There was no missing her voice - @Anniston 's - such a pitch was familiar for only her. He listens as she joins their little reunion party, and his singular optics settles on her while a knowing smile lifts the edges of his lips. "You hurt yourself." Aeistrios retorts at her, because it had been her own fault she ended up Prisoner. Did females really deny accountability so bad?

And yet - she doesn't strike at him. She strikes at Kian instead - her brother! Oh this was just making everything better, and Aeistrios is renewed with a sense of energy at the revelations in front of him. Violarum makes it a strong point that Aeistrios was alone here - rocking from the force of his shove, but the Plains male doesn't falter. Claws smack into his chest, shoving him back equally like Aeistrios had done to him, and he plays along into it by taking a few steps back - as if he might be giving in.

A mocking pout, a glance flicking to Kian - "Yet somehow your son and I am on the same side." He states, attention falling back to Violarum. "And he's right - she is harmless. She is of the band, anyways - " as if not truly being an Oasis member may sway Violarum. "-but if you take her you'll be seeing a lot more of me. I've liked our distance." A scowl, and Aeistrios attempts to extend and shove his weight back into Violarum with the help of his paw, trying to push it against the Plain King's shoulder.

He wasn't trying to shed blood or even fully battle the male, oddly enough. Perhaps it was because exhaustion was taking hold of him completely, and he knew it would be a loosing battle - or maybe he understood no matter what, Violarum would be walking out with his little doe today. No matter how much energy he did or didn't conserve. Lest Violarum shock him by being Noble.

Aeistrios & @Kian vs @Violarum
for @Bordeaux
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 20 + 19 + 6 + 9 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 17 + 5 + 8 + 4

** - 1 hit , -1 dodge for fatigue
** barb perk to fight again after losing a fight
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the woman's lips peel up into a snarl and though karsa's ears flatten, stance widening in case of an attack, he can understand where narsil is coming from. couldn't be too safe with kids around, especially in such a situation. the orders are snapped to him quickly and the children peel away into the jungle one after the other. "yes ma'am!" he exclaims, gaze sweeping over the challenge one more time to see if anyone was headed their way. it seemed he wouldn't need to carry one out but he could help protect them, at least. karsa hangs back as narsil departs to ensure their backs are covered. with the woman and the children now gone, the dirt covered savante boy turns to watch the fight that has broken out amongst the lorien group, recognizing his friend violarum amongst their midst. the males begin to shove at one another and violarum lands a hit on the oasis king's chest. suddenly, a seemingly related scuffle is breaking out amongst a pair next to them as well. karsa pauses, sitting to watch the fight for some time while he ensures narsil and her children's safe retreat.

observe a fight (aesterios vs violarum)
karsa is observing a fight and covering narsil/the kids' exit, his scent/coat is covered

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The fight seemed more of a distraction for the brute than anything. He could not throw his weight where he truly needed it while it was in a current scuffle with this female. She remained latched into his thigh despite his want of it. He could feel the blood as it trickled down to fall upon the dirt at their paws.

His own teeth manage nothing more than to rake across flesh- along with his claws. He would feel the irritation as it bubbled up in his chest. However, she was soon throwing herself toward him. While it forced him to stumble to the side, he would use this chance to try and rip flesh along her rump with his still-parted teeth.

@Sarsaparilla vs. @Henrik
DOMINANCE
Round 3/ 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 4 + 10 + 9 + 15 + 19 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 6 + 4 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 17 + 10 + 20 + 2

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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

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(2/2) +5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds
(2/2) +5 Observe a fight (luther vs bruno)
Fights erupted everywhere, Vincenzo's attention shifting from place to place. There was so much bloodshed, so much war that he wasn't too sure that he should stay here much longer. A presence is felt beside him, causing for his skull to snap in the direction. Purple eyes land upon the figure of... family? Did one of his kin pluck him out of the masses? The Savante says nothing, only stares as @Constantine, unsure on if he knows this lion directly. Memories of his life before being captured was all but a blur, the pain too much to overcome more than enough times.

Gaze flickers back toward the ending pride challenge, watching as the wounds from each opponent dripped blood to the muck. Vincenzo stays silent as the challenger tries to make a break for it, and with a sharp inhale of breath does the beast decide it is time for him to take his leave. He needed to get away from the chaos lest he fell into it himself.

exit Vincenzo.

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Fissure seemed to have time enough to get to his feet, expecting @Rainer must have gotten his vision distorted by the cold mud he had flung at his face before. Regardless if that was the reason or not, Fissure was back on his feet and moving again.

Not daring to take his eyes off of Rainer for more than a few moments, eyes would dart around quickly. He would note the retreat of Luther, and with his abrupt departure, an end to their contract. "Time to withdraw my Crows." He called out, eyes quickly returning to the lion in front of him.

He had various cuts and would likely have bruises after this, but he was still fighting fit. Given a further surge of adrenaline, Fissure would try and end this fight as quickly as possible. He would swipe at his face, hoping to perhaps blind the lion on his left side, or at the very least leave lasting scars there, anything to bring his assault against Fissure to an abrupt end.

With that, he would take the opportunity to withdraw, though not before flashing his teeth in a snarl at the muddied lion before him.

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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He could feel the teeth in his wrist begin to slip. The hold they had finally loosened, to the point that he was able to pull the limb back, away from the vicious youth. However, in doing so, he managed to deepen the already bleeding wounds, making him hiss before the wind was knocked out of him as he fell back onto his rump and grunted. His expression pinched in his pain, he lifted his mangled limb, his paw trembling from the trauma it had suffered. A voice — hers — briefly caused his eyes to turn on her from behind the white, twisted forelock that had fallen across them, nose wrinkled. “Because I refused to hurt you?” he grumped at her. He wanted to caution her that she would live a lonely, miserable life if she treated everyone so viciously, but he doubted she would heed his warning. She would have to learn that lesson on her own.

The weasley yearling began shouting at the retreating shadow of a pale lion, and while had no idea what she was saying, he realized something: the challenger was fleeing. @Bruno ♔ had won. Quickly, Tai rose to his paws and staggered several steps away, putting distance between himself and the nearest body — which happened to be @Runa — to search for the victor. A dark, incensed question cried out — Who? — and caused his head to swing around, the dreadful tone pulling his racing heart into his throat.

He found him then. He found him mid-stride as he bore down on her — the yearling who had mauled him. “Bruno— !” came his breathless plea, little more than a strained choke. No, nonono — okay, yes, maybe having her hide whooped would teach her some manners (though he rather doubted it), but not here, not now — not when all Tai wanted was to spirit him away, take him somewhere private so he could fuss over him. That, and repreminding Runa so viciously in front of everyone would only draw attention to them. Surely there was a less dramatic way to inform Amaryllis that they were going steady now.

The lunch he’d had early threatened to spray across the ground. He could feel it rising in the back of his throat, his nerves turning his stomach inside out as the words echoed in his head: You fucking touch him, I touch you. And, of course, the understandably confused Him? that followed. Yes, him, the sorry excuse of a man. Tai swallowed thickly, his ears turned sideways, head lowered. He stood there, flushed under his mauve coat, looking awkward and somewhat embarrassed — bashful. Yes, him.

Runa referring to Bruno as a child did not escape his notice. He heard, too, what Bruno spat at her. The language was unfamiliar to him, yet the tone was telling enough.

Too focused on Bruno, Tai missed how @Amara instructed @Elaine ♔ to watch over him, and it was only when the dark, speckled lioness began to approach did he look her way. “Uh— ” he began, sounding as unsure as he looked. He sensed no imminent danger in her advance, and it was only when she joined him that he recognized her scent. She belonged to the same pride as that other girl — the one Runa had tried to attack.

“Uh, sorry for, y’know … that,” he mumbled, nodding his head toward Runa.

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The pride challenge turned into much more of a shitshow the longer she sat there and observed. And as much as she was a figure, sitting on the sidelines awaiting her turn to get in on it, she realized this was much more about the Mire and the Saxe, and much less about her family or its ties at all. She didn't know any of these animals enough to throw herself into the fray.

And as much as she'd prefer to remain and watch eyeballs get ripped from their sockets, or yearlings get gravely injured for attacking mates, she simply decided this wasn't her place anymore. Adalwolf was her only tie to the Mire, and he was gone now. Astarte quickly became an object of Rainer's, and that went beyond every fibre of Valaine's being. She was not a thing to be owned, and she would not defend another woman who allowed herself to become that.

Valaine decided then that, if summoned, she would heed her family's call, but otherwise, she was done with them. She would not follow Astarte to the Mire, and she would not put her life on the line for petty things such as... whatever this was.

With a pointed huff, Valaine stood and stepping over some gore in her path, weaving around another who stood in her way, she exited the Mire and the wargrounds. /exit

the dark can leap and fall upon you

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As quickly as things escalate it seems that the fight slows down, time itself slows as the fight comes to an end. She watches @Luther ♔ fall and it feels like everything is moving far too slow before it speeds back up. Eris watches almost in horror as her father leaves, he turns tail and abandons them all. Anger rages within her, the fucking coward! He was so quick to gather them, to demand loyalty without even saying a word. But when everything crumbles around them, when it really matters, he leaves them to pick up the pieces. Eris glances beside her as @Diomedeidae tells them to run, even so she feels her paws rooted to the ground. Suddenly @Emory is in her line of vision once more, the high-pitch white noise in her ears drowning out everything around them. She feels clammy, she feels like she can hardly stand. She tries to focus on her brother's mouth as he yells at her, but just…get out of here. Please. He says and Eris glances back around them once more, at the bodies all over the Mire. "Vat about you?" She whispers, tears welling in her eyes. How could she leave him here? But Eris knows, she knows that she needs to go before it's too late. But yet, Emory has been the only family she has ever had. The only stronghold. She could not leave him, not now. "I can't. I can't." She whispers, "Not without you." She is determined, she is final. She stands tall and resolute beside him, she could not leave. Not yet, she'd see this through with him, they were not to be apart from one another. She would not be a coward like their father.

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She will regret her rampage later, that was for certain. And yet the Reborn could not think of consequences. When had she ever considered them? Even marching toward death, she’d always regarded the glory. Nothing else but the glory. To rise and slaughter Sigrun had been her one goal in life, even if she lied, more often than not, that motherhood came close second. But there was nobody to answer to now. Why? Half of them were dead, and the others thought her dead.

Being dead is such a wonderful blessing.

It was her moment, her time – and so despite the bruises flaring angrily across her shoulders, despite the pain of lacerations and bite marks, she grinned again. To feel every muscle, every fiber, work harmoniously together in one savage goal was better than any glory she could have. She could feel the air burn in her lungs, and the winter winds bite at her exposed flesh. Pain was a pleasure.

Being alive is such a wonderful blessing.

Her talons slashed across his face, tearing through bunched flesh that protected Bruno’s eye. Her paw sought to return to the ground, she had better use of it there. It was time to change her tactic, and so she chose force instead of threat. Her head sought to lower, turning as she sought to ram her forehead into Bruno’s oncoming jawline to try and deter his onslaught.

His shoulder slammed painfully into her own, the ache doubling and certainly worsening, a bruise to bloom bigger and bigger beneath her thick fur. She staggered back in the snow, her balance shaking as she sought to maintain it and to crumble here and now.

Runa vs. @Bruno ♔
for Major Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 3 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 10

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 8 + 20 + 3 + 1 + 5 + 9

Lead Scout Perk: +1 luck to all pride-mates when fighting on their pride territory (must be present prior to the start of the fight).
Other: Dice adjusted per fatigue system (-1 hit, -1 dodge).

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+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)

Pleasure sprawls throughout her as the first drops of metallic liquid drip onto her tongue as her fangs sink into her opponent's left shoulder. Her claws only rake Io's side as she manages to move enough to avoid the full force of the blow. Amorette is now stuck into a tight dance with the much smaller female as she feels her opponent regain the hold she had at the base of her tail and thighs. Amorette cannot do much to avoid the painful stings she feels due to their proximity. Instead, she would keep her body in a tight arc and release her jaws from Io's shoulder before sitting down rapidly. She hoped it would cause Io to be uncomfortable and release her grip. In a swift movement, she would once again throw her left front paw out at Io, but this time in an attempt to slam in into the smaller female's lower hind legs in an attempt to knock her off her paws.

"SPEECH"

@Amorette vs. @Io
For Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 15 + 13 + 9 + 1 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 20 + 13 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 5 + 3 + 9 + 11

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