head. “They’re all strangers to me, but they smell of enemies, and they threaten our borders. My main focus is on keeping the pride and those within it safe. I suspect more of them will come, and it could get ugly fast.” A warning to them both that if they didn’t want to get pulled into anything, they might want to leave the area now.

Art & Code by Vasilia

He wasn’t expecting there to be chaos upon the grounds of his new home. At least not so quickly, but that was just how the world worked sometimes. Arriving just in time to hear @Renfri speak of the strangers smelling like enemies he could only assume she was speaking of those that didn’t smell like the plains. "M'lady. If they are enemies of the pride is it safe to assume they can be forced out?" He asked as he came to a halt near the lioness’s side. He stood not completely next to her but slightly behind. Ears pinned into his mane and eyes squinted into narrow slits. He wanted to impress his fellow pride mates. Also the troublemaker of his youth was peeking its head out a bit.

( Hyacinth is open to fights. )

Art by Kim | Code by Zodiac

Ah, the sound of a scuffle on home soil had become a frequent thing to hear. The brute was drawn from the other side of the territory. He had made haste, but still used caution in case any had laid in wait to ambush those on their way to aid the others.

He arrived just in time to hear @Renfri and @Hyacinth. It is the brute that Henrik chose to come up beside. His muscles tense in the situation as he had to mentally prepare himself to fight. ""I'm yours to command."" He did seem to favor her over the ruling pair- words that would never be spoken into the air. He would toss his bulk at anyone she chose.

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I hear the war raging all around me; Somehow I feel like I was born for this

I can taste the fear but I choose courage

code by corvus

"Speaking of—where is she?"

"It's me, the big, bad intruder," came Anniston's announcing interjection as she attempted to come up along that younger lioness' free side in a casual sit. The frigid crack of her voice betrayed her grogginess – early morning hardly the born-royal's hour of choice. Orson always had been more of a go-getter than his lavish friend, usually either to her benefit or, in this case, to her annoyance.

" – Not even the cub-threatening one, just the one they could get their paws on. I'd put her in your cache, at this point," the teen grumbled, shooting a sideways glare at the smaller queen at the subject. Her stomach simmered with growing malice for the entire situation. She had lain awake each night playing it over again in her mind – playing out how adults bullied and bludgeoned her into getting their way. Even Olive, once ivory-clean, now appeared tarnished in Anniston's mind's eye. She had never been a pawn to be commanded, and she was sure she was not about to start.

Not even for her.

Her heart thudding in her chest, the yearling gazed out over the grassy, pastel sky scene with a quirked brow and a gaping yawn to try and clear her drowsiness. There among the Lorien narcs were the forms of two familiar figures – Orson's parents, she thought, with Alizabeth already locked in battle against the darker of the plains queens. Something about it warmed her chest: perhaps a kinship she had not placed or had forgotten. It was something she would do – something she had done, throwing herself at someone who dared threaten Orson's safety. So much and so little had changed since then.

Anniston looked upon him at last. Already he was throwing himself toward the equally-gigantic plains king, his growing mane flying with the wind of his momentum. Her heart felt like it might fly right out of her chest at the sight of it – at all of these lions gathered to witness his gallantness. How bold! How showy! The girl kneaded her toes where she sat, unaware of the crimped smile that had creased upon her features.

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|| march y10 | 1y - 10m | LP prisoner | at lorien plains | @Orson @Ahyarë @Renfri ||
+5 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (Orson/Aeistrios)
+5 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (Alizabeth/Reah)
+5 - Meet a new member of your pride (Ahyarë)

coded by flea + background credit

His attention was pulled from the boy, and settled upon a raggedy looking lioness, covered in scars and even some teeth sticking out from a scarred lip. Aeistrios narrows his eyes, and internally he sends a prayer to whatever was above that Sayne, his white-pelted wife, did not end up looking as beat up as this white-pelted lioness here. He'd be throughouly devasted.

She had a mouth on her, too, and spoke as if she knew everything - ran everything. If she wasn't such an eye sore to Aeistrios, perhaps he would of claimed her, kept her prisoner here to teach her a lesson. But he had no desire for her, and rather lifted a brow in subtle amusement at her show of 'force.' He peers back to the boy, then, the son of her. "Does you Mother always have to vouch for you?" No longer was he impressed by the yearling - his strength didn't come from himself but rather from his Mother, and the rest of his family that seemed to show as well.

He noticed @Ahyare as well, glad she was with @Renfri because she was also a pretty-pelted lioness, he didn't want to see her harmed either. Aeistrios was starting to like her, grow fond of her - while scars wouldn't ruin it he didn't want her suffering the pain. Things still seemed under control to a degree, which he was thankful for. These were Summit lions - Brook friends, and enemies to them in that relation. It could become a mess here and after all the intruders they had, Aeistrios realized they actually needed to be smart. He could handle this one fight with the boy, humiliate him in front of his over-bearing Mother, and be done with it while doubling his price and going to get himself a nap after it all.

Then, @Reah arrived.

His ebony wife had no fear to the tension - no hesitation to the drama, and her words fly to the white woman, edging them on while also defending her home. Aeistriso couldn't blame her, but as @Alizabeth launched herself to his mate, he knew things would be getting out of hand now.

Nothing could ever be so easy for him.

He glances to @Renfri , knowing she would handle whatever else might happen, and he is glad to see more of the pride showing and coming to his wife's side in support. He isn't able to focus upon them all much longer, for the boy finally found his balls and began the fight.

Orson charges at him and Aeistrios does the same - meeting him head on as they collide, and he feels the throb of pain from Orson's body already flourishing across his chest. Orson's paws wrap around him, claws digging into the tender skin behind his shoulders, and fangs tear at the skin on his cheek as he pulls head back from his jaws, avoiding letting him get a grip. His own paw lifts then, and Aeistrios attempts to slash at the boy's side with unsheathed claws.

Aeistrios vs @Orson
for @Anniston
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 13 + 10 + 19 + 4 + 7 + 2 + 3 + 17 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 17 + 5 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 14 + 20 + 12 + 5 + 9

+1 luck due to lead scout present.

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