The chaos of the Mire isn't lost on the Rainforest native, and as Taraji makes it to the borders of the strange territory- she remains on the neutral land, standing in the brush where she can crouch and watch. She doesn't know what exactly is going on... but it seems like a lot. The familiar form of Kireena is battle with another, and cubs are running this way and that. Her paws itch, but she isn't sure what to do, or if she should involve herself... so she remains hidden and observing the fights around her. If nothing else, she supposed she could learn- and as a call for death comes between two males- she watches them enraptured.

Taraji is observing but welcome to interactions.

+5 observe a fight (ghys x kireena) +5 observe a fight (alaric x luther)

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Elaine heard the call from their ally. Promises had been made the last time they saw the male and Elaine was keen to keep to it. She would expect the same from their allies. Elaine called to the Bluffs to join her if they wished for a fight. She wouldn't force any of them into the fight but hoped that enough of them were looking for a reason to wet their claws with blood. It has been so long since they had a good fight. She slipped out of the Bluffs and headed, once again, toward the Mire.

She arrived to see that some fights had already started. Morrigan was in the middle of what looked to be a nasty one, once again. Her icy gaze quickly found @Isla ♔ and before she truly knew it, she was near her. She didn't get as close as she felt herself being pulled to be, unaware that Isla may not want her near after what happened at the Brook, due to her family being close to her but end up standing a bit away from Isla. She shoved down the feeling of wanting to brush along her coat again. To be close enough to see the colors of her eyes. Nope she was here for war.

Her gaze flicked around, looking for a target, looking to see who needed to be removed from the pride and who was causing issues. Elaine didn't know enough about the members to know which ones belonged and which ones didn't. She watched Alaric who was looking to remove his son from the earth. Elaine studied the pair for a moment, would her mother have taken this step? Would her sister now if one of her own stepped out of line? Elaine could feel the thrill of a potential fight thrumming through her blood, it was only a matter of time before she added another win to her tally.

Art by Lars

there is nothing more to say. for a girl who has lost everything, the prospect of losing her father feels like another hit to an entirely numb chest. she cannot care - will not care, until the fight is over.

despite her own freedom, magdalena knows the fight isn't over. she's seen not hide nor hair of her sister or brother since the escape and can only assume the two of them are still stuck in ecrosia. besides a quick detour to the lagoon to join, the yearling had lingered not far from the mire's borders, ready to bolt to anyone's aid should they attempt to escape. instead, it seemed her father had plans to end their problem more permanently.

as more calls start ringing out, the stärke girl is quick to make her appearance, eager for another fight despite her barely healed wounds. faintly, she notices @Melusina crossing the borders, absently registering the call for her sister's freedom. sharp eyes then turn, moving over the field of fighters before landing on an opportunity. the girl's muscles bunch and push forward as she rockets towards @Xaphan, attempting to stop @Laurel's escape. she doesn't know either of them, but faintly recognizes the girl from events around the pride before luther had come for the throne. remembered the way xaphan had prowled around the escape a few precious days ago, clearly looking for anyone to stop.

as the man reaches forward to try and grab the child, magdalena is there just seconds behind a plains lioness. while @Ghyslaine aims for his right, magdalena's jaws snap in an attempt to sink into the left side of xaphan's neck, trying to tear the man's jugular from under his flesh. her momentum has the girl slamming forward, aiming to collide with the full weight of her body into the mire man's left shoulder. if she could not help her father, then she would help this child.

@Magdalena, @Ghyslaine, & @Laurel vs @Xaphan
for aiding laurel's escape/dominance
i of iii
hits:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 3

dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 10 + 20 + 3 + 4 + 13

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 1 + 13 + 9

coding by daanyen | art by rabbit

So many bodies, so many scents. Eris was easily overwhelmed in crowds and this was pushing her limits. But her loyalty to her vater was rock-solid, she could not deny any of his wishes. If he decreed that they were to stop the prisoners, then she would have to do just that. For the beginning of this war Eris had skirted through the shadows, like a ghost floating across the land. Her emerald gaze was wide, her face gaunt and ashen. It did not take her long to find @Luther ♔, fighting with her grandfather. Part of her knew, that this was not just a simple fight. This fight was for more. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, her throat felt too dry. Tears welled as emotions boiled within her, but her gaze moves. @Emory, where was he? And already she found @Runa entangled with an opponent of her own. It made her feel numb, isolated. Her body trembled, heart continuing to race.

Absently Eris moves through the throw of bodies, moving nearest to her brother once she was able to locate him. He stood before @Odette and @Grimm, and she could see the fondness in his gaze towards the blue yearling. Her voice is shaking but she raises it loud enough for her brother to hear, "Tue, was Vater sagt, verlasse uns jetzt nicht." Do as father says, do not abandon us now. She says, glancing once at Odette and Grimm before pushing past her brother, her gaze focused elsewhere. She had to block out the sounds of her family, she had to focus on her own task. She narrows her attentions on a rather loud yearling on the sidelines, hollering rude words about @Toblerone. Her, it would have to be her. Eris approaches head on, her gaze locked onto @Valka now as her tail tucks lightly. "Zat vas not very nice." She chides before she is rushing forwards. Eris was not a fighter, she did not enjoy fighting, but this was her command and she must obey. Immediately she closes the distance, rushing the fellow yearling. Her left shoulder would quickly jut outward, attempting to slam into Valka's chest to hopefully push her backwards. Her right forepaw would then swing upward, attempting to hook her claws into the meatier portion of the left side of her neck with a snarl.

Eris v @Valka
For Dominance
Round 1 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 11 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 8 + 18 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 3 + 1 + 6 + 19 + 15

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Medic/Bard Exp
+5 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds (Luther v. Alaric for Death)
+10 - Participate in a raid (EM v. IS & Allies)
+10 - Witness an event worthy of making history (Luther v. Alaric for Death)

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The lanky yearling had no true intentions of fighting in this war, but where his mother went, he was sure to follow after. There was a sort of palpable tension in the air that hit you abruptly as soon as you entered the scene. Jude was likely the last of the children that @Léonie planned on joining her, but hey - he was all for shaking things up a bit. His gait was a saunter as his hips swinged, bringing him in languidly alongside his madre. His posture was relaxed, for the most part, which was entirely typical for Jude. But that lilac gaze of his was sharp; when he noticed the Mire King snarl at his mother he was quick to step slightly in front of her. His posture stiffened, his own lips peeling back in an answering snarl. His protective stance only softened once the man was wrapped up in his own battle, good, serves the fucker right. "So, we pick someone and beat the shit out of them? Or wait, we scoop up a little baby that we find and carry them to safety!" He was talking full on strategy now, his gaze glancing around the numerous bodies gathered in this hell hole. "That fucker won't make anymore of those faces at you again mamá, Lo prometo." I promise. He says directly to her then, before he steps back just a smidge to offer her a little breathing room. His gaze was split between watching the death match and searching for anyone that needed aid, if he could help he would. Let this be marked down as a day for the History books, the day that Jude Miroslav becomes a Hero.

*Jude is available to aid any prisoners!

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Bard/Beatnik Exp
+5 - Attend a challenge (Luther v. Alaric)
+10 - Witness an event worthy of making history (Luther v. Alaric for Death)
+10 - Participate in a war (EM v. IS & Allies)

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Sevasti had never seen such amount of chaos in her life, not even her siblings were capable of this level of crap. She had barely been here for a few days and this soon they were met with war and shit throwing. "Mother?" She looked around until she spotted her fighting a fat lioness and a brat. She kinda wanted to help her but knowing she would be scolded if she did she was forced to eat up the desire to aid. Her mother was more than capable of fighting on her own. But could she? She looked around, wondering if she too could kick an ass or two..so unafraid she stood there inviting ruckus. She sharpened get claws, feeling big and mighty like her mother. // Open for theft and fights +5 Observe a fight (Sersie's fight) +5 Sharpen your claws

ART by DAWN AND CODE BY SHAZ

The downside of using her jaws to attack was the inability to make witty retorts. So she only internally called the fleeing lioness fat. Fangs hooked around a bony hind leg that continued to struggle in her grasp. Toblerone tried to keep up and jerk her skull downward, attempting to pull the leg from under @Ciara. But of course she must be continually hounded in her most bountiful and loyal efforts! for here came someone smelling of the Plains, which was about as opposite of the Mire as you could get, and Toblerone only wished she could catch a glimpse of her to better accrue clever insults for later. But the angle of approach made that difficult. She heaved a huff of disdain, forming the word Coward in a difficult to distinguish grunt. She stumbled toward her left, sustaining a moderate bruise to her right shoulder and a glancing slice across the upper right side of her neck.

@Ciara @Olive vs @Toblerone
preventing Ciara's escape
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 12 + 5 + 9 + 10 + 11 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 15 + 20 + 17 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 2 + 11 + 14 + 7

drag my teeth across your chest
to taste your beating heart

An anger swells and she grasps hold of it, reveling in it's familiarity. It is a pleasant comfort despite it's burning heat and with it as her companion she stalks from the bluffs towards the mire. Once friend now enemy, their longtime ally uprooted by one of his own flesh and blood. The white beast that sat upon the thorny throne must be vanquished, and she would be there to aid the retrieval of all that he had taken.

An eagerness stirs in her chest at the call for Death -- head whipping to study the wheat Starke that sought to bury his own son six feet under. It was a troublesome thought, one that she rolled around in her mind as she drew up beside Elaine. "Je ne sais pas si je pourrais.." I do not know if i could.. she murmurs to her night-sky sibling, sharp claws flexing at the soft floor of the mire, so vastly different to her own stone throne.

As chaos erupted there was only one small problem -- Louve was unsure of who, exactly, needed their aid. So for a moment she pauses to watch, to sus out the one most in need of help, before she threw herself in to the fray.

-- louve is looking for a fight --

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To look upon him now was not to see an old King. It was not to see his scars or his flaws or the way that his back sagged. To look upon him now was to see Alaric Starke in all of his glory, standing in the kingdom that he had formed with his own paws. While the Mire had existed long before Alaric staked his claim it had been a Starke stronghold for so long it was almost impossible to imagine it as anything but, and he had spent more than a few hours of his patrols fortifying its borders.

He stands on the familiar ground, now, with his head held high and a blazing fury in his eyes, erasing the dull emptiness that had seeped in after so much loss. Now is not the time for weakness or pain, it is not the time to bend before the white beast he had created.

Now is the time to prove the might of the Starke lineage; now is the time to right all of his wrongs.

(he puts away all thoughts of the small boy he had loved so dearly, of the fiery child that he had molded in his image. he refuses to think of those times, now, keeping his heart well away from his duty)

"Das endet jetzt." This ends now A quiet statement delivered with a curled lip, settling easily in to his defenses as Luther approaches. Brazen and bold and unafraid and he cannot help but think just how alike they still were.

Alaric lunges to meet his son as Luther crashes towards him, swinging his hips to the left in an attempt to keep them more head on and to keep his vitals well protected. This small movement means that they collide nearly chest to chest with the patriarch throwing his weight in to the bruising attack. It nearly knocks the wind from his lungs but he has no time to slow down, Luther's teeth flying towards his neck. His movement is his saving grace for they do not find the hold they were seeking -- instead his son will likely get a mouthful of his thick mane, his teeth scraping only the surface of flesh.

Alaric's retaliation is swift; chest to chest he opens his jaws wide and attempts to use Luther's focus against him, looking to sink them deep in to the side of his face. Simultaneously he pulls his left forepaw from the ground, hooking his claws towards his sons front leg, attempting to cause damage to one of the vital tendons that run up the back of it.

Alaric vs @Luther ♔
for Death
Round 1 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 9 + 3 + 12 + 17 + 11 + 14 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 12 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 16 + 7 + 18 + 6

code by scorpixia ♡︎ & corvus; art by xaronarts

She didn't expect them to fight fair, they hadn't the last time they all came trudging through the Mire swamplands. At first her entire focus had been on @Zahra; when the curly-haired lioness lunged forward Leiah tried to move slightly to her left. It wasn't enough to avoid the hit entirely, as Zahra's teeth sliced into the sensitive skin on her right cheekbone. The yearling would snarl before she would lunge forwards herself, attempting to latch onto the lower portion of Zahra's neck. The ripping of her own skin on her face was enough to cause tears to well into her eyes, but she had to ignore the painful sensation for now. But all too soon she is being plowed into from her left. The hit in her ribcage is enough to knock the wind straight out of her lungs, and forcibly remove her attempted grip on the red woman. She swings her haunches around, now focusing on @Cassius ♔ as she lunges forward with bared fangs, hoping to snap at his face in retaliation.

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(Note: Leiah's first attempted attack was at the lower portion of Zahra's neck before she was t-boned by Cassius. The hit caused her to whirl to her left, swinging her backend towards Zahra so that she could head for Cassius head on, hope this helps for clarification!)

Leiah v @Zahra & @Cassius ♔
For @Melusina
Round 2 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 3 + 2 + 8 + 19 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 11 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 20 + 1 + 16 + 8

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