Disaster strikes to those she cares for most. The hidden yearling’s eyes widen at the injuries her mother approaches Eira with. Her mind is already making a list to follow to tend to them. Though her gaze follows the sound of her voice toward her father. The man who dared take a claw to Eira’s pale features had snapped her father’s leg in the midst of distraction. She can’t quite see Saga from here, only what the four adults around her are doing. Linn cannot stay to see what her father does. Revna has gone after Eira and Linn worries about such a thing with how hurt she was. A brief moment of hesitation before the girl makes her silent exit after her family. -exit

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THE FAMINE—
My Lord, why is goodness so hard for me?

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Hell fire and holy water are not enough to cover the multitudes of sin that garners their wages upon his head on this day. For as God gives, so does he take. Recklessly, ruthless. He becomes a martyr to the stake, burned in the own flames of his hell and risen to life again by the woman before him. It is disaster, it is unholy as he slips unto the cull of distraction. The voices becoming too much in the war of blood-lust and rage that he too, finds himself an accomplice to the devil's hold. Before it is too late, he scrambles for some icy surface. Only to be met with darkness. He slips under, falling, falling, falling. As the weight of his own selfish desires drowns him in waters of crimson red. Though, it is the last he will see of her features. Her sanctification, for God does not meet him upon the alter on this day. Yet - instead, leaves him to beg.

It is the feeling of knives within his eyes, sockets peeling backwards as she pushes, pulls and squeezes from his mortality. It is the sickening pop that peels the orbs from his skull, dangling - lifeless. He does not see as she severs the chord and comes back for more, for there is nothing but pain. Pain. Pain Pain. Unadulterated darkness that accompanies his frame. Pain ricochets within every nerve ending that he has, brain short circuiting in movements that are sporadic and almost uncanny as the sound that spills from his lips can only be described as agony.

Falling. He descends at a rapid speed, earth whipping throughout his fur and carrying the crimson with him as the priest. Falls. Body crumbling to the floors next to the damned chords of his eye's, stringy and marred by death. It is the day that God falls, crucified upon the battle field. While heaven watches in rage. There is nothing more that can be done as he succumbs to the darkness below.

~ Exit via/ unconsciousness (w/ Mordecai)

Chaos, unlike anything she had ever seen before, both spontaneously sparked throughout the crowd and spread, from beast to beast, as if the violence was contagious. Léonie, once fascinated by it, could not ignore the anxious tingle that crawled down her spine and caused her hair to stand. At the very least, her uncle was victorious over his opponent, but it was only a matter of time before he’d found another, snuffing the minor relief she had once felt.

Even more concerning to her was the realization that her father had arrived and he too was engaged in combat. She hadn’t seen his approach, but as she scanned the endless sea of faces, she spotted his familiar colors and found him caught up with another male. Léonie didn’t doubt her father, yet the ferocity that sparked between him and his rival certainly made her heart leap in her chest and into her throat. She swallowed it back down and pressed herself further down, her whiskers trembling with every short, quick breath she drew. What had seemed like a fun time — sneaking in, watching lions beat each other up — had proven too much for the dark girl.

But she couldn’t leave just yet. She had to see the outcome of her father’s battle first. Only then would she try to make her escape.

Léonie is trying to hide!

	+10 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
	+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

	+10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

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Bloodlust consumed her, she had one job to do and that was to harm. Without hesitation the matriarch would wrench herself from @Máni, but the woman had no intentions of letting go of her prize. With ferocity she would pull downward and yank, the sickening sound of flesh tearing erupting in her eardrums as blood pooled in her mouth. Clenched between her teeth was her opponent's right ear and with satisfaction she would lurch backward before spitting the appendage at the man's face. "Farðu áður en ég tek meira frá þér" She snarls, spitting his blood from her mouth before she would turn, dark eyes searching the mangled crowd of bodies. It is only then that she sees Saga, sees her victory, and subsequently her defeat. Her heart hammers in her chest, this was bad. Very bad. Fighting back the tears that threatened to come forth she shoved her way through the crowd, pushing past bodies until she could make her way to @Magnus' side. She suddenly realizes that Dahlia is entangled in a fight and it feels very wrong, the piebald girl was never an aggressor and this. This was just too much. She pushes up against Magnus, voice raspy in his ear, ignoring the blood pouring from her own wounds. "Magnus we need to go. As soon as Dahlia is finished we need to collect everyone and leave." Nadia knew when there was a time to stay and when there was a time to leave, if any of them stuck around here much longer she feared the consequences would be dire.

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She tries to remember everything she was taught as a cub, but nothing could have truly prepared her for this. Ambrose was larger than her though and so perhaps her only saving grace in this situation would be her smaller, more agile frame. Her teeth manage to find purchase on the right side of his cheek, but Dahlia really hadn't had any intentions of latching on and so she releases him almost instantly. However his claws come at her in retaliation, slicing down the right side of her face like razors. Immediately blood pools in her right eye and she is not certain whether it has been injured or not; it's evident the skin nearest to her eye has been lacerated but that is all the young medic knows thus far.

Dahlia doesn't have much time to think considering how close they are to one another so instead she moves. Launching herself forward she moves past Ambrose's right and in a split second makes the decision to attempt and lash out at his ribs with her right forepaw. Pivoting her hind end around towards her left she moves so her chest is facing his underbelly; She doesn't know if her attack will land but it's something, anything to get the man's claws away from her face, after all the damage is already significant there. In the meantime, her chin remains tucked to protect her throat and ears are laced backward and flicked towards him, listening.

Dahlia v. @Ambrose
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 2/5

Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 6 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 4 + 15 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 10 + 9 + 12 + 20

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@Ghyslaine VS. @Antares FOR Zelda
— RESULTS —

Ghyslaine Hits: 2+1+2=5
Ghyslaine Dodges: 1+0+2=3

Antares Hits: 1+2+1=4
Antares Dodges: 0+0+1=1

Ghyslaine Successful Hits: 4
Antares Successful Hits: 1

Ghyslaine HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Zelda]!

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@Hestia VS. @Fallon FOR minor maim
— DEFAULT —

Due to not posting in time, this fight has defaulted.

Hestia HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Minor Main!

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He had lost the fight but it didn't matter as he stared at @Falki with disgust. A growl forming as Drakon would listen to Falki speak to him. Telling him to leave, and that was the last thing he planned on doing. But before Drakon could even say anything, the other left and he was left on his own. Turning back towards the ever growing crowd, Drakon would move so that he was out of sight of Falki but yet would not leave to far. Seeing that @Hestia was in a fight, not that he'd dare to interrupt it.

Fiery jewels took note that @Seneca was in a fight, he had been unaware of it but he wasn't worried about Seneca losing to begin with but now that he was free of his own fight. Drakon would watch and wait for something to become an opening. Ears still flat in his mane as he watched around the area.

Drakon is watching/welcomed for another fight

The fight that was put out to keep her within Ecrosia was brutal to watch. If only for the sheer fact that they were both obviously very exhausted from the previous fights and she could see it in every single moment that the two made. In the end, however, she was more or less sad on both ends of the win and loss because it meant that she had to stay in Ecrosia (which she liked, if only for the fact that @Ghyslaine had cared enough to keep her there) but also sad that she wasn't going with Antares who clearly wanted her so bad that he wanted to challenge for her. Maybe another time? Lord, she hoped that he'd keep at it. Maybe next time, mon cher. She laughed, teasing @Antares a little bit and giving him a wink to solidify that she meant it. Nothing was more satisfying than seeing two individuals fighting to have her, even if she was only a pawn in the game of war. At least there was someone that wanted her that bad. Gaze was swiftly departed to her wheat-colored pride mate, proud that she had stood her ground and won but did not linger long enough to offer congratulation. Instead her gaze scanned the crowd beneath her tree to try and locate Alaric. An attempt at gauging whether or not Ecrosia was done here or if there was more to be said and done. In doing so she sees the scurrying frame of her current High Sovereign relocating elsewhere with what looks to be a dark-coated woman that had fallen and did not seem to move. Courting her off and away from the pride and a soft hum breaks passed her lips as she tries to decide what to do here. If Alaric was not present then what purpose did she have to linger? Aside from staring at the pretty boy that wanted her so badly that he had been willing to fight not once but twice for her allegiance. For a long moment she waits to see what her pride mate might do, if Ghyslaine chooses to leave now or stick around. Ultimately, Zelda's patience is quite thin and her reasons for staying becoming thinner and thinner. Leaving her with little passion to stay so she bounds carefully from one tree to another, carefully in her movements and choices as to try and not attract attention until finding somewhere to safely escort herself out. Until next time. — exit zelda. —

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A spark- a flash. As he continued his roving and watch Scipio's scent entered his awareness. It was sickening, imagining his son here to even see this... but the perfume of blood built around Scipio's and Aquila's gut went from sickness to fear. He held his legs stable, his gait firm but quick to his allies. He had but moments before he broke. "... Scipio was here." Amongst this chaos. Aquila looked with fragility and panic towards @Nymeria and to @Roan. Everyone around them was consumed, fleeing, dealing with the fallen Sigrun (atleast it was not a Valour). The wounded and bloodied were everywhere and Aquila found the two most trusted faces he knew in the crowd to lay bare and vulnerable before while his haunting, damning realizations overtook him. His son's scent mingled and mixed amongst the symphony of destruction. Clear as day he'd know it anywhere. Aquila saw no body dead or alive so what did that mean? Where did Scip go and why? Aquila would be less concerned of his son's wearabouts and state if he was not here to begin with but so clearly like aflare the familiar scent jumped out mixed with blood. Aquila looked over his shoulders, the situation seemed to begin to quell and quiet. As much as it coud. Lions took to leave instead of looking for more fights. There was no time like now to disengage. Fine then. He had something more important than allies and another man's war. "I have to find him." He said to his cousin and the Hollow's ruler, his voice dropping into quiet fear as he turned and began to leave. /exit

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