Septima, to put it simply, has no goddamn idea what has triggered the events taking place. She only knows that it is the Sigrún who have launched themselves into a war with Ecrosia, and as far as she knows, Saga and her father are still.. amicable. Were they allies? Not necessarily, not to her knowledge, but it would be a lie to say she simply didn't want to join in the carnage. She is so very tempted to hurl herself at the nearest lion but refrains, making herself visible to all those gathered with a scowl settled across her face. And then she sees her uncle Antares locked in battle, and she knows that is enough of a green flag as anything. Ecrosia is the enemy. Attack Ecrosia.

But who?

septima is low-key looking for a fight, dominance/minor maim matches welcome!

SLEUTH EXP
+10 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+10 Learn something about pride/group/family relations
+10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

The plum-colored male had little interest in the Mire, finding much of the information he could want about it was provided to him and his kin by Asylum, who dwelled begrudgingly within it. Mud and those of his kin did not mix well, for one could not show off their pristine fur when wearing a skirt of mud.

He was admittedly curious when a summons for the pride was sent out, only to be swarmed by lions intent on a battle. Was this a spat between prides or families? If it was some rivalry of families, he hoped Asylum would have sense enough to stay out of it. The last thing his family needed right now were enemies, even if he might be bound to make a few when he eventually went for a pride himself.

Sneaking among the dense trees and shrubs was easy for him given his small size, come to observe in silence and secrecy, being sure to settle in an area none would think to traverse in order to join in the many battles already taking place. In time he might better understand what had brought on the fighting, paying special attention to Erna who looked like she was looking for more than just a fight with a blind lioness.

-Recluse is attempting to stay hidden-

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there was nothing better than the call of a challenge. but this fight proved to be a trigger for many others. when she stumbled upon the mire, there were lions beyond the challenger and challenged locked in a brawl. the ones who were not fighting held themselves with tension, as if soon they too would be thrust into the fray. diantha was curious, but she was not stupid enough to justify fighting someone. besides, there were no enemies here. not the bluffs children or any lions thevmiroslav acknowledged as enemy. and diantha, who knew of her lack of experience, could not burden herself with wounds and a potential death. she found herself attempting to hide amongs the thick slimy bushes, eyes on alert for any signs of danger.

diantha is attempting to hide!
+10 successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

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Ghyslaine

Don’t let anyone past this point.

Myra’s words echoed in her mind as the other lioness met her own opponent in battle. Ghyslaine felt the rage of the sanctity of her home being wrecked flow through her, as she snarled at the intruders. Somehow, this had gone beyond a simple fight for a pride’s lands. This had become something that would change her entire life.

So when a dark hued lioness’s leapt for Ghyslaine, the small wheaten lioness would not hesitate to meet her in battle.

The other lioness’s left shoulder slammed into her chest, luckily sending Ghyslaine staggering back a few steps so that her claws did in fact rip through the flesh on her shoulder but perhaps not as deeply as they had had she not moved. The other lioness’s jaws gaped, going for the side of her face, and Ghyslaine attempted to rear up to dodge that particular bite, and would attempt to rake her own claws from her right leg down either the right side of the lioness’s neck or shoulder- whichever she may reach.

Ghyslaine’s fury coursed through her, as she realized that this was different than any other fight she’d been in, so she needed to be ruthless.

The wheaten lioness aimed to come back down on top of the other lioness, if she (Hrefna) kept charging forward towards her- and assuming that she’d succeeded in rearing up. Her jaws would splay open, as she sought to attempt to rip at the other lioness’s face or neck- whichever she could reach.

Ghyslaine vs. @Hrefna
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 9 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 2 + 3 + 8 + 13 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 16 + 7 + 4 + 19

Edited via permission from Spu in help section of Discord to fix dice code.
"I am a pretty lady,"

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T a l i s a

For my knowledge and others:
Talisa is standing with Morrigan, Aquila, Valkravn and Keir; keeping themselves prepared and fortified together.

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A mixed set of emotions traveled through every nerve in her body as she tried to settle on just one. Ultimately ending on fear that also gave her the strength to hold steady and fast at her mate's side. Resting her gaze on her eldest daughter's face at every opportunity possible so that she knew that both her mothers were here for her. @Saga was the first to approach and as Talisa turned her head to look at the woman, found her whole body startled at the sight of what was not one missing eye but two this time. What had the woman gotten herself into? Saga was still Saga though and without skipping a beat mentioned that she was here to destroy them. But, with what eye would she destroy them with?

The fact that the Sigrun woman was more than positive that she may not come out of this was scary to Talisa. She being a lioness who had never thought to take anyone out but she also wasn't someone to stand in the way, either. She knew what it took to protect family and her new leaf had been a long time coming so she was happy to see the woman stand up and squash whoever she needed. Though, it certainly hurt to hear the gray woman tell them to find her children should she not come back from this. Of course. Talisa was many things but first and foremost, she was a mother to many and that many did not have a max. If they would let her, she would help them.

@Aquila, of course, came next and settled himself nearby with a lot of deep sounds. Surely addressing his displeasure in this but fully prepared to do what was necessary for not just Vermeda but for their closest allies. No sooner had her cousin come to them did someone approach Saga from the other side and attack. Talisa swiftly pivoting her body as if to defend herself and instinctively exposed her teeth in preparation. The fight breaking out forcing them to shift her and Morrigan's positioning ever so slightly. To follow came another's attack upon @Myrkvi to which she felt distaste for given that Myrkvi might as well be her son now. With his deep love connection to Cassandra, he was family through and through so again they pivoted because watching was all that they could do at this point.

Then another, this time going straight for her cousin, leaving both Talisa and Morrigan hanging there by themselves for the time being. All of their comrades having been picked off for a fight one by one while they stood together like they always did. With all the slight movements they had had to make it left them in the middle of it all but @Valkravn soon came to their side with a pep talk that Talisa did not realize she had needed. While she had been confident and excited by her victory of her first fight a few days ago, she could not say with full certainty that she was ready. Could not give a confident look to her friend and know that she could do all that they could so she ended up giving her a nod of her head. Firm, but there was concern written in her eyes that today would be one for the history lessons.

Another lion which she wasn't all too familiar with came to stand near (@Keir) but it was clear that he was there to support them and not to push them down. He stood beside the trio of ladies just as prepared to take on anything that came at them.

Prometheus has deliberately avoided instigating any genuine interest into Amaryllis's pridelands for various reasons; but today it is unavoidable. There are familiar and foreign scents entangled in the mire and the Frei just simply cannot help himself this time around. He's not yet two and the potential for danger looms heavily amidst the blooming chaos he sees unfurling before him. Is it a challenge? A war?

Doesn't matter - because before long his blue shrouded gaze has found the familiar face of @Septima among the masses. Whether it was instinct or because from their previous interaction he thought the girl sweet, the iron Frei moves swiftly - trying to avoid those already entangled in tooth and claw. The look on the silver girls face says it all and a deep growl rumbles to life from within. Heavy paws carrying him towards her right side; his claws unsheathed. Black crown sweeping a little lower between his shoulders in the event someone decided to eye him for a easy target.

The more the fool if they did.

Does she have family among them? Friends? He can tell by her posture alone she's itching and the idea of her hauling herself into this mess makes his teeth grit a little. Was there even a chance to persuade her to walk away? Probably not... so for the moment he looms instead just slightly back on her right hand side casting a dark blazing look toward anyone that might look her way in a manner that spoke for itself. Don't fucking touch.

"العمى" Sahir swore. He had been resting mere yards away from where Basira was curled up with their newborn cubs, so young that they had not even opened their eyes to get their first vision of the world, when he heard the distant sound of commotion that he knew would become his problem. He only nodded at Basira to give that unspoken communication before turning to leave: of course she would not go. Even if it would not leave their litter entirely defenseless, there was still the matter of how taxing birth had been on her body only days before.

Letting out a series of chuffs to summon what Caladan lions would follow him, Sahir made his hurried way in the direction of the mire they had visited only a matter of weeks before to cement their alliance. He furrowed his brow as he stared up at the sky momentarily, his chest tightening with some mix of turmoil and anger at the timing of all of this. He certainly had not anticipated that the cove would be the one to pay into their alliance first, but he could not forget his own words ringing in the back of his head. "We bleed together and feast together." Surely there would be plenty to come of at least one of those things that day.

Approaching the scene, Sahir had only a matter of moments to make sense of what was going on. Alaric was hurling himself at a lioness, assumedly the one who had called for ownership of the mire. Countless other lions were locked in battle, though the nuances of their motivations were lost on him – he only saw those two lionesses, standing ready and seemingly siding with the one who was trying to overthrow Ecrosia. They would be his target.

Sahir surged forward in an attempt to collide with the darker one of the pair, subconsciously drawn to her more scarred visage above the feather-wearing beauty. He jutted out his right shoulder in an attempt to knock it into the lioness's chest, lifting his left forepaw to try and slice it harshly down the right side of her neck. He lashed his tail behind him for balance, leaning forward with bared fangs to try and snap them closed around her left cheek.

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|| december y7 | four years | CC high sovereign | at ecrosia mire | @CC lions ||

Sahir Najma vs. @Morrigan
Minor Maim (leg break)
Round 1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 10 + 6 + 4 + 16 + 2 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 1 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 1 + 19 + 8 + 15 + 3

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He was but a boy, not that long ago daydreaming with his mother about adventures and the things in this world he hasn't seen before. In all fairness though he had not seen anything like this before either ...

Scipio followed the Vermeda lions as they hurried to the South. His brain went numb and he acted on instinct to get there. To help. He was so sure he could do something but he didn't know what waited for him there. His family's blood thick in the air, panic and cries rose overhead and urged him closer. Scipio but burst through the thick Mire foliage, dark mud clung on his knees and down the fluff of his belly.

What he saw froze him in place. Battle after battle, lions tearing into one another around Cassandra's attempted usurpation as the catalyst. Scipio inhaled sharply and felt his heart flutter weakly, his knees shook as he tasted his first bit of war.

( Open to some serious damage to happen to him but prefer we talk about it first ! <3 )

Where the Sigrun go, there seems to be no peace. It is unlikely for them to sit idle and merely watch. Not especially when @Saga comes with the fierce roar in the demand of blood. Even though she has been completely blinded, Myrkvi has decent faith in his jarl to hold her own. He had merely grunted in response to her statements to him. He wasn’t quite concerned with children in the depths of his being.

Though more bodies came to answer. Alaric went for Cassandra in response to her challenge and he bristled with tense readiness. Fights erupted one by one around him. The first to catch his attention was Erna running straight for Saga. His gut knew it was death. There was a tickle at the back of his mind - something he didn’t remember directly. Erna was familiar in the way her movements were brutal and to the point. It made the scars on his face ache, but he didn’t know why. @Saga! The warning sounding harsh but he hoped it was enough because someone else was coming for him.

Myrkvi backpedaled a few steps away from Saga and Erna to give them room and keep himself out of their ring. The Mire lion kept coming and Myrkvi watched him closely as his stance readied for war. Ronin barreled toward him low. Kvi’s ears folded against his skull as his jaws opened to display his collection of fangs at his aggressor. His limbs found solid equal footing as he prepared for the older lion to collide. He was met with a feign attack as he suddenly darted to his left.

Myrkvi did his best to be grounded while lifting his left foreleg in an attempt to deflect by smashing downward with extended claws try to hook into Ronin’s tender cheek on the right side of his face. It left his chest open for those claws to rake down and through his young mane on his right side. Blood bloomed immediately from the moderate lacerations. His open jaws darted toward that offending limb in an attempt to catch it in his jaws for a crushing grip.


Myrkvi v. @Ronin
Round 1/5
Minor maim - TBD
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 9 + 16 + 19 + 11 + 6 + 15

Dodge:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 10 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 1 + 8 + 2 + 9

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become the storm you are hiding from By the time she arrived it was chaos. Another challenge hot on the heels of the first, and she was drawn in to the Mire by the sounds of battle. Arriving on the scene a cold fear coursed through her body, paying no mind to the pride challenge itself (she cared little for either of the combatants) but instead focusing in on the match to the death. What the fuck was @Saga doing here? Her wounds had only begun to heal and now she was engaged in a fierce battle — blind. She was fucking blind and the sigrun would have her fight to the death? Her stomach rolled, claws clenching at the ground, fighting the black wave of panic that had been absent for so long. It rivalled the red, the rage and fury she felt for the woman Saga fought. The woman that had nearly killed Asteria — the one who gave her the scars across her face. Fuck. The black girl came to a fast halt, staring wide eyed at the war that had erupted in the mire, fighting the urge to run and hide.

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