Tyne hadn't been back long and didn't know all that had happened while she was gone. She didn't know who was where or what pride had who as a leader. The lioness moved into the Mire toward the unmistakable sound of multiple fights. The lioness arrived and her eyes just about fell out of her head. Nothing like this had been seen before. This level of bloodshed wasn't normal for these lands. She didn't know if all these lions had come from where her parents had come from but it sounded about right. The battles from before that her father had been in seemed to match this. Tyne slowly looked around and saw a number of familiar bodies in the middle of battle. The call of help caught her attention and she moved toward @Tamlen and stood near him. Carefully watching to make sure no one would attack a healer. She didn't really know what was happening or why it was happening but she would do what was needed.

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As Sláine tasted iron, her tongue flattened to allow the blood of her opponent to flow more easily down her throat. Her teeth and mouth pull back, withdrawing from above his brow but unable to tuck down to meet her neck due to his continuing hold of her flesh there.
The lioness had momentarily gained an improved balance when her forepaws had found purchase in the lion's mane covered neck but that balance she'd found would not last for long.

Sláine felt his jaws shift, rising up and tightening, blood poured out from the deepening puncture wounds, her blue skin tearing at the puncture sites. His action in turn forced her to look upward, elongating her neck and tilting her chin up as her body was lifted marginally and she scrambled to keep her rear tiptoes on the ground.

As the lion leaned toward her, she could no longer retain her precarious balance. So with little choice, Sláine tried to lean her weight backward (away from him), attempting to adjust her body weight into her spine in attempt to loosen or rip free his grip of her neck. Hyper aware that if he did let go, she'd most likely fall backward into the mud.

As she aimed to lean her weight back, Sláine would try and push her claws deeper into the sides of the male's neck, hopeful to aid in her backward lean.


Sláine vs. @Aquila
Minor Maim
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 17 + 3 + 19 + 1 + 12 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 20 + 19 + 3 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 3 + 10 + 2 + 20

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What was this?

The pitch of battle was not far from the pointed ears of the lioness, and she followed it with a piqued and tense concern across the borders of the Mire. Unestablished as she was in this continent, the woman was uncertain as to why she wanted to poke her nose where it didn’t belong—but her curiosity was an insatiable, driving force in her fiery heart. So, she allowed herself to be led astray and found herself on the outskirts of a muddied and chaotic scene.

The woman froze, her posture tense and readied in defenses as her gaze swept over those who were locked together in battle. Some faces were vaguely familiar, but there were a couple that caught her eye. His coloration was even harder to miss than her own, and her attention quickly found the albino yearling @Scipio along the outer rings of this battle scene—but he was not involved, or did not seem to be, and so Tanaz did not linger overlong on his presence here. Instead, her focus returned to those who were locked in battle, and on her immediate surroundings should her own presence be mistaken as either support or opposition for whatever parties battled it out.

OOC | not hiding and open to any fights, barring DM’s.

+5 Observe a fight

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The buzz of commotion in the air drew Saoirse like a moth to a flame. She moved quickly under the pale sun, her rose-hued pelt glistening against her frame as she paced through territory lusher than before, each bent curve bringing with it a new wildness. While the screeches had been indistinct before, the closer she got, the more clearly she could hear the fury and terror of lions at war. Oh, but she had never seen it like this – not in all of the kingdoms she had toured in recent days. It both made her stomach drop and her heart race as she finally broke through and saw the beastliness of it – of them.

"My, my..." Saoirse sighed under her breath with a click of her tongue against her teeth, brows furrowing together as she tried to make any sense of the frenzy of bodies colliding together. Heaven help them.

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|| december y7 | four years | rogue lioness | at ecrosia mire | observing ||

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the sound of @khal’s call would have been strong enough to rouse voluspa from the grave - of that, she was certain. and though her heart wailed for her to act quickly, instinctively, she took pause for a few moments to gather some items that she would knew would be invaluable in the wake of this calamity. medicines and herbs were stuffed purposefully into the sigrun’s pouch from her inventory, white fangs pricking at the edges of her lips as she felt that blooming bud of anger rising within her chest. inhale, exhale. It was only when voluspa felt comfortable with her collection that she would set off towards the mire, never once looking back as the sound of war drums grew steadily in the distance, and her adrenaline began to peak.

the scene was madness. unhinged and bloody and primal in all of the ways that one could imagine. fights broke out in every direction that she looked, bodies falling and crimson staining the muds a sickly shade of red. but it was seeing all of them — khal, saga, hrefna, myrkvi, ulla, nadia, and not to mention the valours and their other allies — being ravaged that snapped the chord within voluspa’s mind, her blood running cold as her thirst for retribution became all consuming.

in that moment, she became fury incarnate.

voluspa knew that khal and her kin had to fight their own battles — but it would not stop her from taking revenge in her own, self-serving way. which was what made her the most perfect target, as dark eyes fell upon the brunette’s figure hovering amongst the crowd. @Beelzebub was a woman who was perhaps not wholly deserving of voluspa’s vendetta, but had it all the same. the valkyrie could not help but to feel as though the bezra had always brought darkness upon her heels, much like a bad omen that they could not quite get rid of — and if they would fight, today, amongst the filth and grim of the rike’s nest, so be it.

voluspa did not waste another breath as she sped up into a wide, hastened gait, seeking to swallow the distance between her opponent and herself as quickly as possible. as she moved, her head would bow, slipping the medic satchel from across her chest and onto the sidelines so that it would not get in the way of what was about to happen. surely, she did not need anything holding her back, not when her blood rushed so fervently and the thrill of war pounded against her flesh.

aiming to collide witb beelzebub’s left side in a l-position, a snarl would slip from between voluspa’s lips as she attempted to jut her right shoulder forward before collision, hoping to barrel it into the tender area behind the bezra’s left shoulder. Simultaneous to this, hungry jaws would part wide, reaching forward in an attempt to sink into the left side of beelzebub’s cheek and draw that sweet, sweet blood. the remainder of the sigrun’s limbs would brace for the weight of their impact, ears folded back into the plush of her crown and her eyes never once shifting from her now-declared foe.

show me what you’ve got.

Voluspa vs. @Beelzebub
major maim, single-eye blinding
round one out of five
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 20 + 12 + 5 + 7 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 11 + 20 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 7 + 10 + 2 + 15

table code by ferus

For his efforts he attempted to hold onto the grip upon Sláine's neck with gritted teeth but was unsuccessful. He felt the strain of his muscles in his neck and jaw while he tried to maintain the hold only to fail and it slipped out of his grasp while her head and upper torso moved backwards away from him. Her paws pressing on his neck made the wounds there below his mane deeper, richer in red the streamers painted themselves down the furs of his body. He pressed forwards now, seeing her movement and shift backwards Aquila aimed to ram the top of his head forwards and into her chest, the space between her forelimbs, and attempted to ensure her toppling over into the mud at his feet.

@Sláine vs. Aquila
Minor Maim
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 19 + 12 + 7 + 15 + 20 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 12 + 1 + 9 + 4 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 3 + 19 + 12 + 5

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Beelzebub can feel him — the surge of Odin's fury welling in her breast, goading her. This is not Asmund's playground today, but Odin's, and she is drawn like a moth to a flame. She can see it even in Alaric, tearing into the Sigrún sympathizer with ferocity, and she knows, she knows: someone will die here today.

She knows better than to get too invested in one fight or another, and as her gaze drifts away from the root of the battle, she catches sight of a black blur barreling towards her. A snarl cuts from her lips and the Bezra half pivots to meet her opponent, swinging her hips in a large step to her right. @Voluspa has always seemed to harbor a particular dislike for her, as if she knows that Bee's prayers have targeted her family since that fateful day.

There isn't enough time to avoid the onslaught — as if she would shy away from the fight anyway — and she dips her skull and braces for impact as Voluspa collides heavily into Bee's left shoulder, forcing her to stagger-step and slide slightly across the mucky earth. The drop of her head means that the Sigrún's teeth connect sharply with her left temple, splitting the skin open and sending a stream of blood cascading freely down the side of her face. She continues the downward motion of her skull, her muzzle swinging to her left in an attempt to drive her teeth into the connecting muscle where the base of Voluspa's neck meets the top curve of her chest. If she truly wants a fight, the Bezra has no qualms with giving her one.

beelzebub vs voluspa for major maim
move one of five
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 14 + 12 + 18 + 1 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 4 + 19

*Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 16 + 14 + 3 + 17 + 8 + 13

*Beelzebub has +1 luck due to @Charax (WB Lead Scout) being present in the thread.

+5 - Observe a fight [2/2] (Cassandra vs Alaric)
+10 - Participate in a raid or war [1/2]

MORE WOLF THAN WOMAN

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it felt like getting hit by a freight train, the two of them colliding with a resounding thud amongst the carnage that swirled in their peripherals. voluspa felt mostly anger, seething, but could not help but to acknowledge the swirls of bruising that bloomed across her shoulder from the success of her attack, stinging absently beneath waves of ebony fur — but worth it, in the grand scheme of it all. The sigrun was further bolstered as her fangs found purchase across the bezra’s left temple, crimson spilling forth and coating her teeth in the euphoric moment of drawing first blood.

Voluspa knew, however, that beelzebub would not make this easy for her. it had never been easy between them, their families, or their prides - so why start now?

right on queue, it was only a moment later that she felt a flash of pain ignite across her chest, her opponent’s teeth puncturing flesh and tearing moderate lacerations down the center. blood oozed - karma - but it served only as fuel to the woman’s never-ending fire. grounding herself with bent knees, voluspa’s left forelimb would look to raise, swinging forward in an attempt to hook into beelzebub’s right forelimb, now. with their close proximity, at least for the time being, voluspa would chase the thrill of the fight further, Her fangs attempting to snap at beelzebub’s left ear As a guttural sort of sound rumbled through her throat.

Voluspa vs. @Beelzebub
major maim, single-eye blinding
round two out of five
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 6 + 7 + 4 + 19 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 6 + 15 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 14 + 11 + 17 + 15

table code by ferus

violarum is more experienced in battle - and a little more in life, no doubt - but antares being a miroslav means he's had his own fair share. he's never been great at it, but he's aware that he needs to become good and, like, fast, if he's going to survive in amaryllis. his jaws snap around the mire noble's ( see i said noble this time yumpy ) ankle and he tries to bite down savagely, attempting to gnaw at the tendons and fuck him up if he can. all at once, vio's jaws snap onto the bridge of his snout, piercing either side of his nose and forcing a horrible pressure on the delicate area while claws come swiping at the left part of his face. instinctively, he releases his hold and shies back, hoping to rip his face from the man's grip in the process, tearing flesh, no doubt, to match the new claw marks that reach from beneath his eye down his cheek. "c'mon, man, not the face!" he laments, swiveling his hips around to be under him, facing vio head on. presuming vio let go of his face, the young piebald man attempts to launch himself upwards, head ducked low, with an attempt to slam the flat of his skull into the brute's lower jaw. simultaneously, he swings his left paw out, hoping to reach around the ankle and curve to try to slice along the back of the ankle he had in his jaws moments earlier. annie v @Violarum for minor maim 2/3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 16 + 20 + 17 + 10 + 11 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 18 + 4 + 14 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 9 + 13 + 3 + 20 + 17 i don't belong among the angels

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zelda Having joined Ecrosia on Ronin's recruitment, she had not yet had a whole lot of opportunity to truly mingle and get to know her pride mates. These challenges had come at her fast and quick but it had certainly allowed her to see the pride as whole but to also see the very thin cracks that had begun to form. Happily staying within the comfort of her tree and gazing at the two very ferocious yet vain men below her was a wonderful reward. @Antares and @Violarum were fighting so hard for her that it was important that they know the reason was still present. You're doing amazing, sweetie! she called from her branch, calling down to both of the boys and not specifically pointing out either one as "sweetie". They could determine who it was for by themselves but hey, they were putting in some work and she was here for it.