Sedona was awake; Sedona was always awake. She snapped to attention at the sound of a threatening call echoing through the forested territory of the mire, the voice powerful and deep though she did not recognize it. Immediately she looked over to her mother to try and determine how she was supposed to react, sensing her frustration and causing Sedona's own pelt to bristle with rage she did not know where to direct. She heeded Maia's directions to stay for only a matter of seconds before darting after her heels, refusing to miss out if Thrain was allowed to attend. "Enemies!" She chanted after her mother as she finally approached the scene where a small crowd had gathered, her silver gaze latching onto the brawl between a white lion and her own father. She flattened the plush edges of her ears back against her skull, shrinking down somewhat with fear though she did not move away from the frightening scene. || july y7 | two months | EM royalty | at ecrosia mire ||

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It did not matter that he didn't recognize the lioness calling his name. It did not matter than he despised fighting. An ally was calling for his help, and he would never refuse it.

Besides, he'd heard the call for a challenge. He'd already been on his way.

His alliance with the mire had now lasted through the reign of two lions. If it were overthrown though, he had a hard time imagining that the alliance would remain in tact.

He stepped up beside @Maia at dipped his head to her- the territories weren't far, it had taken little time for him to arrive. "Gawain," he introduced himself with a dip of the head, just in case she didn't know him. Then, he chuffed to @Jewel and, of course, @Silverlight. He didn't see the cub just yet, but he didn't think she'd be far. She never was.

He'd arrived in time to catch the tail end of her speech- that the intruder intended to claim lionesses and their cubs, and he squared his shoulders. "That won't be happening. Regardless of the outcome here." @Jafar had cubs, he knew, and so did Jewel. He'd already snatched Silverlight out from the jaws of a crocodile. He wasn't going to lose her to a lion.

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She saw more lions coming, @Maia was within those and an smile formed on the girls face, eyeing the other cubs with her. She stood up and aimed to approach the cub (@Sedona, though she doesn't know her name). "Hi!" She said, ignorant of the gravity of the fight taking place nearby, she didn't know a lot of things in this world, she was all but someone who had little regards or knowedlge about what life was about. She wasn't taught anything from the parents who abandoned her and her brother who was no longer alive. She was seen as a trash from her delicate frame and easy to distract attention.

She sat by the bronze coated cub to watch from there. No asking for permission just taking a seat there.

Kinki

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When Jafar had pulled his head away from @Alaric and his grip had tightened, there was some harsh reduction of blood that came from the edge of his lips. A puncture wound that would be hard to completely heal and would leave him with quite a scar. Though, that was hardly his concerns in the moment. Alaric's left front leg lifted and slashed across Jafar's right cheek leaving behind a few moderate lacerations. The momentum from the move had the High Sovereign's head moving closer to his opponent's right side, Jafar's teeth attempt to grab at the top of Alaric's right leg. His aim to get the skin just beneath the cover of his opponent's mane, his own right leg lifting slightly in an attempt to smash his paw down, with claws extended, onto Alaric's left paw with the intent to puncture. Jafar vs. Alaric for Ecrosia Mire Round 3 / 5 Hits: Rolling 8d20: 15 + 2 + 11 + 17 + 20 + 3 + 4 + 1 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 7 + 3 + 13 + 1 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 7 + 8 + 12 + 5 + 10

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The force of his strike was enough to push Jafar's head past Alaric's -- where the monarch carried on downward and aimed to sink his teeth in to the man's right leg. The bite struck true and the king's teeth sunk in near the top of the limb. Alaric was thankful for his thick mane yet again -- being a male in his prime the hair covered the top of his leg, not enough to protect it entirely but enough to give Jafar a shallower grip than he might have hoped. At the very least Alaric was not in danger of severed tendons or arteries.

Not to say it didn't hurt.

A snarl burst from his throat and he reacted instinctively, his head following him down, baring his teeth and attempting to sink them in to the top of the other man's head, hoping that Jafar was distracted enough with his own bite to not be able to avoid it. Alaric's aim was essentially the man's forehead, hoping to scrape his teeth along the skull between his ears and grab hold of whatever flesh he could.

As his paw returned to the ground - gravity doing it's job -- he felt Jafar's own slap down on top of it, claws extended and piercing the skin at the top. Again instinct drove him as he yanked the left paw back (uncaring for the damage caused by this) and then slashed forward, attempting to hook his own extended claws behind the king's ankle and try to tear at whatever skin or tendon he might reach.



Alaric vs. @Jafar
for Ecrosia Mire
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 18 + 3 + 11 + 2 + 4 + 16 + 7 + 6 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 13 + 4 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 17 + 12 + 10 + 7

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Without a thought to the grip that he had had, @Alaric moved his head to an apt position. Two of his opponent's teeth making contact with his forehead while the other two marked within his thick black mane, nonetheless leaving some small lacerations on top of his skull leading into his hairline. If only for the lack of fat there to be grabbed onto, but it still did enough to begin its bleed. Alaric's paw was quickly removed from Jafar's own grasp, but not without coming forward and taking an attack on that same paw. Alaric's left front hooking around Jafar's front right ankle and tearing into tender flesh leaving behind moderate to severe lacerations. A deep growl of protest as he attempted to pull his head up slightly to attempt to grab with his teeth at the right side of Alaric's face this time. Wasn't that what he wanted? Some matching tattoos scars? Meanwhile, attempting to pull his right ankle towards himself by means of trying to pivot the back half of his own body to his left to bring a different position into play rather than head-on. Jafar vs. Alaric for Ecrosia Mire Round 4 / 5 Hits: Rolling 8d20: 12 + 2 + 3 + 13 + 19 + 4 + 18 + 7 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 3 + 11 + 7 + 1 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 14 + 18 + 17 + 7

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They both would leave the fight bleeding -- Jafar's teeth leaving behind holes that added to the red on the ground.

And then they were moving -- Alaric with a grin that turned to a snarl as he tore his teeth free from the man's head only to feel teeth sink in to the side of his face. Jafar swung to the left, giving him free access to the right side of the wheat man's cheek, and instinctively he again jerked away from the grip, losing a chunk of flesh in the process.

It stung like all hell, but if anything the pain only narrowed his focus.

Seeking to take advantage of the new positioning, Alaric shifted his weight, dropped his right shoulder and sought to drive it in to the center of his opponents chest. He aimed to slam the bony point in to the meat, hoping to do more bruising damage to the king than to himself. If he was really lucky he might wind him, and right now he would take any advantage he could get.

At the same time he dropped his head, mimicking Jafar's own attack as he attempted to sink his teeth in to the top of his right shoulder which was hopefully well within reach after his prior attack.



Alaric vs. @Jafar
for Ecrosia Mire
Round 4 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 15 + 2 + 16 + 19 + 6 + 17 + 8 + 10 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 16 + 4 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 6 + 5 + 3 + 19

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She hadn't ever seen his home, but the newly crowned Sovereign felt it might be beneficial to get a lay of the land and the rulers in order to have better access to her mate. Mate...it felt odd to think of him that way. It had been so long since she'd had any type of significant male in her life. A smile touched her lips, the tip of her tail flicking lightly as she cautiously approached the borders of the Mire.

This place was...not the best and she really had no idea what @Ransom saw in it, but - perhaps there was a draw here she wasn't capable of seeing. Something special. Brows knit together as the sound of fighting catches her attention. It's then she sees further in the territory a gathering - and the bustle of an ongoing fight. Another pride challenge? Curiosity pulls her over the line of the border. She'd have to apologize later, but she wanted to make sure Ransom was alright and that this new challenger wasn't going to come out victorious.

Head lowers, vibrant eyes searching for her dark beast, finding him nearby. Idly the woman notices the challenger is Alaric. Again? He must have some sort of death wish, pissing all these folk off. Sliding up beside Ransom, her head bumps his shoulder as she murmurs, "How's it goin'?" Tail wraps back around his form, the white a stark contrast against his black coat. Attention focuses on the fight for a moment, attempting to determine how Alaric and the Mire leader was doing.

Bijoux had no idea what was going on. Why were there so many non-Mire scents? She wasn't used to this number of visitors. Ans that was what she assumed they were, all friendly visitors. At least until Papa Jafar showed up and started to fight with one of the lions. This confuses Bijoux and had her concerned about what was going on. Why were they fighting?

The yearling looked around for someone to answer all of her questions. A whine escapes as she moved close to Mama Maia and seeks to brush up against her side. "Make them stop." She pleaded. "Make the man hurting Papa Jafar go away." It was a childish plea but what else could she do?

@Maia

He moved in silence, his small cheeks sucked in with the firm clasp of his jaws. Amandil was worried that this would mean a change that his young mind wouldn't be able to comprehend. When @Maia Drew them to the fighting, he would sit in silence t her heels, looking up at her sharply when she spoke of enemies.

What were enemies? He saw other forms he recognized in passing but none struck out beyond his siblings and father. The battle waging before Jim captures amethyst gaze and held it in rapture. Is...that what it was to be a grown up? He wanted that. To be strong like dad.. to do what dad was doing.

Still, the child sat in silence, watching and taking in everything he could while trying to be strong. His chest would puff out, not wanting to be seen as less than his older brother. So he would focus on watching... Ears tipped forward and as vigilant as he could appear though he was merely replicating things he had seen other adults do...