Yes! It was sudden relief whenever she released his snout, the stinging still there but grateful he didn't have to inhale anymore of her breathe. Left forelimb wrapped around her, Vulferam feeling his claws dig into her skin. He felt a wave of confidence shoot through him, and just as he were about to strike toward her neck he feels a shove of her chest into his own, causing for him to huff out a breath and take a step or two backward. It made his leg fall from her neck and left forepaw hits the ground. In a last ditch effort to show this woman why she should have just minded her business, Wolf attempts to strike towards the woman's face with open and hungry jaws. He didn't care what he landed on, he just wanted to make her remember him.


Vulferam vs @Azula
for keeping Siofera prisoner
round iii/iii
hits

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 20 + 15 + 4 + 16 + 6

dodges

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 2 + 5 + 8

luck

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

ART BY SPU, CODE BY DEE

i'm ready for the fight, and fate

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of death, war, etc

If he had a choice he'd have seen them both dead. If he had to choose he would have much rather seen the wife win over the husband. In the end it didn't matter; Alaric had no say in the workings of destiny. Except that he very much intended to play his part to the bitter end, and vowed to see the bastard Saxe's life end one way or another.

As for his precious daughter? Alaric was even less inclined to let her follow after her father, now, and once again attempted to bodily block her. "You'll not leave with him," he growled, and while he felt some flicker of sorrow for the girl's loss he reminded himself of his hollow wife at home, at the scars his daughter would forever bear. It was enough for him to shove in to her space once more, to attempt to push her towards the Mire, away from the home full of monsters.

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Alaric vs. @Reina
for Reina
3/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 15 + 8 + 14 + 3 + 18 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 11 + 8 + 1 + 16

image by cloudy, code by corvus

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of death, gore, trauma, distressed cub, fainting, hyperventilating

The stranger continued to push her away, and he spoke to her. However, she ended up ignoring him. Her soft chocolate eyes were locked on the body of Renfri, the gore and the lifeless body burning into her memory. Her body trembled, and she couldn't help but begin to feel hot, and her stomach began to turn.

"F-fine," she finally spoke to the Ecrosian. "I-I will go," she added. "B-but y-you're gonna have to..." She stopped and turned away, beginning to gag. As much as she wanted to vomit, nothing came up, and she was left hyperventilating. "C-carry me," she finally said. She cried and then she felt her vision begin to blur, she shook violently and then her body slumped over. Her body and mind couldn't handle the traumatic experience, and so, her figure fell to the ground.

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Reina forfeits to Alaric.
[ exit Reina via unconsciousness ]

art by drifty | code by scorpixia♡︎

No. The single word caused Elaine to seethe at the yearling. So bold did she think herself to deny Elaine what she had earned. Her claws sliced into the thin flesh of the yearling's side but the little fish was quick and Elaine's teeth snapped closed on air. The yearling moved under Elaine and as her young claws sliced lightly into flesh, Elaine reached down and attempted to bite down hard on her back left leg. Hoping to have enough force to break the leg and end this little annoying show right now. Elaine is slightly aware of the female's body stop fighting the male and fall to the ground but she doesn't think much of it. The outcome would still be the outcome when she handled this annoyance.

Elaine vs. @Seifrienriosa
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 13 + 3 + 2 + 20 + 19 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 14 + 16 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 12 + 3 + 14 + 6

OOC: sorry its so blahh brain cells are dead today

Art by Lars

There is a desire to match the intensity @Elaine had as Seifri became locked in battle with her, but the panic that clung to her chest seemed to be like boulders weighing her down in her movements. Instead, she kept finding her gaze swinging to the fight of her parents, obviously distracted, a desperate gleam in her optics to see what was happening to her mother. She felt her focus forced back to Elaine, and Seifri snarled out of frustration - feeling her back leg crush and break under the force of her jaws. Agony filled her, and yet it wasn't anything compared to what she felt when @Setri 's scream broke the skies.

Everything in Seifrienriosa changed in that moment.

Her head whipped around, and it was then that she saw her father thrashing her mother's body; a body that seemed suddenly smaller than it ever had before. Then the crack echoed; a sound that would haunt her every night to come following this moment. She tenses, eyes flung wide as tears already spill down the abyss fur of her cheeks. MAMA! The cry broke her throat, draining into the air as a breaking echo that sobbed with defeat underneath. She gave into Elaine without thought, her brain unable to work or comprehend the fast pace of everything and all the changes being forced on her now. Renfri was alive though, her chest still rose and fell, and she gasps aloud in terror as Aeistrios moves to her mother's mouth and suffocates her in a sickening manner.

NO! NO! MAMA I NEED YOU! A wail, and she tries whatever she can to move closer - even if she was only inching across the soil under Elaine, even if she wasn't making any real progress. "PLEASE!" A beg, and she finds her sobs wrenching in the direction of Elaine now; Please... please let me go to her. I won't fight anymore, I promise. Power, dignity, and pride was all thrown out the door as her mother's life was stolen away, and Seifrienriosa was left with nothing but an empty void of a heart. She would be prisoner to Wolfbron for the rest of her life if it meant she was able to touch her mother's warm body before it was overwhelmingly cold and dead.

Dead.

Renfri was dead.

Her mother had been her everything - ever since she was but a small cub born into a new life, she'd been there each step of the way. Raising her, providing for her, tending her; soothing her on nights when she'd be scarred or pushing her on days she wanted to see Seifri do more, be more. Seifri had always looked up to her and admired her, and while they had their falling outs and arguments here and there; nothing was a big enough wrench to drive away their special bond.

Aeistrios had proven to be the wrench big enough, though.

Hatred wrapped around her throat at the thought of her father, and she doesn't even pay mind to where he might be dragging himself off to. Let him die and bleed out, let the enemies swarm him; it would be better than the fate Seifri would bestow upon him for what he stole from her. From her siblings. Damn the reasons on what happened between them; death had not been the solution, and yet he did it without thought.

Helpless, desperate, and breaking - she awaits to be released so she can spend the final moments at the side of the one she loved the most.

seifri forfeits the fight

ART BY SPU, CODE BY DEE

and we don’t need saving

We’re hell raising

One of her children had gone missing and due to her last encounter with missing children, Ygritte had taken it upon herself to go looking for her daughter. Blindness was both her weakness and strength but Ygritte prevailed and followed the scent @Damali had left behind. Yes, she had spoken about Cassandra and that they were positive things about her cousin but as Ygritte got closer and closer to the watering hole and found the sound of fighting her heart raced. Why did Cassandra lead her daughter here? If she even knew that she was being followed to begin with. She stood in her spot and began to dig through the rest of the crowd until she found Damali and moved towards her. Brushing against her daughters side, Sweetling, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. Even as a medic Ygritte hadn't joined in the fray. Her place was at home where the injured would eventually return. But then her ears flatten at the sudden sound of a child wailing for their dead.. mother and she finds herself in a slight panic. Memories of Nymeria's scent and limp body cascading around her as she dug her claws into the ground.

code by corvus / image by kim

THIS THREAD HAS REACHED
WAR STATUS!

— A war is underway between the factions of
Andal Oasis and Illyria Summit, Ecrosia Mire & Allies —

If happening on a pride territory, this is a reminder that trespassing increases your character’s PVP by one level.

Please remember to read the fight rules on wars, raids, and the fatigue system here, and to post all fights in Fight Updates so that they can be properly logged.

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@Etain VS. @Setri FOR Minor Maim
— DEFAULT —

Due to Setri choosing to forfeit the match, this fight has defaulted.

Etain HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Minor Maim!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @AbjectTerrier

Setri is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Etain Wounded Roll: 4

Etain is WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of November 30th, 2023, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

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 goes by. Whichever come first!

@Alaric VS. @Reina FOR Reina
— DEFAULT —

Due to Reina choosing to forfeit, this fight has defaulted.

Alaric HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Reina!

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 goes by. Whichever come first!

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Astarte feels the familiar form of @Alaric press into her side, the crimson woman moves to gently brush against him, showing her support, her orange gaze sees his grin and she can't help but feel the excitement of the incoming battle. She can see the emptiness in his green eyes and her claws dig into the earth beneath her, a gentle growl rumbling in her throat as she looked back to the pair fighting.

""I thought you would want to see this for yourself.""

His next words have her stiffening, lip lifting up into a slight snarl, her fur rose along her hackles and up her spine, ""I am here beside you Alaric, I'll go however far, I'll do whatever must be done to see him beneath our fangs. I swear to you, we will find a way to tear him limb from limb and bathe in his blood."" She seethed beside her king, for the things he was going through, for what this bastard had put his family through, she would not rest until Alaric came out on top.

She follows his eyes to the girl being attacked by the same woman that had taken her tail, though that mattered not to the lioness, at the moment, all she felt for @Isla ♔ was pride, excited to watch the Illyrian heiress tear into the plum bastards child. ""I'll drag her back unconscious if I have to."" She snarled a promise, muscles tensing as battles rose up around them, her body was tensed and coiled, ready to spring forward like the string of a taut bow.

Her gaze settles on a younger cub, the scent of the Andal king strong on his coat, her head lowers as she smirks and then she is lunging, strong legs carrying her towards the cub. ""We will rid this land of his seed!"" She roared for all of Amaryllis to hear, her jaws opened as she neared the cub, attempting to wrap them around the scruff/mid section of @Reistrios spine. Being an adult lioness, it would not be hard to find some kind of purchase on the small cub, though she wouldn't count her chickens before they hatched.

@Astarte vs. @Reistrios
Theft
Round 1/ 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 1 + 19 + 16 + 18 + 13 + 6 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 1 + 16 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 19 + 17 + 16 + 20

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