She's suddenly here. And he smells her before he sees her. @Melusina. Brows furrow, torn between wanting to go to her and remain in his current hiding spot. What was she even doing here? His chest tightened, suddenly realizing that she might be fighting on the...wrong side.

But how? Why? So lost in his thoughts he hadn't even noticed the other approaching her. Not at first anyways. A single pointed ear raises, however, as the voice is heard above the scuffling - pointed at Melusina. Jaw sets, instinct moving him forward before he can even think to stop himself.

Dominic doesn't want a fight today, and he wasn't on either side, but he wasn't going to stop and let her get attacked simply for existing over this stupid line. Head raises, his good eye narrowing on @Rémi, trying to do his best to look intimidating, "Think you should back off before you get into a mess you're not prepared for." Teeth bare, glistening lips peeling back slowly.

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( OOC: All parties agreed for Cathán to take Melusina’s place in the fight )

His head swivels at the sound of the challenge, and Cathán can feel his jaws instinctively baring. No. His body rushes forward, and he can feel himself being overcome with instinct.

His purpose as a knight beckons him forward, no, it drags him straight under by the throat.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Cathán yowls, and he lunges straight for the Lagoon male – fuming with anger. His claws quickly unsheathe, and unveil ivory daggers. The knight pushes straight past Melusina, raising his shield for her.

Cathán seeks to plunge his claws right into the male’s flesh – aiming to grapple both of his shoulders. His head lowers towards his own throat, and Cathán puts his full force into his attempted collision with the male. He knows that if he at least does not succeed now, then he will succeed in giving her time to flee – or foolishly continue into the Lagoon.

“@Melusina, run!” He commands it of her, yet it is not his decision whether or not she heeds it.

He can only pray she knows how to use her wits.

( +1 Luck from Melusina )
@Cathán vs. @Rémi
For Dominance
Round 0 1 2 3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 7 + 13 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 5 + 19 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 10 + 3 + 19 + 7 + 4

the chill had crept low enough for dragana to move freely. she had tracked @Isildur by the scent of him alone, until it intermingled with that of others. she lost him, lost him entirely before her brother's scent reappeared and - yes! @Alexander ♔ was there too, but to dragana's horror, the first sight of her father was him engaging in a fight with another. she couldn't tell what alexander was doing - but she knew whatever the reason was must be heroic. alexander would never, ever be that kind of man.

still, if he was in a brawl then that meant there'll be enemies here too. dragana had not been caught in the midst of such chaos and she was, admittedly, frightened by the new ordeal. her thin fur was puffing and her tail was moving stiffly side to side. she spotted isildur not too far from where she was, so she darted towards him, ashen body weaving between those who were watching and those prepping for a battle to come to them.

dragana will have none of that at the moment. she only knew her father and brother and with the latter still out in the open, she must make certain no enemy will make the jump. brodur! she said, soft voice slurring. brodur i'm here!

[ooc open for anything :')]

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She thought she'd caught a whiff of @Rhys' scent heading this way, but as she approached the chaos of the beach she lost if. Huffing slightly, the red and white lioness would instead find her own hiding spot just outside the borders of the pride territory. How very interesting this event seemed to be. The decorations and such seemed like the current fighting was not what was intended for this occasion, and rather looked like it was intended for a much calmer party.

Flickering her eyes between all of the different groups that were engaged in either physical or verbal altercations, the flower did her best to try to distinguish what all was going on at the moment. It seemed there was a lot of tension erupting between everyone here. Best not to get involved herself.

And at the center of all the problems - a large white lion. Perhaps this was that Luther Rike Rhys had mentioned that she should stay away from? He certainly seemed like the type to keep one's distance from.

Órlaith is attempting to hide!

Potential Exp:
+10 +20 - Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) 1/2
+10 +20 - Learn something about pride/group/family relations 1/2
+10 +20 - Spy on another pride or family’s event 1/2

actions. "speech."

Art & Table Code by Zodiac

+10 20 Intercept a trespasser (melusina)
double exp from Peregrine's presence

Before the girl herself could speak up, a large beast that seemed more hair than lion (@Dominic) stepped up to defend her. Big as he was, Rémi was no stranger to the presence of gigantic lions (those swamp cats back home had a few of their own), so the stranger's threat simply earned an eager smirk. "Ohh? You gon' take her place, mon ami?" the sarcasm on the end was not at all subtle.

Focused on the girl, and then her large defender, he barely had time to notice a blur of spots streaking in his general direction. It was the shout that clued him in, but even then there was little time to really react before he found himself with a face full of cheetah. Confusion was the first reaction - because why was a cheetah defending a lion - and then the pain of claws in his shoulders. First blood drawn.

His paws instinctively spread and steadied him in the sand, but he had a couple hundred pounds on his attacker and so didn't really budge. A snarl born more of irritation and surprise than real anger bubbled out of him, "Tu me fais chier¹, passe²" his head turned, attempting to sink fangs into the cheetah's face, while his right paw lifted in an attempt to hook claws around the back of the cat's neck and yank him off.

Rémi vs. @Cathán
Dominance/GTFO
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 4 + 12 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 2 + 18 + 8 + 16 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 17 + 15 + 11 + 12 + 18

From Heloise - Medic Sub-Master Perk: Healing expertise keeps all pride-mates in peak physical condition (+1 luck for pride-mates in fights when medic is present, once per character per thread)

*Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade) - paladin (+1 additional dodge)


¹ equates to "you're annoying me" but a really rude way to say it XD
² "go away"

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TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of attempted violence toward a cub
--- All legal interference (perks etc.) is fine by me
--- This is my first fight post with Imago's writing so #YOLO but please bwap me upside the head if something is unclear

-- edit to add TW

- Mel: Master Medic Perks: Healing expertise keeps all pride-mates in peak physical condition (+1 luck for pride-mates in fights when medic is present, once per character per thread)

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Chill wind blasted the lykoi's bare, worn nostrils, chapped from the naked skin surrounding. Outside the humidity of the Brook, the Half obligingly bowed shoulders to the coming winter. Sharp and scraggly under the plump, poorly muscled pelt, the bones threatened to break through the skin. Like concealed weapons, machined knives, flash art of gaudy flames on a mall rat switchblade.

No warrior but teeth glistening under twitching, peeled lips, ferocity feigned but often lost to bouts of absent-minded enthusiasm. The scene overwhelmed! Imago ranged along the outskirts, skull bobbing, deep orbs bulbous within their shallow sockets.

Flash! Attention darted thunderous upon appraisal of their queen. A pause in stride. At her side and at her flanks, loyal subjects abounded and cowardly subjects hesitated. "Pressss... attack, cowards..." habit muttered, sharp ears pinning back, and gaze skirted toward the framed centerpiece. @Novana in abyss like the spring shadows of the Brook at dusk, here out of place. That red frame in a greyscale movie.

"An easy innocent." This word clear though undirected. The lykoi's skull firmly lowered, tossed once like a bull, and multitudinous fingers clawed to fidget on sand that spindled away. Gaze widened on the target. Charge initiated... wrinkles rippled over flabby flanks, fat shaking in opposing tune to the rambunctious gait. Bare limbs with their desperate claws splaying sand. Jaws, finally, extending, drool webbed between top and bottom canines, hoarse breath (already tired) like old machinery descending as fangs attempted to squeeze over the child's spine between the end of the ribs and the beginning of the hips.

@Imago vs. @Novana
Major Maim (your choice)
1/4

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 1 + 16 + 9 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 16 + 10 + 11 + 13 + 20 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 12 + 16 + 4 + 19 + 13

He cannot help the cringe that overcomes him as the Mire calls for the Brook. All those lies he had spun. All the deceit he thought he'd have time to bask beneath. All gone. Just like that. Ruin would now soon fall upon his very head.
And Icefang had promised he'd like this Luther..

Surely war would take his mind off this mess of politics. At least for a while. And who knew, perhaps different lies could be whispered. Just looking to screw over the Lagoon. Doesn't matter who called. Rike or otherwise. Right?

Once again Cassius is stepping back onto those familiar sands. Head high and eyes cast down his nose at all those already present. At all those already fighting. His scrutiny is quickly falling upon a familiar figure. Lips pulling back wickedly as the One-Eyed lion moves toward another delectable individual. Oh, now that was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Cassius makes his way forward, watching as @Dominic flexes himself over @Melusina, protecting her from some unknown. Only for .. Oh for fuck's sake. Don't tell me that a cheetah has bigger balls. The Darkling taunts, coming to stand on Melusina's other side, seemingly talking to her as if the other male wasn't even there. When he finally does acknowledge Dominic, it is with the cruelest of looks. His large body leaning in over the female, throat resting over her head as he adds, I think my wife is capable of defending herself.

Oh yes, Melusina was more than capable of fighting her own battles. And perhaps that was the one thing about this situation that could truly be found getting under his skin. Someone else speaking on her behalf. Thinking they knew what was best for her. Thinking they could save her.
There would be no saving her. So all the more reason for him to add insult to injury. Cassius had taken his eye. And now, with this declaration, he had taken his woman. At least, from the last time they had met, Dominic had suggested her to be his woman.

In fact. Cassius purrs, leaning away and looking down to make eye contact with the lioness. Maybe she can show you. He didn't know what side the rogue was on, but didn't matter. He would not be an ally of Cassius's. Today or any other day. Therefore he would not be Mel's. And his eyes said as much as they peirced through her. Suggesting rather than commanding. As not just her would-be-mate or possessor. But as her Heir.

Fight. Fuel that rage. Foster that hate.

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Zinnia

Stay here. Protect them. She should have listened, the silent command had been obvious as she had heard the call and rushed to Aphro and Reti’s den (really, it was like…right there, it was just a hop skip and a jump away). She’d been stopped in her tracks, lavender in her jaws as if that would be helpful. Her ears fell at the command but she listened…for all of about five minutes. The itching in her paws was just too much for her adventurous spirit to handle and she was soon off, pausing to repeat the command to her siblings, harsher than her adopted mother had been. She knew what could happen though if they went. The idea was in the back of her mind, waiting to reappear and remind her what could happen to her if she went. She pushed it away firmly, running off in the wake of Aphrodite to investigate.

When she arrived to the Lagoon, she hesitated, this was not an ally…was it? She frowned, lingering as other lions rushed in, she watched and ears pricked to hear the snarls and roars that came from up ahead before she moved forward, it no longer mattered what she smelled like, that much was clear when she came upon the scene of utter chaos. Her limbs froze, her eyes widened as she looked around. Aside from the beach it looked like…the ambush. Her heart raced and her legs trembled slightly. Just breathe. She reminded herself. Its not the ambush… She had to keep repeating it to believe it. The smell of blood hung thick in the air, coupled with the sounds of combat…it was almost to much for the girl. She shuddered, shaking herself as she looked around. The dark form of her mother was hard to find in the mass of bodies but as she expected, the Black Widow was fighting.

It took only a moment to recognize who she was fighting and her brows furrowed. She was fighting a cove member, Haakon. She didn’t know him, but she had been in the cove long enough to know that he had been part of the pride. What confused her further was the restraint Aphrodite showed. The girl had seen Aphro fight on several occasions and she had watched with rapt attention. This was not the same lioness that fought, her blows were measured and softened. She was not trying to really cause damage. What was going on?

The youth would huff, a chuffing sound that she hoped would catch the fighting woman’s attention.


@Aphrodite
--Zinnia is open to any interaction except death fights please--

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Storm was late to the fight, to the war. She'd heard @Alexander ♔'s call, but did not understand it. This was her first conflict since her arrival at Amaryllis. She had sought our her pride mates to ask what was going on and, after seeing them run towards the Lagoon, she followed. What she arrived too was something she had never seen before. Between the peace of the Hollows and her pacifistic homeland, she'd never seen lions so at each other's throats. She was immensely grateful now for @Thella ♔'s fighting instruction.
Speaking of, she caught sight of the lioness there as well, although she was not engaged in battle yet. Storm felt immense relief despite ignoring her unresolved feelings for the woman. She spotted Alexanded also, engaged in combat although she did not know what he was fighting over. She saw other Hollows members also engaging in fights or looking for one. Storm refused to be a coward and stand by, leaping into the fray of battle, looking for an opponent.

(OOC: open to dom/minor/major)

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This was not what Khal had been looking forward to as the introduction to his wider family to his daughters. He'd still had a decision to make after the fall of the band for greener pastures, Khal not blaming Lucifer for taking the Rainforest. Better he have the kingdom than an enemy, after all. But he had not decided whether he was willing to join him there, or if it was time to join his sisters in the Lagoon. Especially after what he had witnessed there.

They'd been fractured but not broken then. Now it seemed Luther had come to finish the job. Not without some protest at his violent wedding crashing, though. He makes no effort to turn his daughters away. Not when they've been called to war in such a way. Rather he makes the decision to accept his place in its midst instead, stalking from the water out onto the pale sands of his younger sister's kingdom. Silver-streaked eyes scanned for those who did not belong, and landed on a familiar figure.

The Queen of the Cove. The one who'd traded trophies with his mother at the last war. She stood at @Louve ♔'s side, speaking words he couldn't understand. The younger woman at her side would no doubt jump to her defense anyway, judging by the closeness they seemed to share, so she was chosen as his target. He didn't have anything against her personally, though, so he'd not go for anything permanent. Unlike what had been done to his kin time and again.

He moved into a run before attempting to lunge, left paw lifted upward to swing down toward the Caladan woman's shoulders while he attempted to ram his full weight to push her away from her allies.

@Khal vs. @Avril
For DOMINANCE
Round I / III
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 5 + 3 + 14 + 18 + 6 + 17 + 10 + 16 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 16 + 15 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 19 + 12 + 3 + 9

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