ooc: my inner Tripfire is screaming lol

Livyatan's scent caught the merle woman’s attention, though she did not turn dramatically to look for him she did flick her gaze across the attendees. And soon she found him, but he had halted his approach to her and like a whipped dog he returned to Alaric's side. She would at least say her son had unwavering loyalty. Even if it was to a man whose kids were out of control. Scoffing she shook her head to watch the remainder of the battle at hand.

And with a thud, the dust would settle and Isla stood victorious. And the would be usurper was beneath her, a natural position for him Narsil would muse to herself. @Isla ♔ was wounded and bleeding but still she turned to address the mass that had come to aid her and the Lagoon. A sudden laugh left her lungs in glee at the command given to either chase out the intruders, or kill them out right.

Hungrily amber eyes shifted across the group, her body began to move at a casual walk. Jaw slacked open to breathe in the mixture of scents better. So she could rapidly filter through them to better detect those who were not welcome to stand on their sands. And them amber eyes found their target, a wolfbron lioness on her own. One she had seen in battle before and one she didn’t hold any personal grudges towards.

Narsil quickly approached her target, her eyes narrowing but flicking to check her sides in case someone saw her attempt to seize her target. “You heard the lady, fuck off!” she snarled and in the last few feet would attempt to leap forward towards @Louve ♔ her jaws open and gaping to try and seize the woman by the face. Her paws were up with claws out to try and grapple the woman’s front shoulders and push her down.

Eyes narrowed while ears remained flattened against her skull, her tail lashing as a aided rudder to guide her in her attempts. Maybe it was the frenzy of bloodshed and the adrenalin from Isla's win that made her come out of the wood work with such a broad (see:stupid) attack.


@Narsil vs. @Louve ♔
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 13 + 1 + 17 + 20 + 16 + 9 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 14 + 9 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 13 + 8 + 20 + 5

ART BY IRISH

he is there, his words piercing through that fog of hate and anger for long enough that magdalena's body momentarily sags under the weight of it all - under the weight of him. stop this, magdalena. "i can't." it is somewhere between a sob and a snarl. her breath comes in hard pants, stirring the sand by her mouth with each exhale. "i can't stop, dominic. i can't, and i don't want to hurt you..." magdalena stärke is a child of war, fingers bleeding as she tries to hold together the shattered pieces of her family. this caustic anger is all she has known, all she can hang on to amidst cresting and crashing waves of grief. how does she let go without drowning? how can she stop the only thing she's ever known? nobody has ever taught her.

as if sensing her sputtering will, it sparks back to life, turning her veins molten underneath dominic. it was the one constant in her life, the only thing that kept magdalena going despite luther's prison and the death of both parents. forever feeding the ever widening abyss that always demands vengeance. demands retribution. even now - even from melusina.

her sister had been wrong to leave them for so long, to return and not seek them out. the hurt stings like salt in a fresh wound and perhaps even, adds unneeded kindling. as does dominic's interference - and the realization that comes with it. despite all of magdalena's training, she is still not strong enough. "she doesn't get to come back like this." like the enemy. the woman twists and writhes in his grip, thrashing with bared teeth that do not try to sink into anything. all the same, magdalena can only hope they will scare him into letting her go - or that perhaps dominic's concentration would lapse for just the second it would take for her to slip free.

magdalena vs @Dominic
for major maim
II of IV

hit:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 19 + 8 + 5 + 9 + 18

dodge:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 5 + 3 + 6 + 9 + 12

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 5 + 2 + 19 + 1

+1 hit dice due to pride Tier 4 status - "Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade)."

coding by daanyen | art by yumpy

+10 Participate in a raid or war (SL/allies vs VB/Allies)
+10 Use a creative move in battle (ball stomp lol)
+10 Win a fight

The thing Zaahir hadn't fully considered, was that his claws were longer, and more numerous, than most's. He felt the awkward shift of skull under paw, and heard the pained hiss that followed the sensation of his claws slicing through skin. He winced in sympathetic pain, allowing the other boy to roll free. A quick assessment showed him they looked like lasting marks - the very first he'd given anyone.

And maybe the other boy had been genuinely trying to hurt him - this was apparently a war, after all - but Zaahir hadn't really given any thought to what the ultimate outcome might have been. Did he feel bad he'd marked the boy's face? Well. No, not really. The guy had attacked first and Zaahir had every right to defend himself with the same effort. But maybe this one wasn't used to fighting? Or maybe he'd been cocky and assumed he'd win?

Didn't matter, really. As the fighter in him receded in the wake of victory, the medic habits came to the front. Though he remained on guard, in case someone else came after him (or he saw a target that needed targeting), he did call after the boy, "Hey! I can fix that up for you later...if you want?" If he'd even accept help from the very lion who'd marked him.

@Karsus

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun

code by corvus || image by moogle

There was truly no way to ignore the violent song of war. He was late to the battle, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to participate. He didn’t know where exactly his mother was. Normally, he would’ve been frantically looking for her. However, something changed when the scent of blood was so heavy in the air.

He licked his lips hungrily, his pastel gaze searching eagerly for an opponent that he could sink his claws into. A low and furious growl rumbled within his throat, prowling with his fangs bared. He was ready now, ready to spill blood.- ★ -
Dio is open to any fights up to a minor maim!_{BG — CODE}

In the deep reaches of her mind she can hear sense and reality. Velasco's taunt is like an ever present echo in her mind as she flitters between what was real and what was only in her mind. Shades of tawny bronze and deep fire scorched grey shift and flicker and fade. She feels an angry itch in the back of her mind and Dio feels not of herself- somewhere she was lost and just a daughter trying to salvage her father. "The jungle the jungle-" She mutters as Velasco's claws slice across her cheek, her head reeling back away from him and the grip upon his flesh. Red stripes trace down, down down.

"Saw him kill her, saw you kill her. Maua. Maua." She rants and raves quietly. Panting, sides heaving. Dio reaches up with a paw and aims to shove her paw into the side of his neck, attempting to turn his head away from her. Snap out of it dad... please.... Wait. Who is this?


Diomedeidae vs @Velasco
Minor Maim
Round: 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 9 + 6 + 11 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 9 + 15 + 5 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 15 + 10 + 11 + 13 + 8

ART BY RABBIT , CODE BY LARS

Her constant gibberish continues and Velasco snarls. A dark thought plays deep in his brain, maybe he ought to silence her. Oh how pleasant the silence would be. Free from this woman's gibberish.

His claws draw blood and his face burns as his ears fall flat against his skull into his mane. It mutters her words more than they already are. Not that it matters as she makes no sense. Something about a jungle, death, and Maua? Who the fuck was Maua? The one who died? Does it even matter?

Her paw collided with his neck slipping into his fur the dull throbbing pain from the impact blooming over his neck. He feels the sharper sting of pain where her claws pierced into the skin as he tries to resist her shove. Velasco attempts to seize that limb between his jaws, whichever part he can reach. To sink his teeth into her flesh with every intent of attempting to tear at it should he find his mark.

Velasco vs. @Diomedeidae
Minor Maim
Round 4/4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 18 + 16 + 6 + 8 + 1 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 17 + 16 + 6 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 12 + 20 + 7 + 2

Velasco X'uekai

code by corvus, art by eightysichs (DA)

((left claw has redoul and wolfsbane paste on it--poison is just for flavor he does not have the perk! feel free to ignore if you wish))

Kovirah hits the other, his teeth grabbing the fluff of the stranger's mane. As soon as they are connected, he feels the stranger pull down, and the old assassin is unable to stay over steady with the sudden surge. His own front legs sprawl to keep him standing, though his teeth ache as the other pulls from his grasp. He feels the sting of pain along his underside, angry that he left his own flank open.

Kovirah jerked to the left, and repositioned himself. His own claws attempted to grabble towards the other man's head, trying to hold him in a headlock. His maw opened, teeth bared to sink back along their neck. Kovirah would then sharp-jerk left, then right, then left again, trying to pull fluff and skin from the others frame.



@Kovirah vs @Vermier
Minor Maim
Round: 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 6 + 11 + 1 + 4 + 14 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 5 + 7 + 8 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 20 + 8 + 18 + 11

potential xp:
+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)
+10 Successfully poison someone (non-lethal)

code by daanyan, Art by Rabbit

1TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [gore, eye removal, blood, description of violence]


Blood fills her mouth as she bites down on the lions face, her fangs sink down, painfully into the bone underneath them, she grimaces in pain but uses that pain to adrenaline her into making the end to this.battle. she snarls and shoves the male, aiming to use her weight.and his weakening body to shove him off of her and down to the ground, standing above him, still clung on.

It was like a high to her, blood rushed to her ears, her veins felt on fire, and all she wanted was more, she felt rage building up inside.of her, from all the times she'd been beaten, all the pain she had been dealt by Adalwolf, then to only be broken again when he died, she let it.all out.in this moment.

With this motion, the Rike woman would clench her jaw, ignoring the resistance that her teeth tried to put forth so that she could feel the orbital socket below start to crack, with one last snarl she would tear through the socket and grab hold of neat, bone, and the eyeball itself then rup back. She stumbled off of the male, fiery eyes flashing to look at the damage she had done while also spitting the fore from her mouth.

Her chest heaved up and down as she panted, blood spilled down her body, whether it was hers or his, she could care less.

@Matthieu

ART COPYRIGHT XXX / CODE COPYRIGHT ANALESE

One of Scilla's had come in for Louve, and with Valaine standing right in her vicinity, it was only... fair game that she'd intercept. Whether Louve also wanted to jump in, too, was her choice, but the mannerisms of the Lagoon lion just really piqued her ire. With little to no thought, Valaine snarled and threw herself at the opposing lioness, @Narsil with open jaws, seeking fangs.

She aimed her bite towards the lioness' face (maybe around her chin area if she got lucky) and aimed a swipe at the lioness' shoulder with her right paw, claws out, reaching, hoping to spill blood.

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Valaine (& @Louve ♔ ?) vs. @Narsil
for Dominance
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 15 + 10 + 11 + 20 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 11 + 19 + 12 + 7 + 14 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 8 + 18 + 4 + 9

Pathfinder Master Perk 1: Give a boost to pride-mates in an incoming raid or war (+1 to luck rolls, must be present prior to the start of the fight)

GOT ME FEELIN LIKE I'M IN GODMODE

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@Colsun @Heloise The beast was slipping, with each tear of his shoulder his tolerance was dwindling until he was snarling. Pride demanded he stay in the fight, but logic told him he was beat. He could not fight two lions at the same time and thus, he would hiss his defeat, his submission. For today. Silver gaze swung to @Freja, moving closer to her in a last ditch effort to protect her. He couldn’t though, he had lost, the Brook no longer held a claim to her. "Learn what you can, we will come for you." He rumbled softly for her ears only in a voice barely volumed at a whisper. It was words on his tired breath. She should learn what she could about their enemy, about her enemy. Lathan would offer one last reassuring brush of his chin against her flesh before retreating. He returned to the other side of the border, where he waited for his queen and the others that were still locked in their own battles. His pointed ears swiveled from forward to back, unsure what he should do or if she should launch himself back into battle. He his shoulders fucking hurt, he spared a glance at each side, grimacing at the twinge of pain that would heighten as his adrenaline wore off. Blood still fell from both vicious wounds. His cheek hurt as well, distinct puncture marks told how his opponent had grasped onto his flesh for so long, but it would heal…eventually. His sides heaved with each breath he took, sucking in deep gulps of air so that he could steady his racing heart. "Speech." Lathan is still open for fights, with OOC permission, or he can try to staunch bleeding for anyone on VB side if they need it.

Art by Rabbit and code by Shazaki