War was nothing new to the gigantic feline. Everything happened in what would probably seem like seconds to most. But for him it was like slow motion. His good eye rolls over to @Amara as she plants herself over Dragos' little friend. Their matching scent told him all he needed to know. He could feel the tension radiating from @Zsolt, this causing Za'ire to rumble low and deep. His glance toward the Savante clear. Bigger fish were coming. His shoulders shifted and rolled as his bulk prepared for battle.

As Alexander and Dragos preoccupy themselves, attention shifts to @Ryker. Za'ire knew that look. It was easy to guess that the lion wanted in on shedding some blood. His scent matched Levana's so he could only guess he wanted a piece of the Savante Patriarch.

The girl goes down fast and Alex steps away. The General raises a brow but says nothing. If it had been him he would have just snapped her neck and been done with it. But then again Finish What Is Started had always been his philosophy. He had no idea why Levana stood against her own flesh and blood but it mattered not. What's done is done.

Another of the same scent charges Alexander. The grey woman @Isla ♔, who had already been here when he arrived, seemed to threaten the dark and white male. Children soon piled in, mewling over their downed sow.
The tiger moved in beside the Summit Heiress in clear support.


//Open to Minor Maim only//

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OOC: Skipping Hali, since she went inactive <3 The yearling she’d attacked didn’t seem too worse for the wear, or perhaps it was the confidence imbued in her by having her mother as back-up. Sawyer’s ears fell back against her skull, her tail tucked between her legs. I’d have won, the other says, and the freckled girl doesn’t dare question it. She doesn’t feel like a brave warrior. She feels scared and overwhelmed, and most importantly small. So, very small. Like a drop of rain on a leaf or a tiny ant about to be squished by an unsuspecting paw. “O-ok,” Sawyer chirped, and when @Aideen turned to her mother, asking her about her wounds perhaps, a sudden cry reached her ears. Sawyer! And just like that, she feels four months old again. “Mamma!” Sawyer runs frantically towards @Elswyth and meets her halfway, knocking her larger frame into the purple woman’s own. It’s like trying to hide behind a tiny pebble, but it feels like home. Her eyes are full of tears, and she wishes she were small enough to crawl between Elswyth’s legs again. Not that she wasn’t giving it a decent try. “I’m scared. What’s happening?” "Speech" Art by Swan, Code by Swan (fixed by Cala) those ocean eyes

That man, he's a monster

[[tl;dr version: ryker's chuffing for help with levana/the cubs from allies toward the last half lol]]

It was important to give her a chance. To let her fight her own battles - even against those she may have still wanted to call family. Even if he could spot the moment when the battle turned in Alexander's favor, and even if he could guess what the ultimate outcome would be. More or less. Levana's loss, at any rate, though he didn't fully predict her fall. Or the severity of her treatment.

Ryker was not totally aware of whatever else was happening around him, so focused on the fight between his queen and her uncle, pacing a tight path back and forth in an effort to restrain himself. For once. In another situation, maybe he would have given in and joined the battle, but it had seemed an opportunity for her to prove something. That she was strong, that she could handle herself, that she wasn't some weak child to be coddled for the sake of 'protecting her' or discarded for not living up to whatever expectations.

@Tiamat's voice broke through the focus with her offer of healers, but all he could offer was a nod - accepting and, maybe later even thankful. For the most part, however, his focus had narrowed down to a singular fight as he paced, waiting for his opening.

And it ultimately didn't matter whether Alexander chose to show whatever he thought might be mercy, or that the man seemed surprised at his own actions. Ryker had really meant to charge the instant things seemed finished, but the sight of his queen collapsing had him frozen for a precious second that would allow @Rainhart to act first. With a frustrated snarl he even took a stride or two toward the pair to join in before a small voice stopped him in his tracks.

'MOMMA!'

Time seemed to slow as he planted his feet in the sand to halt and turn, the fire of anger in his veins turning to ice in a shift that left the bottom dropping out of his stomach. Fuck. At least his time in the oasis had helped him learn how to navigate the terrain, which meant his sudden rush to his wife and son's sides was not the clumsy affair it could have been otherwise.

They'd been so careful to keep the kids home and safe, Ryker hoping to keep them secret from enemies long enough that they had time to learn to defend themselves and grow large enough to do it, but here he was faced with the collapse of that plan and the new and exciting horror of watching one, two, three of his children appear within enemy territory. Was this really what it felt like to fear for someone else's safety? Gross. Like a stomach full of live snakes. That all wanted to crawl up and out of his mouth.

Fuck.

"Haider-" a glance toward the others as his daughters, too, arrived, "fucking hell, you kids are in so much trouble." A quick scan of the area did not reveal the strange lilac form of their other brother and Ryker could only hope that meant the boy hadn't followed. And that he wasn't hidden somewhere nearby.

And then another, unfriendly, voice.

'You better take her,'

His first movement was to stand protectively over the form of @Levana as his head snapped up and toward the source only to find the surprising presence of @Isla ♔. And...a random-ass tiger? Okay, deal with that later, his gaze settled on Isla herself as lips pulled back to bare elongated fangs, "You have a problem? We haven't done a fucking thing to you." Which was true, as far as Ryker knew, but he'd remember this moment. An unfounded (to his knowledge) threat from what was supposed to be a neutral presence. He'd missed the way she'd followed after Alexander or he might have even assumed it was because of him.

With a moment to collect himself, he managed to shift his mind back to a more practical mode. Anger was warm and welcome and familiar, but it had no place during crisis management. Rainhart was dealing with Alexander, and Ryker supposed he would just have to trust his Noble to do what needed doing. Now, the priority had to be getting his queen and cubs to safety, which also, unfortunately, meant swallowing his pride and chuffing for some sort of help from what allies he did have. He could not carry his wife, and corral his cubs, all on his own. Too many moving pieces. To many places to split focus and leave openings. And why have allies if not for this reason?

Still, his gaze did not waiver from the immediate potential threat that was the summit woman, though his ears twitched almost constantly to various sounds around them, and he was still aware of things in his peripheral vision. If no aid came, all he could do was try his best to get everyone out without further injury.

Hopefully, the cubs would recognize how much danger they were truly in and would help to get themselves out. Punishment could wait until everyone was home safe, and Levana had been tended to. Angry as he was, though, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was time to start their training - they were very nearly six months old now, and obviously more independent by the day. "Haider, Iskra, Abaddon. Go home. Now. Your mother will be fine, she just needs a healer." She was bloodied, but breathing

Revenge would come, but not today. And perhaps not in the form he originally intended once he had some time to think about it. Alexander had many who were precious to him, and many that would make excellent targets themselves. Maybe he even had a wife of his own - and wouldn't that be lovely revenge. Ryker had always been very partial to less direct attacks on enemies; a hurt seemed to last so much longer if it was delivered to someone an enemy cared about, with the clear message it was because of them.

@Haider @Iskra @Abaddōn @'Za'ire'

Made a deal with the demons He's a cold-hearted heathen

code by corvus || sirius-sdz

OOC Note: Please reach out before starting a fight with Adelita - I'm not interested in fighting with her, she is simply looking to help and heal those in WB and their allies.

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She had just been standing nearby to @Amara after her queen's fight was won. "My queen, I can heal whatever wounds you need." She murmured softly to the star-flecked Queen, keeping a careful eye on their surroundings in case Amara got dragged into another fight. She wasn't keen to get an attack aimed at her again. She was a healer, and regardless of what side one was on back home - healers were sacred and not to be touched. Her tail flicked back and forth as Louve's fight continued, as well as the lioness who had jumped in to protect her. Everything was going on at once, and she nearly missed the fight between two complete strangers that resulted in the woman collapsing on the ground.

Everything swirled around her, and she kept a cautious eye around her as she took a careful couple steps towards the wounded lioness. And then came more chaos - more children arriving onto the scene. The cubs of the downed lioness it would seem. Having half paid attention to the mohawk'd male when he was nearby her own queen, she gathered that they were friendly in some way. So with a last glance at Amara, Adelita would make her way over towards the downed lioness. She heard the words, the ire spoken by the lioness who seemed tied to the male who'd fought the now badly injured lioness. But she would simply continue forward with her task - especially as the male with the mohawk called for help.

"Chiquitos*, heed your father's words. You not safe here." Adelita said, her words spoken in a heavy Spanish accent. Emerald eyes flickered towards @Ryker then, wanting to make eye contact before she moved forward. "I will help move. And then I will patch her up." She spoke simply, moving towards the downed lioness. For whatever reason, she felt like there were many here who would protect her if someone came towards her once again.

*Chiquitos - little ones

actions. "speech."

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The feels a sense of thrill when she slams into the boys chest, his grunt of pain a sirens song to her ears. Helah’s injured ear aims to press against her skull, a giddy laugh leaving her as her teeth found their mark into the top of his shoulder and she bit into the sensitive skin there. The boy is smart though, and Helah appreciates his intelligence and strength, but when he rears up- his weight shifting on his back-end, dislodging her jaws – it is the arrogance she appreciates most. She feels him rear up- and aims to lunge forward, allowing the one paw’s claws to score down the side of her face, narrowly missing her eyeball, as she aims that reckless surge forward.

The other heavily thuds against her back, her smaller frame trying to dodge underneath him, as she aims with gaping jaws for the tender spots of his belly, just above the manhood he surely treasures. She knows that this leaves her in a vulnerable position, and as the paw on her back thuds, it pushes her hips down towards the earth- but her eyes are on the proverbial prize as she aims to bite into the tender flesh of his lower abdominal, should she be so lucky. A move she’s used before on Acheron, and she wonders if the boy will be smart enough to counter it quickly.

Helah vs @Scorpius
For Andal Oasis
Round THREE of five
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 6 + 20 + 12 + 19 + 17 + 16 + 3 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 19 + 13 + 4 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 7 + 11 + 17 + 12

OOC: I really hope I understood/responded in a clear way. As usual my DM's are open, anytime if you need clarification <3

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY LARS

The female was close to Whopper's age, and warlike, but admiration was on a parallel track to the WARRIOR'S single focused brain cell pain train. She saw only an enemy. An enemy preparing for WAR! No greater glee or savagery could stretch across the blank gape of her face. Lips, dry and peeled, had no lenience for a grin. They sagged in places but that was merely age. Her scruff as well, despite its tension and the bristling grease of her mane, showed slackness in loose skin that could not tighten. Age came for everyone but Walpurgis had not yet seen it. Death sat across from her at a bar and offered her a drink and she did not know. She took it gleefully. One day death would slip in a little something something and she could watch him do it and not know.

Thus: as the Oasis hulk threw her forelimbs toward those huggable shoulders, death whispered near her throat and he smelled like margarita vomit. A pressure. A sensation in her windpipe, narrow weak and pressured; bruising to one small specific area where she had been punched, and she was left hacking like a half-trampled accordion, her fangs bared with the blood of a token shred of an ear and threatening to all and nobody. While she tried to recover, it seemed essential to her that she not extend her bite, and she hung jaws restrained despite targets in clear sight. Paws, however, extended claws avenged sevenfold, her left forepaw attempting to slam hard across the back of the enemy's neck as fangs shredded into the left side of her own neck. Weakening skin like lace, and muscles robust like aged leather: skin cleaved willingly, excessively, and pain rent through her entire neck from the fight she could not focus on. Pain. What was pain? It was all pain. It had been too long since her last battle, old friend, and she did not know the friend who sat at the bar across from her now.

@Walpurgis vs @Myra
Dominance / GTFO
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 3 + 13 + 4 + 17 + 19 + 11 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 14 + 5 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 11 + 19 + 16 + 20

It was getting harder to breathe.

Black dots tinged around the vision of Anthonius, and his lungs screamed from being deprived air for so long. Agony was ablaze where the teeth of the enemy were firmly secured at, and even with the onslaught of his claws to Apollinaire's face, the brute didn't seem fazed.

If anything, it seemed to encourage him more.

Anthonius is panicked now; and for once is almost clueless on how to break out of this situation. He can't make any sounds, can't call for help - and so he desperately attempts to raise his other paw, this time attempting to swat at the other side of his face, praying he hit something that released him.

Anthonius vs @Apollinaire for minor maim
4/4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 16 + 12 + 11 + 15 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 2 + 4 + 17 + 11 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 8 + 2 + 18 + 5

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beetle had been content observing. quietly he had planned to take only knowledge and walk away when the fighting either died down or became too much -

and then he spotted the twin forms of his sisters. fearless and alone.

a defensive snarl ripped from his chest involuntarily as he bounded towards @Della and @Daneri, ears pinned back at the fighting around them, now exploding into something bigger than before. another war. "you need to go back home - it's n-not safe here," he hissed. silver eyes flashed with something a little feral as he bristled, loose curls whipping around his face as he continuously looked around, prepared for any stray attacks that might come their way.

double exp from keligan until 13/7:
outlaw:
+10 - witness drama between prides (savante & allies vs. dieudonne & allies)
+10 - learn something interesting about a pride or family
+20 - participate in a war?

The near-yearling would never be surprised by her nearly identical twin coming up to her in the midst of chaos. The two were like insects driven towards a lamp when it came to their instincts with one another's location. They are, she mused quietly to @Della but it wasn't fear or anxiety in her voice but curiosity, rather. Learning from the fights in front of her and wanting to hone her own skills before she turned a year old. Maybe... but they can't all be them... can they? Daneri hadn't a clue as to how extensive a family could really get when hers was just some sheltered bubble out in the Jungle right now. There were only a few of them and she couldn't grasp the idea that they were multiple branches of the tree.

As far as the landscape, though... passssss. WAY too hot. Nevermind the fact that it was the middle of summer and this was the one time of the year that the desert was not the place to be but in reality, if Della were here she'd probably live here too. It didn't take long for someone to show up and leave it be their older brother @Beetle to which Danny let out a dramatic sigh. I'm not leaving, I'm learning. She stomped her right foot on the sandy ground and let her gaze go back to the fights. She wasn't about to let anyone stop her (at least, not yet).

The red brute that had gone after the rainforest woman seemed to have stomped all over her, his body hovering over her with the adrenaline of the fight having finished. Yet, it seemed he paused in his final assault and had turned to leave when he was ambushed by someone else. Someone eager to take revenge. Coward, she thought, going after a target that was already weak and bloodied from a different fight. In another fight, the brown-coated lion is fighting off the Bluffs member with an attempted swing of his claws, trying to brutalize his opponent's face.

What was worse, is that the main event -- the woman seemed to be going for the sensitive skin of the High Sovereign's body. Likely the most sensitive part and Daneri's maw held open, agape at what was transpiring and not sure if she should look away or keep staring. Man, it's gotta be that fam. They were mean and they were ruthless but mother didn't raise no bitch.

on the outskirts, pls no fight but open to interaction!

+10 - observe a fight (helah vs. scorpius)
+10 - observe a fight (apollionaire vs. anthonius)
+10 - observe a fight (alexander vs. levana)
w/ keligan's doubler.

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}

Pure adrenaline was what kept him going, even as the strain of the fight seeped into his bones. A snarl rips from bared teeth as her claws readjust across his shoulders. Newly made puncture wounds leaking towards the earth, mingling with the sand beneath them. Cursed sand. Makes everything more difficult. But there was also something tantalizing about how the blood they shed here today would live in this place forever. And she was a stubborn one, refusing to give up her hold on his back. Even as his teeth graze her shoulder, even still she does not relent on his back. Her own jaws graze down the left side of his cheek, blood beginning to well from the jagged lines left through his fur.

Bending his knees slightly across all four paws, he would once against attempt to knock the lioness off his back. Shifting his body to the side going up once more, trying to use the last of his remaining strength to dislodge her claws. Jaws and claws no longer angled towards her, his sole purpose at the moment was dislodging her from his back. Whether that took her or both of them down to the ground with his attempted shove. He couldn’t stand the feeling of those needle like claws embedded in his skin any longer.


@Jean-Claude & @Elaine ♔ vs. @Kireena & @Teodora
For Dominance
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 18 + 5 + 4 + 10 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 3 + 8 + 12 + 2 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 4 + 10 + 12 + 2

I’m a waking hell and the gods grow tired

But I’ll take a pound of your flesh before you take a piece

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