Another night rose over Amaryliss' skies, bringing darkness and silence to the lands. And when the sun goes down, the albino lion would rise. When others went to sleep, he would come out and enjoy. His sun sensitive skin would make it nearly impossible to do anything at day, remaining hiden wherever the sun wouldn't reach. His colorless fur shines with the silver light of the moon above, getting him ready to go to the pit. The place he would always go to for a good fight. The crickets singing along his approach, eyes serene, but distant. He swiftly made his way to one of the corners of the ring, aiming to stretch his claws, legs and body to be ready to fight. Being a solitary being, meant he needed to be in top shape to be able to defend himself. Without others to watch his back, it was up to him to do so. Ready he would start by jogging around the dusty terrain, wanting to work on his stamina and lung capability.

+5 Exercise to gain endurance (not including spars)

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Insomnia was not a common companion for the golden huntress. Typhically, she kept herself busy enough, that by the time she retired to her den she all but collapsed with exhaustion. But she was restless tonight. Out of sorts. She'd set out that morning for some hunting, but had been forced to return home empty-handed, plagued by a streak of bad luck. The struggle to ignore the negative emotions that failure often brought with it kept her up long after the sun had set.

Perhaps a distraction was in order. It did her no good to sit around wallowing. She set out into the night with no clear destination in mind but was soon drawn to the Pit. Another spar might be just what she needed to settle herself down. But would there be anyone willing to offer her an outlet at this time of night?

It seemed more likely than she first expected, as she realized that there was already someone here, a specter roving through the darkness. What luck. "Looking to tire yourself out?" She called out as she approached, stopping a few feet away from his apparent track.

@Sanson

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+5 Exercise to gain endurance (not including spars)

He would keep up with his jogging, being as rythmic and consistent as possible. The male never liked to be mediocre with the work ahead. The better he did, the better he would feel later, the more he did, the more positive results would be. Pink/red eyes lurked ahead, enjoying the fresh and freedom the night always gave him, a way to feel alive, to feel like he didnt need to hide anymore. The day had become that for the times he'd suffered loneliness under the sun's power. At night he could be himself again.

Himself wasnt expecting to have company at this time, knowing very few individuals would be active at nights. He was due to his condition, but one he knew was rare and very unlikely for any normal lions to roam when the sun had gone down.

And because of that, he would find the approaching woman very curious to say the least. Golds and creams colored her fur, unique shaped ears on top of her crown. He stopped what he was doing, turning to face the female, calm expression, but not unfriendly. He just wasn't used to interact with others as much as one should.

"The other way around," He corrected softly, he was actually aiming to turn himself on instead of down. When other's day ended, his own would come to life.

@Myra

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ooc | I hope you guys don’t mind!! Feel free to skip (unless you want her to be discovered) she won’t likely be interacting or interfering. The night was her preferred time; shadows and moonlight were kinder to the colorless wraith than the harsh luster of daylight. Yet, it left the woman little in the way of a social life, as she discovered that most of her species are diurnal rather than nocturnal. It led to a rather isolated existence, but one that did not bother the lioness much—she was an introvert, and while she understood diplomacy and the other various intricacies of social connections, she did not often have the patience for it. However, that did not mean she was without a flush of curiosity when, in the middle of aforementioned preferred time, she stumbled across a fresh scent trail of a stranger. The pale woman followed it without hesitation and found herself staring down into an inverted amphitheater of sorts. One that smelled of stone and blood and strangers. Folded ears pressed forward as her rose-petal hues skittered over the steep, rocky terrain, with only her vivid curiosity emboldening her enough to slink down one of the trails that would lead her to the bottom. She did not make it so far—she found a surface of the trail that overlooked the pit and slunk forward on her belly to peer cautiously over the edge. Two cats faced each other; a woman sculpted out of burnished gold, and a man, who’s own saturation suggested that he held the same mutation and she. Elora blinked, surprised; she had yet to meet another of her… condition, and she wondered what business the pair of them had in this gladiator dugout at this time of night. Naturally, she did not make any effort to reveal herself and instead she would simply lay low, with only her toes, nose, and eyes peeking over the edge. Elora is attempting to hide @Myra @Sanson +5 Spy on an individual exchange +5 Practice speed or stealth

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The pale specter halted his motion, turned to meet her gaze with rose-hued eyes. The sight of them offered an explanation as to why he was here at this unusual hour. Once, Myra would have call him cursed – unable to tolerate the sun’s rays, unable to feel its warmth and guidance, doomed to wander under the light of the moon alone. A creature of ill tidings. But she no longer believes in her old religion or its superstitions, and so, he is just another lion. A lion who hopefully shared her reason for being here.

His correction makes sense, now that she’s perceived what he is. Those with his mutation surely thrived most at night, when the sun was hidden away from bleached skin. How interesting it was, that the night could be no different from the day for some creatures. “You’re a night owl, then.” A simple observation, largely noncommittal. “Can’t say the same for myself typically, but for tonight - I suppose I need to blow off some steam.” Her last few words adopted a more meaningful tone, slitted pupils regarding the wraith intently.

“Would I be correct to assume that you were looking for a spar? This is the place for it, after all.” The pit did make for a nice track, she had to admit, but there were plenty of other places to take a run if that was that the male’s only intention.

@Sanson

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"I guess I am that," A night owl sounded well for how his habits would resemble as those from the nocturnal bird mentioned. But it wasnt like he was unavailable during the day, but much less active and willing to risk his skin being burnt easily by the sun's merciless heat. "I prefer this time for the day to be more active." He admits openly, feeling comfortable enough to chat while he settled his breath down from the active stage he was at seconds ago.

"Looking for a change of scenario then?" Would she be up to try a good fight under the mantle of the night? He was curious to know that. And by the woman's offer he could guess she was up to fight. "I'm always up for a fight. Please have the first hit." He wanted to give her the chance, she being the one to bring it up he could see her starting it.

Sanson vs @Myra
for spar
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Elora shifts on her paws and leans forward ever-so-slightly, her ears pushing forward and curled tail tuft brushing restlessly against the stone behind her. The colorless wraith was too far from the duo to hear them very clearly, and she caught only snippets of their conversation. It did not matter—she guessed at the pair’s intention and meant to linger in the stands of this stone stadium for just a little while longer. Both to see if she was correct in her hypothesis and if so, to see how a fight between this golden-clad woman and white-and-silver male might play out. Spars could get ugly, after all, even with those of the best intentions – and lucky for them, she was a healer. So, the woman would watch and wait in silence and obscurity, an enigmatic fervor glinting in her rose-petal eyes. @Myra @Sanson

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"I suppose I am." She answered with an incline of her head. It would be a bit different, to exercise like this under the light of the stars rather than the sun. She wondered how much of a difference it would really make, if the cloak of darkness would put her at a disadvantage against this male who flourished within it.

There was only one way to find out.

The anticipation began to set in at his agreement, her defenses already slipping into place as she backed up a few steps in preparation, a pleased smirk tugging at her lips. He offered her the first move, and the golden huntress wouldn't waste any time in acting upon it.

In an instant, Myra would lunge forward and slightly to the left, moonlight glinting off of bared fangs as she aimed to clamp her jaws around the skin of his right shoulder. She wouldn't put a lot of force into the bite. This was just for practice, after all. Simultaneously, her right paw would raise, claws unsheathing to aid her as she attempted to grab hold of him on the right side of his maned neck. With such a grip, she hoped that she wouldn't be so easily shaken off by her larger opponent.

Myra vs. @Sanson
Spar
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 14 + 18 + 15 + 17 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 3 + 19 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 2 + 13 + 4 + 1

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He also put on his defenses, stretching his toes over the dust, rolling his shoulder. Ears went into his fluffy white mane, just to have them out of reach as much as possible. Ears were always a good target to take control over someone, so it was better to deny the chance for that. Eyes of pink and red narrowed, ready and focused on the woman ahead of him. Then she began her assault, rushing towards him, aiming to get her jaws around his left shoulder.

He would then aim to slam that shoulder against her approaching jaws. He did his best not too be too rough as this wasn't a real fight. He was aiming to use it against herself, feeling her fangs snatch his skin. Then he felt her fore arm crawl over to his neck. His mane might protect him a bit from the claws but he could still feel the pinching pain of those blades. Sanson attempted to launch against her, aiming to perhaps use her up position to get rid of her balance.

Sanson vs @Myra
for spar
1 / 3
hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 1 + 2 + 8 + 17 + 4 + 18

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 18 + 10 + 6

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 14 + 11 + 13 + 2

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Technically, she is successful in reaching her target. Though it is, perhaps, more accurate to say that her target reaches her. The specter's shoulder crashing against her open jaws, sending her head reeling backwards scarce moments after her fangs scraped his flesh, pain lancing up her teeth and through her gums. It's fortunate for her that this wasn't a serious conflict, or else she might have lost a tooth or two.

Despite the harsh distraction, her claws did succeed in tangling into his mane, tethering them in close quarters for the time being. The male shoved against her, his larger size and strength threatening to topple her over. Desperately, she tried to resist the overbearing force, her left front paw rising to join its twin in an attempt to bury itself into his mane on his right side, trying to shove back against him with all the force she possessed, her back paws skidding through the dirt beneath her.

Half-blindly, she would try to lash out with her fangs once more, trying to grab anything that she could reach, whether it be his cheek, his jaw, his neck. It mattered little, really - She just knew that this may well be her only opportunity for such an attack before she was brought to the ground.

Myra vs. @Sanson
Spar
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 20 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 10 + 9 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 13 + 15 + 11 + 12

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