Her head tosses, further shredding his arm. This brings up a grisley snarl as his bite lands into her skull. From there he would attempt to hold her head in check, to keep her from shaking and tearing any more of him.

Claws hook into his elbow, eyes wincing from the tenderness of the area, his own claws seeking to try and rake down her body, attempting to do as much damage as he could. All around them more battles exploded, the sounds of his aunt and her opponent growing ever more desperate and loud. He needed Isla to come out on top. He could not lose yet another home.


Asbjørn vs. @Arcania ♔
Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 18 + 7 + 16 + 1 + 11 + 15 + 20 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 19 + 3 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 17 + 13 + 14 + 18

Pride Tier 4 Perk (+1 Dodge)
Lead Fighter Perk: (+1 Hit) when fighting on your pride territory

Art by Yumpy, Code by Minxy

The woman would come up alongside him, distracting him, forcing him to pull his attention solely from the male to focus on where she was attacking him. It would have been nice if the girl they fought for had divided and taken on Heloise, but alas…he could not be angry at her inexperience…well he could and was but…that was for another time. He would have to make do. Pain shot through his side as the woman dug her fangs into his side where shoulder and ribs met, he would snarl in pain, feeling not just her teeth but also her claws sink in and blood going down his shoulder and foreleg. He could do nothing though, not with the man having a hold of his cheek. He would have to bear the punishment and hope it wasn’t significant damage later. Lathan felt the weight shift so that @Colsun could bring his paw up and Lathan snarled once more, attempting to turn his skull so that he could attempt to bite into the mans flesh- wherever he could reach. He was not afraid of stretching the flesh of his cheek. Once more his left claws would come up as claws drug down his own face, he would once more attempt to claw down the mans face, focusing more towards the man’s muzzle to try and cause the man to let go of his face. He could, unfortunately, do nothing for Heloise, much as he wanted to cause her to bleed. "Speech." Lathan @Freja vs. @Colsun ♔ @Heloise For Freja Round 2 / 3 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 19 + 12 + 8 + 16 + 11 + 13 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 18 + 19 + 16 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 15 + 11 + 19

Art by Rabbit and code by Shazaki

How long has it been? Seasons have passed and the setting has changed, and yet their violent dance waltzes onwards as if it had never been ended upon the Summit's peak, sharp claws now tangling into the beast's mane to draw him closer while his own talons clutched at broad shoulders in a vicious mockery of intimacy. But of course their tango hadn't ceased back then, not truly - for there is only one way to bring an end to all things. The Jarl breathes still, a glorious truth only highlighted by the bruising ache setting into his chest, the covetous burn of vengeance spreading like wildfire through his veins nearly singeing his own skin where blood drips down his sneering face. Does it taste as sweet upon her tongue as her own blood tastes upon his? He giddily revels in the sharp flavor of copper where it stains pale teeth and pale muzzle, the smug curl of Rainer's lips painted bright red as a growl rolled from his throat as if it was a saccharine purr. "Nur wenn du mich König nennst." Only when you call me King. He would drag it from her bleeding throat while she gasped and choked for breath, if he must. Oh, but if he was honest, he would expect nothing less from the unbowing 'Queen.' An easy surrender had never truly been counted amongst even the greediest of his desires. After all, women were at their most fun when they refused to break. Speaking of fun...@Vermier seemed like a treasure trove, though the Rike can't claim to understand a lick of the ceaseless babble dribbling from unseen lips. He merely knows that the foreign screeching is enough to rile Morrigan, drawing out a sharp cackle from the Jarl as he risked lashing his left forepaw out further, untangling his claws briefly from the thick fur of her shoulder to attempt to carve bloody tracks across the right expanse of the Illyrian's ebony ribcage, almost as if in reprimand. Pay attention only to me, Hündin Königin. The sharp sound of Rainer's dark amusement is only cut off by the press of teeth near his vibrating throat, sharp fangs breaking thin skin in the space where his mane did not quite grow thick enough to hold off the woman's piercing grip. Now didn't this feel rather familiar? Flaring adrenaline urges him to try to turn his skull towards hers despite the threat of ripping flesh, his jaws attempting to sink into the upper right side of Morrigan's neck so that he might wrench her head up and back away from his most vulnerable point. Some mistakes did not require repeating. Rainer vs. @Morrigan Major Maim Round 2 / 4 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 2 + 1 + 5 + 18 + 3 + 6 Dodges: Rolling 7d20: 6 + 13 + 5 + 9 + 1 + 15 + 14 Luck*: Rolling 6d20: 12 + 9 + 2 + 11 + 15 + 8 *+1 Luck earned by his Lvl 5 Beatnik perk in Round 1

code by shaz | art by eightysichs

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

In his splendor he perched, long tongue lolling and scarred lips hitching around yellow fangs. In his eyes, joy at her bitter reply and her offered blood. His face could show little through its knitting of scars but she would know (would know in darkness, silence, and a winter storm) his continued petty joy in ever needling her. Pettiness was the most decadent of sins. For those with time on their paws and few cares. Did it not imply his supremacy, more than any other act? Not that everything he did was not a vile act of superiority, but still.

And still, he had been alert, trusting his ears while his eyes feasted on her maim. A scrunch of sand - near. He hunched his body, ducking, gathering his center of gravity, then splaying toes against the downward rush of what felt like a whole planet's mass. Mire, he smelled. And the individual scent, a stranger. Ah, did he not always attract the envy of strangers! He felt the pressure of fangs twist a bite through his scruff, bruising the skin and fat and dampening several puncture wounds. He felt, less, a weight and pain on his shoulders. Skin bleeding, wet blood like a storm burst. Yes, very wet and tender feeling. He could not yet know anything beyond the pain and the adrenaline to suspect poison.

Front paws aimed to shove himself backward as he fell, his front half crunched toward the sand and his naked hippo ass squirming to try to pull himself out of a pin. Fangs swung around and back over one shoulder to try to slash the lower part of the enemy's closer side.

@Kovirah vs @Vermier
Minor Maim
1/4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 1 + 7 + 2 + 15 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 6 + 1 + 17 + 14 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 7 + 4 + 10 + 18

Karsus nearly had the wind knocked from him from the fall. And all but managed to barely scoot his backside just an inch or two to his right to avoid a rather disastrous clutch to the groin. Regardless, he lets out a hiss at the sting inches from his stones, and lashes out without even thinking.

"Fucking hell at least take me to dinner first you fuck"

Wait. He's in a fight.

Focus you twit

His teeth had let go to speak, and Karsus all but lost his full grip at his opponent. A growl escaped him, pain ran the length of his bits and down his side and leg. The wheat boy takes his front paw and swipes at the sand, upward in a jagged motion to try and blind the other momentarily. His neck lurches up, his teeth snap shut towards the soft supple flesh of his jugular in an attempt to clamp down, through and tear it. His right paw (the one that had tried to fling sand) sought the red flesh of the armpit, tearing down, then up in a J motion.His left paw went right back to the neck, trying to latch himself back into a better position and to try to keep the other from moving too far out of his grasp.

His hind legs tucked and sought to push straight up, and knock the lion boy right off of him.



@Karsus vs @Zaahir ♔
Minor Maim -- cool ass scar
Round: 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 9 + 11 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 20 + 19 + 14 + 4

They will say I have shed innocent blood, but what is blood for if not for shedding?

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code by corvus

Naza hadn't expected a real fight to be brought to her doorstep so soon. The scuffle with the boy back home had been nothing compared to real bloodshed.

And pain.

It was an odd sensation, both delightful and unbearable, as the pale boy's teeth sank into her own flesh. He was stronger, bigger, hungrier than her previous opponent. Dare she say she found it endearing, charming even, that he would grace her of all people with his wrath.

He hits his mark behind her cheek where the head and neck latch. She makes a soft sound, though whether it's from pain or pleasure she cannot quite discern. But her body reacts as her brain catches up--Nazara jerks hard to the left, away from him, and down. Her right arm moves to lower on his neck as she tries to sink claws deep into the flesh of a forming mane, then jerk in a Z motion. Her left arm bends and its claws seek to latch onto his under-neck with similar motion. And her teeth mirror his, trying to snap down at the joint of skull and neck.

@Nazara vs. @Everick
Minor Maim
Round: 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 11 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 17 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 16 + 15 + 10 + 17

+10 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (Onto Cassandra--complete)
+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others) (ongoing)
+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds

I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground—

I could crack your skull between these motherfuckin’ thighs—I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes! I could name the date in which they’ll put you in the ground—you’re the one who said its justice watchin’ witches drown!

code by corvus art by Drifty

@Isla ♔ VS. @Cassius ♔ FOR SCILLA LAGOON
— RESULTS —

Isla Hits: 5+3+4+3+4+8 Luck = 27
Isla Dodges: 2+3+3+4+4 = 16

Cassius Hits: 3+3+5+6+4+7 Luck = 28
Cassius Dodges: 2+1+2+2+3 = 10

Isla Successful Hits: 17
Cassius Successful Hits: 12

ISLA HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR SCILLA LAGOON!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Zena ★

Cassius is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Isla Wounded Roll: 3

Isla 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 7/17, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Astarte snarled with frustration, blood coated her lips and claws and it enthralled her, battle was her purpose, and it became her high. She could tell she was doing good damage, and she refused to let up, not until a large paw slammed against her head and pinned her to the sand. She roared with anger and snapped at the paw holding her down, attempting to get her fangs around his wrist, her front paws would aim to lift up and bat at his head, or his chin, maybe her claws would find purchase in his face where she could tear strips downward into his jugular.

The lioness was like a wildcat, curling in in herself, shoving her body against him, batting at him with all different appendages, she only hoped she landed her blows.


@Astarte vs @Matthieu
Major maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 2 + 19 + 12 + 1 + 15 + 7 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 10 + 19 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 11 + 19 + 15 + 18

ART COPYRIGHT XXX / CODE COPYRIGHT ANALESE

Arcania X'uekai

count my cards, watch them fall
I like the way they all scream

Her head stilled as his jaws tightened, but she refused to let go of his limb just yet. She wanted to have some sort of leverage to use against him if he decided to start crushing her skull. She had a sneaking suspicion she might be short an ear after this fight if she wasn't careful, but since she had two of them she supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing.

She attempted to rake her own claws down his limb from his elbow as his claws left deep slashes in her side. She'd have to sleep on the other side that night, clearly. Because she was going to be walking out of this, thank you very much.

She pulled her claws free of his limb and lifted her paw further, attempting to reach up and sink them in around his ear that was closest, because she didn't think it was fair that she might lose an ear but he'd have both of them. Though, she'd settle for whatever part of his head she could reach.

Arcania vs. @Asbjørn
for Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 20 + 11 + 3 + 15 + 2 + 1 + 19 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 17 + 8 + 3 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 10 + 8 + 20 + 3

code by scorpixia♡︎

The man didn't even attempt to fight back against her, and she couldn't turn her head to see that Colsun had him in a rather good grip. Not when she was so busy with trying to even the playing field against him. Which she realized she had managed to do as something slammed into her side, forcing some of her breath out of her in an "oof" and pulling her away from Lathan. She attempted to keep her claws and teeth on him until the last moment, attempting to use the momentum of the other woman's shove to worsen the wounds, but she wasn't certain how successful she was as she immediately turned to face the other.

Her hind end swung around to keep her more in line with Colsun, barely managing to avoid crashing into him, possibly bumping into him however, and she lifted her left front paw with her claws out as she attempted to smack Freja in the face. She didn't particularly want to cause a lot of damage, given they were trying to free her from the Brook pride and all, but a fight was a fight. She could offer to patch her up later if they succeeded.

@Lathan @Freja vs. @Colsun Heloise
for Freja
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 1 + 12 + 18 + 13 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 7 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 13 + 10 + 1 + 14 + 7