Violarum is quite certain he is the product of envy here in this war, with his two beautiful friends woven neatly by his sides. He rumbled merrily to the pair of them, standing tall and manly in their feminine presence. @Olive's mention of no friends draws a scoff, for he is sure they both know the answer to that.

"That's us," he mumbled to his queens, almost reluctantly as Bruno reigned supreme over his sibling and commanded his allies do something. Take them all, he commands. Violarum's ears perked, feeling the spur of adrenaline from the ongoing battles slither slowly beneath his flesh. Had it not been for the contagious atmosphere he might have remained uninvolved.

"Her," and he would stand to step away from @Halimede and Olive, roughing his own shoulders up a bit as a haphazard snarl rolled in challenge and he gestured to a pretty in pastel woman nearby who had fought an Ecrosian lioness, easily assumed to be opposition.

Violarum vs ???
for @Bordeaux
Round 0 of 3

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ooc:


The sight of his youngest siblings waddling into view made him flex his claws into the earth.  He kept his vision steady ahead of him, if he didn't draw focus to them they should be ok. then the bright colors of the middle sibling let him know Pompeii had arrived, and soon a familiar growl overheard among the chaos let him know that Narsil had arrived. He met her gaze if only briefly while he turned his body to try and put his large frame in front of them. As they slipped away he began to move, inspecting each observer with a glare of judgement. Who was ally here and who was foe? And who the fuck had zero control of the crotch demons? A lip peeled back in annoyance watching the preteens fight like they had a glory in this. Pathetic.

Bruno’s words rose over the chaos of the jambled fighting and Livyatan's gaze fell to @Luther ♔. Though his face remained neutral there was a brief flash of sympathy, he could not signal handingly turn against the entire Mire and expect mercy. Not from Bruno. With a heavy sigh he turned and began to pace looking for a target to seize. And for a moment he hovered above the warring cubs wondering which one would like to see more of the Mire? on a personal level...


Livyatan is open to fights please discord ping me though!!

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Exhaustion and pain wear thin on her, and she cannot even think to see how the fight for her home is going- to see if Bruno will reign king or if the strange male will. She is so focused on the fight that she is- the three of the strangers against she and her sister. When the cub she turns on ear is clawed, she isn't ready for the younger child to be so fast and teeth clamp painfully into her paw, just as teeth sink into her left shoulder- from her original target. Odette snarls, turning her head to bite at the female who's jaws were dug into her left shoulder- hoping to bite into her head somewhere- while she aims to rear up, and lash out rather blindly with her other paw (the one not in Leiah's jaws) to slap wildly at the young cub. Every move is slowing, and everything is a blind reaction to pain and rage. She can't even think of her sister and whom she's fighting- the other cub. It's just... this is a lot.

Odette & @Ciara vs @Siofera @Leiah @Refieron
For Theft of Siofera
Round 3/3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 15 + 11 + 20

Dodge:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 15 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 10 + 1 + 11 + 12

ART BY KIM, CODE BY LARS

The drums of war echo in the heavy thud of his heart and oh -- he can taste victory. It pours down his throat and fills his belly with copper and the Starke patriarch knows the thrill that comes every time he fells an enemy. A feud is birthed, one that will grow with coming knowledge and will not end until one of them ends. Aeistrios has come to the Mire and tasted the bitterness of failure, of loss, and Alaric flies high with a unique satisfaction.

When he feels the bastard falter he does not back off but instead pushes further, determined to make his victory crystal clear. He wants nothing more but to mark the asshole for life; he might even crow for his death if he had been a younger beast.

Instead he pulls his left claws from the ground, rising half in the air, assuming his right had found hold on Aeistrios left shoulder. Attempting to land them on the asshole's right shoulder, to hold him in place so that he might exact his true revenge. With a vicious snarl he clenches his teeth and jerks his head back, abandoning the shoulder he had hopefully shredded. Wasting no time he strikes like a damned serpent, using any pause he might find, and aims for the Saxe's right eye.

Oh, and he knows his aim is true when he feels his lower teeth sink in to the eye socket, curving ever so perfectly around the eye. It is squishy and repugnant and the second he rips it from its place he spits it on the ground. Between the shock of losing the eye and (likely) Alaric's pressing weight on his shoulders Aeist sits back on the ground, evidently stunned. The Starke lands heavily back on the ground, and only then does he realize the chaos around him; realize, too, that Bruno was crowing his victory.

A bloodied grin is directed at Aeistrios, then, as he takes a single step forward, looming over the bastard. "You picked the wrong fucking side," he snarls, green eyes narrowed with a poisonous hatred, "now get the fuck off my lands before I take the other one." A pointed look at the eyeball that lay on the frozen mud, before he lifts one paw and slams it back down right on top of it.

He does not look away, not yet. He does not tune in to everything that is exploding around him. Alaric has eyes only for @Aeistrios, clearly determined to see the Andal King out.

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In dark reflection of her temporary relief came a snarl off her right side. She surmised he was angry at her cowardice. At her foolishness for attacking him - the cowardice for doing so from behind - the sheer audacity of a lioness to attack a male - and further from that, by now, he must see her inexperience and see her weakness. That was why he snarled. Frustrated by the softness he couldn't touch? By her priority at minimizing her own injuries? All selfishness enraged men. All indication that she cared anything for herself. She knew she ought to be reckless, savage, Rike, and there was a cold calculating Rike inside her telling her to keep going.

She whined, ashamed. She expected him almost to yell at her to face him. But no - via her grip from her jaws she knew his movements were repeating, again trying to disrupt the soft fur of her right side with those ugly battle scars, and again - although she knew the savage route would be to back up and end this circling charade - she simply tried to keep her jaws clenched upon his thigh meat and circle close, side to side and head to tail. He couldn't bite her face when it was biting his butt. He could scratch along her right side, and did so, his claws trailing downward and catching on the previous wounds to tear a wider pocket amidst the furrows. Jaws bit higher, canines puncturing down along her upper ribs, needles through the skin. She could feel the give. She tried to plant her paws to shove her body weight sideways into him. Wasn't much room, didn't have good footing, it was more of a lean. She wondered if she was close enough to whisper. If he was listening. Maybe she could beg. But she wasn't that desperate. This wasn't that bad. It had just been a while since she'd needed to.

@Sarsaparilla vs. @Henrik
DOMINANCE
Round 3 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 14 + 6 + 20 + 13 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 5 + 8 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 7 + 11 + 20 + 4

OOC: gonna do my best with this. it may be a little all over the place *french

@Sébastien's voice caught her off guard as he spoke and shared what was shared. Her hackles rose as her golden gaze looked at the brother who thought even less of them. He was clear about his line and while Amara would have rather him fight anyone he could she understood. *Protect the young ones then. She flicks her tail and feels that @Tripfire was there, watching her back. She gave him a small nod before her focus was again on what was happening. Amara's tension rippled through her body and she wasn't ready for the soft voice of @Ghyslaine to join the sounds around them. How long had it been since she saw the lioness? Wasn't she dead or lost or something? She looked her over for a long moment, unsure why the lioness had landed herself here at her side. Andal and any who stand with the pale lion who is fighting. She answered the question with an edge of an un asked question lingering in her tone. why are you asking me?

@Evren listens to her and @Manon was taken away from the fighting kicking and screaming about it. Amara didn't care. Protecting the youth would always be something she would do just about anything to do. She didn't notice anything that may have been going on with her granddaughter and the boy. There were far too many other things to focus on. @Louve ♔'s answer matched her own and she gave a small nod as Louve let those around them know what the plan was. They would fight. They needed to be smart about it.

@Elaine ♔ arrives in silence but Amara feels when she shows up but it is who shows up next that catches Amara's attention fully. The scent of the Summit is hard to miss as she looks to see @Isla ♔ and Elaine talking? She turns to look at @Louve ♔ with a questioning look. When had those two gotten friendly enough that Morrigan's daughter felt safe enough to get that close? She blinks a few times before @Roussel pulls her attention. She gives the boy a long look before she nods. *Pick your target well. We will likely be all fighting soon and unable to protect you. She would always do her best but there was a chance that he could be snatched up. She keeps an eye on the fight with the lion that had stopped the attack against her granddaughter, she would need to make sure that he was thanked.

The end of the pride challenge catches her attention and she lets out a roar as Bruno turns away as the winner. He had won. His words rise over the rest of the chaos. Wolfbron. Pick your battles. She releases them into their fights. Whoever it is that they want. Her gaze sweeps around as she looks for her own but stops as she seems how @Bruno ♔ reacts seeing @Tai hurt. There was something there, Amara didn't know what but if one member of the Mire had been so willing to attack allies and then one of their own, it could happen again. Elaine. She says sharply. Protect him. He protected Faustine. She didn't care who her daughter was talking to, things needed to get done.

A slightly familiar male finished his fight with a Mire lioness and seemed to have won. Amara charged toward @Recluse, her intent clear. He wasn't leaving with the lioness. He may not leave at all. She snarled as she neared. You will not touch another member. She came at him head-on and attempted to claw into the right side of his face as she slid in the muck a little as she tried to slow herself down a bit. Why the hell did anyone think this was a good place to live?

Amara vs. @Recluse
Dom
Round 1 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 13 + 10 + 5 + 11 + 18 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 9 + 12 + 11 + 7 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 17 + 19 + 4 + 10

Moogle gave me the ok to post before Recluse posts._{BG — ART — CODE}

( Technically she can be claimed/made prisoner but I ask you talk to me first if you want to do that. I won't refuse but I'd love to plot around it instead of her just ending up stuck somewhere with nothing there to do. )

The lions crash and one, the one Eris has marked as father, falls. The other brandished his victory and by decree ushers and wills the crowd to violence, to further fighting. Dio shuffles closer still to Emory and Eris, unsure this means for their future. What they will pay for the sins of their father... And Dio is left with a split second to choose. Guarantee her own best chance of escaping this and getting back to her family, or helping her friend. Cassi. Eris. She can't get either face out of her mind and she lets out a low whimper.

The choice is impossible, but one that still must be made. Burdened by guilt she can only look to @Emory and @Eris both as she began to back away and turn to take flight. Run. She whispers to them. It was the best chance to do so. Words left her lips, her face turned wracked with guilt. And then thin blue legs begin to carry Dio away and back to her father and little sister. Potentially abandoning the young woman who has shown her such kindness to the machinations of her father's war. Maua forgive my weakness.

/Attempted Exit

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GUARDING ROUSSEL'S REAR Tripfire waited feeling tension in his body while he waited, his yellow eyes flicking across the battlefield. He hears @Amara give a nearly grown boy, see teenager, permission to fight. And Tripfire moves to settle behind @Roussel and grunted to the boy, "Pick your target. I got your back." he said then as Amara would give the Bluffs permission to attack he waited for the teen to charge. He would bring up the boys rear and protect him as much as he could until he was engaged in his own fight. Tripfire is open to fights please ping me on discord

Art and Code by Cloudy

+5 Practice the skills of another trade (outlaw: Witness drama between prides (ecorsia Mire vs Andal Oasis)
+5 Practice the skills of another trade (sleuth: Remain undetected in a large thread)

'My my, we do like a party here don't we?' the strawberry woman had been drawn in the sounds of the warring lions, the scent of blood in the air was hard to miss. At best she had thought, no she had hoped that it was just some high tension over a large meal. Apparently not. when she reached the borders of the Mire she paused to roll in the muck upon the borders. Maybe she would find family here? Not grandfather Caligula, but maybe someone else? But she knew better than to try and cross someones pride territory without at least attempting to disguise herself. It was just a good thing she didn't mind getting dirty when needed. And so the strawberry colored lioness would move now along the brush surrounding the fighting groups. What the hell? Were those children fighting? Elyse muffled any sound of disgust, it sure seemed dad had not been kidding when he said to come here cautiously. Crouched in the brush she kept her body low and to the ground not wanting to get on the wrong side of someone here.


Elyse is attempting to hide and observe

code by flea, art by irish ♥

Fissure was growing tired of this brute and the thick mud that currently encased much of his body, save for his stomach and face for the moment. He worried he might be pushed deeper into the mud by the larger male, and though it was a low blow to aim for more delicate areas, he could think of no faster means of discouraging the lion from remaining on top of him.

As he had hoped, Rainer would remove himself instantly, not without unnecessary remark, but at least Fissure would be able to move again. Ignoring all the painful scratches, unable to properly get up before the beast lunged for him again. The weight of a paw would come down on the side of his skull as he turned his head to the side, a blunt force that set his ear ringing and head throbbing. He didn't think anything had been more than painfully bruised but he could not be sure till he was back home. Claws would then pull downwards to leave cuts along his lower cheek before becoming entangled in his mane, which protected his throat at least.

In a final effort to remove the beast, Fissure would attempt to scoop mud into his left paw and fling it at the lion's face, hoping it would find the intended mark and obscure the lion's vision. Should it hit or not, he would use his remaining paws to violently shove upwards at whatever might be within range. He hoped not only to shove him back, should he find purchase, but also leave deep cuts in his exposed underside.

He would try to get up from the mud then, before another hard blow came down on his head.


Fissure vs. @Rainer
for Minor Maim
Round 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 19 + 14 + 16 + 3 + 2 + 8 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 11 + 5 + 10 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 10 + 17 + 7 + 20

And I'm feeling good

Birds flying high, You know how I feel, Sun in the sky, You know how I feel, Breeze driftin' on by, You know how I feel, It's a new dawn, It's a new day, It's a new life, For me

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