I trust only in myself.

+10 Observe a fight Oh how long had passes since he had set foot in here? Years it felt, since the avalanche that chased them out not long ago, how chaotic that was. And those memories almost stopped him from coming in the first place, but he just couldn't deny the growing curiosity, perhaps it was habitable again? If it was he could even consider coming back, but he had yet to know who the leader to come on top would be like. He wasnt about to blindly join a place and risk to be under someone he shouldnt be following. His expression remained neutral for the most part, but interested. He sat down under a palm tree, for obvious reasons. Relaxed on his muscles as he was just here to watch not to start things out.

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Double XP: +10 for observing a fight

She had been wandering when the call for the challenge echoed through the land. So she wandered closer, ignoring the precarious smells of a pride that lingered here until she spotted a group of lions gathering around. Her nose brought her attention to those of the Mire, her eyes lingering on @Kinki and @Slaine, and the other male of the Mire. She would move along the group, coming to sit near those that she knew- her gaze on the male who had apparently made the challenge. (@Sahir)

She recognized him, from their race up the mountains. The surprise she felt at that recognition, was probably visible on her face for a moment, but then she merely watched him curiously. After all- she didn't know him- they'd just worked out together once. So curiously, she would take a seat and see how this challenge played out.

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the summons was enough to pull him from the mire, interest piqued by the fact that it was another Sigrun home that the challenge was for. would it be another potential ally? if he could form connections with the east side of amaryllis he would feel far more secure than he currently did -- perhaps the web of alliances was not so written in stone as he had imagined. as could be expected there were more than a few here to watch, the bodies pulled from the shadows like moths to the flame. alaric was cautious, watchful, and carried a bone in his mouth, the remnants of his earlier meal. he noted a few other members of ecrosia -- and hoped, again, that there were no opportunists lurking -- but did not move to join them. he settled himself close enough to keep an eye but not so close as to invite conversation, and definitely not close enough to be painted on. the bone was grasped between front paws and gnawed on, while jade eyes roved across the gathered few, keen to see the fight begin. +10 Observe a fight +10 Maintain your weapons (tooth care)

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+5 (10) Gather information about a character +5 (10) Observe a fight Cirilla is minding her own business when the call comes. Throughout her short yet (somewhat) sheltered life, the girl had never been one to experience turmoil or uncertainty like she had felt when her ears pick up on the information exchanged through sound. The girl is the first to rise out of her siblings, and she scrambles to her feet, carelessly stepping on @Finnulf and @Emrik. Whether her claws hit anything, though, she guessed she would find out later. For now, the call which demanded her home to be taken from her was much more important. Small paws follow the scent of @Revna, understanding that the Cove lioness was family and therefore a hub of safety. She was all too aware of how challenges can turn into anarchy very quickly, so the girl was conscious to stay close to those that she knew. Finnulf wasn't there to protect her just yet, so for now she'd remain close to a responsible adult. Whilst this was very out of character for the small Sigrún, Cirilla knew that now was not the time to get into trouble. Taking a seat nearby Revna, she looked at the challenger that had called out her mother for their home. A deep-rooted anger began to bubble in her chest, and she called out to @Sahir. I 'ope Vellen strikes ya down! She calls, hoping that her words would offend. What else could she do? The girl wanted to jump in and start munching on ankles, but until she was sure her mother had fought tooth and claw, she'd remain seated.

She was doing amazingly better now after a week after being found, her wounds seemed less nasty but still hurted every now and then. Sadly for her, it stopped her from going searching for her family, or try to. She havent seen her mother in a while and his father same story. For now she did er best to learn more from this side of the family, with her aunt @Úlla who had claimed her in the pride the day she was found. But as the call for challenge came into her ears, a frown formed in her red feathures. Lips curled up to show her fangs, pissed that somone was aiming to get a Sigrun's home(She doesnt know about SL's). She huffed frustrated as she stuck her but into the sandy soil, beside @Cirilla and @Revna. She approached her lips to Ciri's ear, ready to tell her what she would do should her aunt fall. "Hey Ciri, við þurfum áætlun..." She began. Actually a bit serious. "við getum látið hann vera..." She said in their own language. !. við þurfum áætlun... : we need a plan... !!. við getum látið hann vera... : we can't let him stay.

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The challenge was far too intriguing not to join. Caladan, as it stood, had been an ally to the Oasis. Their success meant success for Andal. A perilous situation, and the apprehension was palpable. She found others had already gathered, yet the fight had yet to begun. Spying a familiar face, Aidoneus could not help herself. She simply couldn’t. Cheerless, she remedied her own need for comfort by approaching that quiet, jade-eyed friend of hers.

To any eyes that may find her at Alaric’s side, would see only indifference and apathy. The lines of her face stony, sparing him not a glance as she slipped into a seat at his open side.

@Alaric, A formal, leveled greeting made. The mask placed, not as haphazard of a fit, though it weren’t quite to her liking. They were not in the intimacy of a quiet corner, after all. And she held to poise, her chin lifted as though there’d been no indecency between them—that politics must be upheld, and the precarious relationship between the Oasis and the Mire remained tense though peaceful.

I suppose they aren’t allies of the Mire? She asked, appearing icy. She spoke of Ulla, and her kin—the Sigrun. She spoke as though she needed to sus out the measure of the Mire’s position in the political stage of Amaryllis. Hearing the fumbling of the bone between his lips, the mask slipped allowing for a brief yet sly grin. Careful, wouldn’t want to lose your tongue.

Violarum Frei

Ooh, this was interesting. He had admittedly been admiring Caladan Cove as a potential home for himself and his kingly glory, but he supposed the bulky likes of him didn’t much suit the sand anyway. Walking on sand was hard, and as Vio approached the crowd upon the borders he is only reminded of that fact.


Colour him extra excited when he knew the male of whom summoned the Cove leader. Lumbering into the fray, Violarum raised a large paw to prod at empty air, “That’s Sahir,” he declared to any who wanted to listen, “Not good at hunting.” Of course, the man was not intending to offend, but rather that was all he knew of the earthy-pelted individual.

In many ways, he was rooting for Sahir to win, just cause he didn’t mind him.

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She is quick to respond, yielding to the beckoning roar of challenge upon the wind. Nothing stayed quiet in Amaryllis for long, and considering The Cove had only recently changed hands, Charax should have known better than to be surprised.

The marbled vixen traced sandy dunes, using the terrain to conceal her presence. Occasionally, she would be forced to move across open ground, but would ensure there was nobody nearby to view her belly-low scamper before doing so.

She identified the two, crossed palm tree’s she had come to discover upon her last visit. Noting them as a signal of Caladan’s borders upon the closest route to home. Crouching, she settled in to watch - catching the challengers name. Sahir.

Attempting to stay hidden:

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+20 Find a notable landmark in a territory
+10 Use the terrain to your advantage
+10 Observe a Fight

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Brynja

attempting to hide

It was Ecrosia field trip into a challenge. Brynja trailed the rest of the Mire's pride members across the fields, keeping her beastly form behind them and out of sight. Eventually arriving minutes behind them on the shores of the Cove lands, the sea beyond. It was somewhat of a picturesque landscape, with beautiful sky and a peaceful rolling of waves in the distance. She crawled along her belly in the hot sand. The grains of hot sand pressed into the bare and thin skin of her belly, her legs, sending an almost uncomfortable heat up into her.

She maneuvered into a patch of dune and sea grass, laying down amongst the foliage to watch and observe the scene. Recognizing those of her own pride but beyond that she could simply enjoy the strangers raising their voices and getting hot under the collar.

+20 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught (Double XP)
+10 Practice speed or stealth (Double XP)

Beneath the ravage of the mists, her home had fallen, and her family was left to salvage their numbers elsewhere. Caladan had looked to be their haven, the stronghold held by their aunt, but as the yearling stepped across the borders that held it and the Lagoon separate, she knew all was not well and that salvation wasn't what awaited. Her fur immediately started to bristle along her spine as a sharp roar with challenging intent rumbled like thunder over the land, entirely unfamiliar, and only confirming her suspicions. Now that Scilla was lost to them, the last Sigrun foothold must remain theirs, for all their sakes. Ears pinned tight to her skull as her steps hurried her to the scene, ruthless eyes sparing no one as they took in the spectators and the one who desired to be king. Vellen's voice was a whisper within her mind as she observed @Sahir, her god's words restless and hungry with evident displeasure. She was certain punishment was to come if this battle too ended in loss, and regardless of outcome, a sacrifice would have to be made.

Her lips curled upwards into a faint sneer at the man before she would turn her sights towards @Zahra when she took notice of the familiar red pelt, the only one to possess it as far as her knowledge went. Ah, so she had made it here to aunt @Úlla as well then. What of their father and mother? The wolf couldn't recall having seen them recently, Ragnar as well, but then that wasn't anything new for her brother. Knowing him, he had probably gone headfirst into the fog without a care in the world. Shaking her head, the girl would begin to head for her sister, taking note of the youth beside her with quiet regard. Sigrun? Perhaps, but she didn't know for certain. "Systir." Her voice rumbled out in a greeting chuff before she would sit back on her haunches near the red girl, offering an inclination of her head to @Cirilla before she turned cold once more, turning her gaze back towards the battlefield. Like their father, she was stone, an unmovable oak.

"Speech"

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