there was no skin in this game for him - other than, perhaps, that the lions were distracted. the sand bar stretched ahead of him to a battlefield - one he would usually do anything in his power to stray from, except that his curiosity about the cats steadily grew, if only for the chokehold they seemed to have over the land. largely lions, but he was sure he spied tigers and cheetahs among them sometimes, which stirred questions within him. it became evident that the fight was split into two factions, interlopers dotted here and there, but largely there were two clearly defined groups.

and their ghosts.

he crept along the dunes, a small creature, inconsequential, truly. they all had bigger things to concern themselves with. his head dipped to pick up the furthest and most forgotten about of their abandoned wedding feast - meat, coconut, fruits, bundled together so conveniently. a doggy-bag, if you will. if they weren't going to eat it, hilo knew a group who would.

+5 +10 - Steal from a pride or lion without getting caught
+5 +10 - Learn something interesting about a pride or family
+5 +10 - Witness drama between prides

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Amidst the chaos of protest swirling around her, she stands resolute, but utterly deaf to the clamor. All that fills her vision is an overwhelming tide of fury, unfiltered rage washing over her like a storm, her past looming like a dark specter in her mind. The solemn oath she took to embrace the mantle of Executioner weighs heavily on her soul—a decree etched in blood, a harbinger of destruction, madness, and death that looms ominously over them all. Anguish, betrayal, and a profound hurt flash in her solitary eye as she confronts the one who was once a friend in her life, now transformed into a rival.

"Witchcraft! Delusions! They will burn at the stake, Reti!" she snarls, her voice dripping with raw fury. The Mob has since abandoned her; she is engulfed in a relentless sea of crimson. The Executioner has claimed many lives since the dawn of her existence, yet this impending death weighs more heavily on her heart than any before—her closest friend, now a sworn enemy.

As Reti's muzzle inches towards her wrist, she instinctively shifts, her claws finding their mark, digging fiercely into his shoulder. The sharp pain of his claws rakes through her right front leg, the warmth of her blood seeping into the sands beneath them, mingling with the heat of their battle. Her jaw clenches and then flies open in a desperate "attempt" to close around his nose and muzzle, her teeth snapping shut fiercely as he occupies himself with her vulnerable left forearm. With a primal intensity, her left claws "aim" to sink deeper into his shoulder, the raw instinct driving her to cling tighter, while her powerful back legs shift, bracing herself against the weight of the struggle.

Miaran vs @Reti ♔
Death
Round 2/7
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 11 + 19 + 17 + 10 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 7 + 5 + 19 + 15 + 8 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 19 + 7 + 2 + 18

* Due to the severity of these fights, wounded rolls do not apply during them. Lions are able to use their full, unwounded dice when engaging in a DM for fairness and a level-playing field.

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She does not hear his plea, her teeth find their way to his ear easily crushing the cartilage and gushing blood onto her tongue. The mother purrs at the delicious iron taste, feeling his arms wrap around her and his skull bang into her teeth. Ugh, she feels that irritating sensation of pain and releases his ear, tongue flicking out to lick at her lips. She is thrown down onto her back, but Icefang does not let up on her assault and uses this moment to kick out her hind legs attempting to slice any part of him that she manages to reach. "I'll have your head," she screams at him, fangs flashing as she bites upwards in an attempt to grab any part of his face.

Icefang vs @Matthieu
For @Sarai
Round 3/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 10 + 9 + 1 + 12 + 8 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 18 + 1 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 4 + 17 + 9 + 14

SPEECH

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Her Aunt and mother were going to this event, and so she would as well. Admitedly a little bit behind the two older women - but not so far behind she did not arrive intime to witness a portion of the violence, very, very important to her personally.

Her father. Loudly adressing a grey lioness with anger in his voice before calling for her death.

Her mother fighting a battle against two elders, one a bronze lioness who - given her father's words to the grey lioness - might well be her paternal grandmother. It ... matched. Her father had told Mirai as a cub that her Grandmother 'Hanneth' was wholy bronze with a silver tail tuft. And ... the old lioness being attacked was indeed a medium sized bronze lioness with a silver tuft.

There was a black lioness and a large black elder lion seemingly helping to defend the old lioness who was probably her Paternal Grandmother - while the grey lioness broke away to fight her father. To the death.

She had JUST FOUND HIM AGAIN!

Fur lifted along her spine as breath hissed from between parted jaws in a hiss. For the moment she would put aside the complicated and tangled emotional mess her mother fighting her grandmother might bring later - and focus on the fact her father might die today.

If he died ...she would make it her life purpose to kill the grey wench. Sloooowwly.

Breath felt heavy in her chest, heart thudding too loudly - thrumming in her flattened ears auditable to her even over the sounds of mass battle. She knew an attack might come, and honestly almost welcomed it. A target to take her fury out on would be soothing.

Mirai strode closer to the two fights, but not so close as to interfere - just to ... be near. To hear any words, to witness anything she would need to scrawl into he memory. Keep your senses open. Watch for attacks. She told her self over, and over, as her blood burned like fire in Mirai's chest.

The words about Witchcraft, hunts and 'purity' Clerics and Medics echoed in her flattened ears. What. The. Hell? Memories of her Uncle...his death, rising ... and then second very conflict birthing end ... threatened to rise to the surface and was stuffed down.

Nope.

She would deal with that later. The healer part however.... as a healer herself that was concerning. Not that it mattered, whoever the grey lioness was...she would die. By her father's jaws or later by her own - so whatever it meant didn't matter did it?

Her eyes darted between watching her Mother, @Elaine ♔ fight nearby and watching her father battle a little further off. A soft steady growl rumbling in her chest.

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Open to Dominance matches or theft attempts!

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You know, he got the feeling when he first arrived on this island and was invited to join the brook - that things would not be boring or disappointing. And so far his feeling had been proven one hundred percent correct.

Living in Vermeda had proven to be several things.
Boring was definitely never one of those things! Here they go, off to another war! He chuckled a little as his trip across from hunting grounds to the verge of the blood and chaos ended - amused by the internal wondering, had even his father participated in this many wars when Reti was his age? He would need to find the old man and ask.

And then there was the sound of his father's voice ringing out loud, calling for death.

oops. Looks like he just found him. Damn Dad, what had that lioness done? Kaos did not doubt that if his father put Death on the line, than the reason was worthy - but what the actual frick was going on?

With defenses in place and a more serious set to his lips than usual Kaos slowly picked his way closer to the fight that meant something to him. Listening to the words exchanged between the battle marked grey female and his chimera sire.

Oh look... Mirai. She had gotten larger. Good to see her breathing. Although she looked positively pissssssssed. Understandable. He could imagine what his 'litte' sister was thinking. It would be a lie to say his mind was not wandering down possible targeted future violence himself.

For the moment however he would stand at her side, about four feet apart from her left side. A silent show of ... well support he supposed. It was hard to enjoy this war as much as he usually liked these events - given the circumstances.

"Who...is she?" he asked his sibling in a deceptively calm, soft voice - pitched just loud enough to hopefully carry to his sister's flattened ears.

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Kaos is open to dominance matches!

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"Filthy traitor!"

Sadistic, a grin curls upon the corners of curt and unkempt lips. A drawing of salacious sigils within the sands - it unfurls with little remorse and much pride as he claims them for what exactly they were. Disloyal. An angry dog filled with the vengeance of a thousand-year ancestral counsel - hot misogynistic heat and blinding rage. After-all, they never had been one to worship at the feet of mortals. It would be much more fun and entertaining to watch their empires crumble beneath the weight of their own suffocating pride.

Satisfaction rides amongst the heels of their vest as the harshened sound of a resounding slap solidifies their contact with the calico creature. Teeth grit, as talons peel through the sheer fabrics of tightened chromosomes to draw the gift of crimson from their opponent's shoulder. However, what the raven witch does not expect is the weight within his movements.

The sheer capacity that the brute has to flex himself amongst the caving sands to quite literally sling his frame upon the grounds with a vice grip. White hot pain follows shortly after, as viper fangs pinch between the vast expanse of their shoulder blades. A hiss expels somewhere between clenched teeth as Ixora attempts to regain their footing before attempting to hunch lower to the grave landscape. If successful within their attemps then and only then would the cleric try to unhinge jowls and aim to try and strike at his fascia (or the lower portion of Horiths hind leg).



@Horith vs. Ixora
for June's Freedom
ii of iii
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 8 + 15 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 3 + 14 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 7 + 13 + 1 + 16 + 8 + 15

Lion Muscle Anatomy - reference

fight perks
(+1 luck for pride-mates in fights when medic is present - Melusina)

Trade EXP
+10 +20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (²/₂)
+10 +20 Participate in a raid or war (²/₂)
+5 +10 Practice hiding your scent (¹/₂)

THE RAVEN WITCH

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Much the same as he had done to Lathan earlier, Icefang now paid back to him in kind once he had her on her back. Claws raked viciously across his stomach and thighs. I'll have your head. Her scream was piercing and she followed it quickly with a lunge to his already ravaged snout, her teeth seeking to worsen the mess of gashes and punctures.

Rearing back, he attempted to slam one paw into the side of her head and force it down into the ground while his other aimed to press against her throat. His hind end dropped heavily, trying to pin her kicking legs beneath him. He knew he would still be leaving himself vulnerable to her front claws but he would just need to hold out long enough... Tanpri, Dio. Tanpri, come back to me.

@Matthieu vs @Icefang ♔ ♔
Theft of @Sarai
Round 3/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 5 + 8 + 4 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 3 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 16 + 9 + 17 + 13 + 12 + 2 + 11

Dice modifiers:
- Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade) - +1 luck (bard)

-Fatigue dice: -1 , -1 to hit and dodge

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@Miaran & @Milano & @Elaine ♔ VS. @Aphrodite & @Hanneth & @Roan FOR DOMINANCE
— DEFAULT —

Due to Miaran entering into a Death Match, they have defaulted from the fight. The other participants can continue, and it is now Hanneth's turn.
The remaining order is:
Roan --> Milano --> Aphrodite --> Elaine

@Temero & @Icefang ♔ VS. @Alexander ♔ & @Cassandra FOR @Novana
— DEFAULT —

Due to Icefang and Temero forfeiting, this fight has defaulted.

ALEXANDER & CASSANDRA WON THE CHALLENGE FOR NOVANA!

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.

@Maō VS. @Fearne FOR MINOR MAIM
— VOID —

Due to Fearne escaping, this fight has defaulted.



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.