TO WATCH YOU CRAWL OUT OF YOUR CHANGING SHAPE

his opponent's venom tipped claws would slice through his flesh, a numbing sensation and nothing more; a feeble attempt from the pathetic caladan cunt. harou feels brighid surging by his side, and it's almost a romantic affair, tearing into miaran together like she was prey. harou would fight through the pain, driven by wrath and pure animosity.

he tries to go for miaran's throat, but her mouth comes forward, snapping against his own jaws, causing more rivulets of blood to spill down his chest. attempting reposition himself, the wendigo would once again attempt to attack miaran by going for her throat. he attempts to grab her there where she is most vulnerable, simultaneously bringing his right forelimb upward, in another attempt to wrap and hook his talons into/around the flesh of miaran's shoulder's.

Harou & @Brighid ♔ vs. @Miaran
Brighid's Freedom
2 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 13 + 4 + 15 + 18 + 5 + 14 + 2 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 10 + 4 + 15 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 9 + 7 + 12 + 15

ooc notes:
- set before the death match

there's something off about the burning sensation that runs through the lacerations that miaran's claws slash down her chest. the muscle and flesh sears under the power beneath the kick and it urges her to try and tighten her grip on the woman's flank, squeezing and attempting to wrench punctures into each side of miaran's hips as a distraction from the pain. brighid is winded from the blow, but she is a huntress just as much as she is andal's general, and instinct spurs her onward. she had felt the power of hooves and horns and claws be damned.

in turn, her jaws lash out, trying to bite and tear at the skin along the caladan sovereign's spine. her goal is to weigh her down and destroy from behind as she faces harou's wrath from the opposing end. this was a hunt.


brighid & @Harou vs @Miaran
brighid's freedom
Round 2 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 6 + 19 + 14 + 20 + 2 + 12 + 18 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 13 + 17 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 7 + 11 + 20 + 9

art by rabbit, code by javs

Even as the claws raked across her flesh and gnashing teeth threatened to claim her life, Miaran felt an unyielding fire ignite within her. Her childhood in the blood pit had forged her spirit—a place where death lurked at every turn, yet she remained undaunted. Though today might mark her loss, her heart held no remorse for the white lioness; instead, she craved something infinitely more valuable from him. The thought sent a thrill coursing through her veins, awakening her primal instincts.

With fierce determination, she tilted her head, desperately shielding her throat from the deadly bite she felt pressing against her cheek, while the insidious claws dug into her shoulder. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she steadied herself, anchoring her back leg and unleashing her right front claws with deadly precision, "aimed" straight for his throat. The agony of Brighid's teeth and claws tearing into her flank ignited a burning rage within her. She sank her back claws into the earth, seeking an unyielding grip to fortify her stance.

Harou relied on this white wench, but little did he perceive the brewing storm of vengeance rising within the Viper Queen. She would not simply fight; she would hunt for his blood, fueled by the knowledge that he must resort to a woman to elevate his feeble existence. He was blind to the truth that she was not just a mere adversary; she was the executioner. Yes, she was the executioner, and she relished every heartbeat of this savage dance.


Miaran vs @Harou @Brighid ♔
Keeping Brighid
Round 3/3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 16 + 9 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 16 + 13 + 19 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 16 + 18 + 1 + 3

(Regular Dice: 6/7/5, Wounded in Pride Challenge: 5/6/5, Fatigue Dice: 4/5/5)

First Post (State all claws are coated): https://www.amaryllis-lions.com/thread-2...#pid207835

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TO WATCH YOU CRAWL OUT OF YOUR CHANGING SHAPE

insidious laughter from within spurs him on, sadistic and volatile, drumming like hunger through his mind. the blood of the wench stains his fangs and he is beside himself with wrathful amusement, as him and brighid took to miaran's flesh. in his mind, harou internally purrs, seeing brighid covered in red. it's like a dress made for her winter curves - a dress made of filth and delicious crimson.

you look so beautiful covered in red, brighid.

miaran would strike back, swiftly - slicing her talons against the side of harou's throat - and his thickly-furred neck would part in their silken tendrils, as bits of flesh and fur remain frayed at their edges. more blood spills down his fur, collecting over his numerous wounds, and in his last attempt to bite the obnoxious bitch, harou would try and surge forward once again, attempting to wrap his jaws around miaran's muzzle and bite downward.

Harou & @Brighid ♔ vs. @Miaran
Brighid's Freedom
3 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 13 + 4 + 3 + 15 + 7 + 1 + 8 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 3 + 6 + 15 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 3 + 19 + 17 + 4

ooc notes:
- set before the death match

this battle is nearing its end and brighid snarls through the flesh caught in her teeth: surrender.

there's more of miaran's blood coating her than her own. the blood of both queens stains harou. its almost poetic, a tragedy, if anything, as they carve their memory into miaran's flesh. brighid relinquishes her grasp along miaran's spine, attempting to draw her red painted nails along the flank that she had been holding onto as she dismounts and rip the tender skin. her king has made his mark and she has supported, a bastion of glacial will and furious passion.

the slashes along her chest still burn and weep unnaturally, but adrenaline pumps through her vein harder than any poison ever could.

brighid & @Harou vs @Miaran
brighid's freedom
Round 3 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 13 + 14 + 18 + 19 + 2 + 16 + 10 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 12 + 2 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 14 + 4 + 15 + 20

art by rabbit, code by javs

@Harou & @Brighid ♔ VS. @Miaran FOR Brighid's Freedom
— RESULTS —

Harou Hits: 3 + 4 + 3 + 5 luck = 15
Harou Dodges: 1 + 2 + 2 = 5

Brighid Hits: 4 + 6 + 5 + 4 luck = 19
Brighid Dodges: 3 + 3 + 2 = 8

Miaran Hits: 3 + 3 + 1 + 4 luck = 11
Miaran Dodges: 0 + 2 + 4 = 6

Harou & Brigid Successful Hits: 28
Miaran Successful Hits: -2

HAROU & BRIGHID HAVE WON THE CHALLENGE FOR BRIGHID'S FREEDOM!

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.

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [blood, violence, cannibalism]

It didn't matter if victory or defeat was within her grasp; it never held significance. Yet, three times he had dared to spill his blood upon her sacred lands. The relentless ticking of a bomb within her heart echoed like a war drum as she wrenched herself free from the clutches of fangs and claws. Her tempestuous form, drenched in deep crimson, stood as a nightmarish emblem, flashing her dripping fangs like harbingers of dread.

TRIGGER WARNING!

With narrowed eyes, she leaned in towards @Harou and @Brighid ♔, her voice a haunting whisper meant only for their ears, "Seize her, and in that moment, know you have condemned yourselves and everyone you hold dear." The Executioner's axe gleamed ominously, its edge grinding against the scheduled wheel, each scrape a reminder of impending doom. "And oh, how exquisite the meat can be—tender, delicious little morsels."

END TRIGGER WARNING!


Her laughter erupted, arrogance lacing her words as she addressed the remaining souls around her, "All Andal members are now fair game. Mark my words, this reckoning falls squarely upon Harou's shoulders—the man who beds women like trophies in his relentless quest for alliances." For in her eyes, men were all just reflections of one another, shallow and cruel. As her gaze darted toward @Velasco and then returned to those gathered, she leaned in closer to the Prince and murmured urgently, "Ensure they flee." A flick of her tail signaled her determination as she stepped away, a force of nature unwilling to be restrained.

/Exit

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TO WATCH YOU CRAWL OUT OF YOUR CHANGING SHAPE

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.
Trigger Warning for mentions of strong language, gore

victory came swift, undeniable, as they both hunted @Miaran in a game. the cove queen thought she were invincible, untouchable - but she would bleed red as any other creature - and harou would not care to indulge in her filthy bloodline any longer. they've already wasted too much time here. as they split away from eachother, the muscled leviathan would shift his weight evenly upon all four massive paws, his attention turning towards @Brighid ♔, before more irritating words would spill from the cove queen's mouth.

how tedious, how predictable. is that all she could say? harou thinks of tearing the head from miaran's body. that wouldn't do though, would it? she'd probably still yak her mouth off, even with her head severed from her body.

"you fucking bore me." ugly bitch. harou sneers, tempted to laugh once more, but not even bothering to cast that final glance upon miaran, as he turns away from her dull, grey features. let her come, if she wished. all the more reason to tear into her. without another word, harou would brush past brighid's form, his toned flesh touching her slender flesh, his voice low and even as he speaks. "let's go home."

exit with brighid

at @Miaran's words, brighid's lip curls in disgust. the taste of her blood is like bile in her mouth and as she threatens them, brighid hisses in her direction, the crimson ichor spilling down her lips. "touch my family and you will not be so lucky next time," unlike miaran, she doesn't whisper unafraid of what the masses will think. let miaran and her lackeys come, then.

as @Harou turns to leave, brighid does so as well, her tail sweeping against him as she falls into step at his bloodied side: the commander and his general, the wolf and the swan, just as they were meant to be.


/exit

art by rabbit, code by javs

Arcania X'uekai

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

Interesting. Very interesting. She watched as Miaran won the right to keep her pride, and then gained herself even more enemies in the ensuing fight over a lioness. There were a myriad of other fights as well on the sidelines that she watched with vague interest. Such chaos the woman invited upon her shores.

Only once things had begun to wind down did she rise and leave, having been given plenty to think about. As allies, they were naturally going to be drawn into Miaran's battles at one point or another, but there was a point where the number of enemies they had would overwhelm their own numbers. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, truly she did, but it remained to be seen. They would cross that metaphorical bridge if it came to it

-exit Arcania-

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