Guelle was, without question, not as prepared as he thought he was for the repercussions of what being a warrior meant. There was no part of him that wished to back out of his chosen skills now but it definitely made him long for his father's guidance. And, if he was being honest, desperately wanting someone to tend to not only his physical wounds but the ones within that were making his eyes a little more watery than usual.

Mother, of course, was a happy hand in laying down the law and getting her revenge for what had been done to her son but even he was too out of it to cheer. He would have been the first one to line up and scream his head off for her victory but instead he sauntered off. Desperately moving away from the scene and wishing to disappear; he couldn't see @Rhea as she was not where he had left her and there were so many bodies around and not enough vision in his eyes to see clearly.

So he took to wandering off and away from the fight, perhaps back into the Lagoon where he could nurse his pride in silence until some poor soul might find him. exit guelle

+10 - Participate in a war
+5 - Complete a fight
+5 - Lose a fight

ART • CODE

@Noemi VS. @Nikandr FOR MINOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Noemi Hits: 1 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 9 luck = 16 hits
Noemi Dodges: 2 + 3 + 1 + 3 = 9 dodges

Nikandr Hits: 3 + 4 + 2 + 4 + 5 luck = 18 hits
Nikandr Dodges: 1 + 1 + 3 + 1 = 6 dodges

Noemi Successful Hits: 10
Nikandr Successful Hits: 9

NOEMI HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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 @muuland ★

Nikandr is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Noemi Wounded Roll: 3

Noemi 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 08/12 and are logged on the character’s profile. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Valaine’s jaws barely meet the face of Narsil before Louve dives to grab the lioness’ neck in her mouth. Retracting bloody claws, Valaine then feels a sharp pain as another colorful lion barrels into her side, and using the momentum of that, she whirls on him, extending one of her paws and aiming a slash to his face.

With Louve and her and the two Lagoon lions, it was an even match… until another Bluffs lioness jumped into the mix. Their coordination was sloppy and with the addition of @Mirai in the mix, they were uneven, and Valaine hated feeling like a third wheel. She took a blow to her ego by just being the one outlier… so, at the first moment’s opportunity, she backed out of the fight with a hiss, hoping that she wasn’t making a mistake.

-Valaine is forfeiting the fight!-

OOC: Mostly bc multi-lion fights are too confusing for me rn lol. <3

@Narsil @Louve @Dio @Mirai

GOT ME FEELIN LIKE I'M IN GODMODE

code x art

he wins, but it does not feel like victory.
he wins, but it is hollow.

@Melusina tumbles away -- out of reach -- and he does not move to follow her. victory rings in his ears and he wants nothing more than to silence the sound forever. his gaze locks on the blood that drips from her nose and he cannot look away from it, cannot think of anything but what he has done.

what have i done?

but --

-- was this the cost, then? was this the price? alaric has fumbled and dropped the ball too many times to count but was this the worst of it?

keep them safe. keep them SAFE. it was the only thing that mattered, the only thought that rings through his mind as he wrenches his gaze from the blood and casts it across the battlefield. where another fight erupts and he should join but damnit he doesn't know who is enemy and who is friend.

so he turns back to his daughter and follows in her path, determined to do the only thing he can.

keep them safe

-exit-

Her attacks are successful but it wasn't enough to make the Princess happy. More joined and they seemed to have been going after the others and not herself, including her uncle. A low growl rumbles in her chest as Mélisande disengages with her first target, ember eyes ablaze as they settled onto another. This one smelled of the Bluffs and that was enough to send the yearling into a frenzy. Memories of finding out her maman and aunt had died at the jaws of Wolbron - the jaws of family - reignited and fuels her next attack.

Mélisande moves so that she is facing the girl's backend. She leaps, forepaws outstretched as she attempts to sink in her claws on either side of the other yearling's haunches, to do the same as she had done to the male and drag them down toward the ground in hopes to leave deep gashes in their wake.


Mélisande, @Étienne & @Cassandra vs @Velasco, @Manon, & @Cassius ♔ ♔
for @Rhea
round i ii iii
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 11 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 7 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 9 + 5 + 10 + 6

ART BY MOOGLE, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

@Heloise gets to work while Rhea assists her as is needed, primarily focused on stroking @Matthieu's mane to keep him calm. Soon, he is patched up and the medic glances once more at the battlefield. It seems to be thinning out, but the battle for her freedom still raged on and lost in thought she keeps stroking her patient's mane. It was starting to become a soothing mechanism for herself. "It'll be alright," she murmurs again though this is mostly to herself. There was nothing more they could do for Matthieu for this moment besides make sure he found his way back to his den when hopefully that Vermedan lion lost his battle to steal him away. She could only hope for the same fortune as herself, the thought of being a prisoner causing a shiver of fear to roll down her spine. Anxiously, Rhea waits and watches too distracted by the outcome of her pride status to notice if anyone else might need here or the fact that @Güelle had slipped away.

”Speech”

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He takes the pain he receives from teeth digging and jerking and turns it into fuel to spur him on. Arkyn could be stubborn and he was going to show that by how he doesn't retreat, instead his jaws continuing to attempt to bite through skin and muscle until fangs would meet - if possible. His claws are hooked into the skin, the Viking now attempting to drag it down the side of his opponent, to leave deep gashes in their wake if he were successful. The jerking motion on his shoulder was enough to drive him mad, but he were built for war, for fighting, and the beast wasn't going to let up until he knew he had won.


Arkyn vs. @Lathan
for defense of @Matthieu
round i ii iii
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 10 + 6 + 7 + 14 + 18 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 3 + 18 + 11 + 19 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 5 + 6 + 18 + 8

CODE / ART BY RABBIT

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of gore, extreme violence

Adrenaline pumped through her veins lending her strength and an almost tireless energy. Her vision had tunneled, her focus totally on the ruddy maroon fur of the larger female- the apex of her throat is all she cares for- to spill her enemies blood- to remind everyone that she was Queen, of chaos- of violence if nothing else. Harou would learn that he could not control her- that she was a beast far beyond the taming of a good fuck, and a bit of sentiment. She never again would fall for the trap of sentiment.

Teeth and claws have tore and pulled her fur- ripping into her flesh, and exposing blood and muscle beneath and yet the frenzy does not lessen. It does not die- she will not die. Though the grip of her opponent is strong, her teeth find their mark in the crunch and the way flesh tore beneath her feet- as she managed to clamp her jaws around the paw of the female. Helah does not get a moment to relish the victory of the move, as the female's jaws release their hold- and thump against her jaw.

Her vision goes from red to black, it swims and her grip immediately is lost on the female's paw, as she staggers. She works to right herself, aiming to thrash her head a bit to clear it from the darkness- as her (left?) leg slaps out in an attempt to batter the female with claws outstretched for the heartbeat of a moments reprieve she tries to allow herself, before she would try to turn her head- aiming with snapping jaws at Walpurgis's face, aiming to get ahold of the offending head that had thunked into her so fucking hard.

Helah vs @Walpurgis
For Death
4/7
hits:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 8 + 18 + 16 + 2 + 14 + 12 + 11

dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 19 + 13 + 8 + 2

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 18 + 3 + 19 + 13

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY LARS

WE'RE BORN INTO THE GRAVE

The grip at the back of his nape tugs, superficial fatty flesh splitting in seams but mostly Reti battles a mouthful of hair – an annoyance at best; warm, searing pain at worst. It does little to deter Gauthier as his teeth find blood once more, lush and welcoming, as one’s veins sing to the pulse of his voracity. Coated, lips to chest to shoulder to toes, in the letting coalition of their dark ichor. He savors even in the heat of urgency and refuses to relent the hold over the stranger’s leg.

Yet the fatigue has entered his bones, adrenaline wearing out its hold over the fabric of his body, its tears and blemishes and punctures and splits pushing through the delight of taste and ultimate sensory. The world around is no more than a blur - its nuances of successes and failures dulled beneath the muffle of fading roars and growls, suppressed under the rhythm of his breaths and the low drone of his heartbeat. Flavor crowns all, sating hunger through the thrill of ripping, mangling. In shedding the rust for cause; blind to the blunders and the ruin that unfolded around them.

To him, there is nothing personal but the security of achieving what was promised: the aid of an ally, true and through. Unaware of the particular tangs of Vermeda's scent beyond the freshness of forest, lost in the heady tanglings of filth, blood, and sweat that permeated all regardless of dominion. There is intimacy in the art of pain, one more known to him than any desire more primal than the intricacies of cutting flesh and rendering meat.

His opponent crosses a paw beneath the weight of his jaws, jeopardizing balance, the last unmarred extension of his upper body – but too engrossed with his goal, Gauthier does not pull his foot out from the shadow of the male’s own. Instead, as the heel of Reti’s paw jams into the toes of his own right paw and his claws dig into the flesh between the bone-knit of his digits, Gauthier attempts to maintain his hold on the foreleg and pull it upward sharply, intending to upset the balance of Reti's occupied upper body to his advantage and lessen the pull at the back of his neck.

@Reti ♔ vs. Gauthier
Minor Maim (Broken Foreleg)
Round 4 of 4
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 12 + 20 + 1 + 11 + 3 + 14 + 4 + 8 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 14 + 20 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 12 + 18 + 5 + 4

His jaws attempt to grasp into Cassandra's back tighter, preparing to shake his head from side to side on violent tearing motions. Yet the chance is robbed from him as another body enters. A Rainforest male coming at him from the side. Cassius, in an attempt at self preservation, lets the woman go and turns to face his new opponent. Teeth (Eti's) snapping toward his (Cassi's) face while claws sink into his (Cassi's) shoulder. Cassius snarls and moves in closer, his own teeth making way toward Étienne's muzzle.

Cassius is vaguely aware of Manon throwing herself into the fray, now making this a true clusterfuck.

Cassius @Velasco @Manon vs. @Cassandra @Mélisande @Étienne
For Rhea
2/3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 13 + 4 + 5 + 9 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 19 + 1 + 14 + 5

Art by Ink, Code by Minxy