He had failed. The Casimir had disappointed the Dragon and that now left Drakon without a home. It caused irritation. It caused anger. It caused many things. Distrust. A lot. A growl erupted from Drakon's dark throat as he made his way into the opening of the Hollow's and called out to everyone to know. This was his. They would not take it from him. Moving further out into the opening, the Snow Dragon felt his claws slip out of their sockets and anger surged through him. And if anyone knew him personally, they could see the dragon at the surface. Moving to an opened area so that he could see his surroundings, Drakon waited. Watching for anyone to come and challenge him. He was ready for this.

Clearing his throat he was annoyed that he had been beaten to the mark again. Tail twitching irritably, he had walked up to Drakon leaving a few feet away he glared at the lion standing in his spot. Ok how was he suppose to get a home for his family when others kept horning in!? Eyes narrowed with a snort leaving his nostrils, ”hey...hey!” he yelled the last bit out to get his attention. ”I'll let you stay if you smarten up and back off” he addressed him, he had been a bit smarter and wasn't being so ... volatile right now so that was a win yeah?

"Where is he?" Her tone left no room for doubt to the intelligent. So far as she could see a man meant to be her father's equal, partner, instead sought to take. A traitor. As if he'd done anything for the Hollow to deserve it. Her voice hissed, venomous, angry, worried... Her peachy eyes turned to steel and hardened away the vicious harsh claws of concern that devastated her. Brothers. Sisters. Pistis and her children... Where were they? Demanding in her answer she stood to the side but fixated on the white lion she hardly knew- a lion her father had made a mistake to trust in the first place.

BOG QUEEN; Oh how the mighty have fallen, Genya muses as she slides moves forward. The shadows and peace envelopes her, pulling her into its very recesses. Her children are sleeping, having nursed upon her for the duration of the early morning before settling down. Genya sees no other reason not to answer the silence with her own. But she knows well, she knows the savage beasts lying in wait, claiming what should be hers. And it's none other than Drakon Tollaire who will be her opponent. Genya smiles, a chilling gesture that shows far too many fangs. "Drakon, my old friend she says, words seeping in honeyed venom. Her claws slip out, tail lashes furiously behind her, and her eyes narrow. It looks like I shall be your opponent.

Drakon vs Genya

Obsidian Hollow

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Jewel frowned, hearing the call in the distance and had risen from her place where she had been resting in the sands, heading towards the Hollow and the source of the call. The lioness worried for those who were her friends - Pistis most of all and she wanted to rush to find the silver lady.. To see what had happened. Yet, she got closer and saw that Drakon was once more standing in the challenge circle and passed a tongue over her lips. Would Hecuba berate her husband in this, to? The ebony female moved cautiously, taking a seat on a large, flat rock that would be out of the way of any fighting, searching the gathered and gathering lions with stress wrinkles near her eyes. What had happened? [OOC: Jewel is lurking, but visible]

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My time before you
was light wed to light, sheer and ardent,
holy annihilation.

Avaneira is unhidden and free to be approached!

Avaneira had long come to know that these lands were not ruled by rogues. As lionish nature so dictated, groups banded together and formed prides—the very thing her mother so vied for, and her father avoided. She'd been sheltered her whole life, tucked away in those deep wintry forests away from the warring and politicking that so governed these baseless, instinctual kings. And yet, though her father warned her time and time again, as the call for a pride rang so harrowingly close to her, Avaneira could not help the lulling desire that gravitated her toward it. She was not looking for a fight; rather, she was looking to observe, to watch the game of thrones play out before her as a ghostly spectator, ever-watching, scrutinizing of their every word, their every bated breath.

This challenge did not come off the back of ambition; rather, there seemed something heavy and angry that clung in the air. As Avaneira approached the Hollows, the disheveled remains of a pride that seemed in disarray lay in her wake. Stones overturned, brambles gnarled and cracked and broken. The dust had seldom time to settle before a ghostly white man assumed the crown (lest an ambitious challenger come sweep it from his ears). She lounged from afar, coming to settle and watch unhidden the events play before her. Drakon, my old friend, came a voice, sultry and defiant, it looks like I shall be your opponent. This country was not starved of the ambitious, Avaneira quickly realized, leaning in closer to observe the fight as it began to unfold.

So, most of his time, thus far, had been spent exploring in a sort of casual way. A way that mostly involved him floating from area to area without really taking in many details. Jak was vaguely aware prides had been established around the island, but he hadn't yet gathered any real information on them yet. Which made the most recent claim call pretty interesting.

Curiosity, naturally, won, and the mottled youth shifted his path. He wasn't the first to arrive to see the show, but the scene playing out before him was just as amusing as any challenge. A little red boy, standing up to the big white guy.

Jak paused, head cocked to the side in curiosity, a grin of amusement on his face, and planted his butt firmly on the ground as he laughed, "What're you gonna do, little guy?" Jak knew what he was gonna do - absolutely nothing. No way was he gonna go up against someone older and bigger than him. Not yet. Not until time evened the playing field a bit more. Nah, he'd leave that to the dark woman making a real challenge.

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He was... displeased. Not at anyone around him as he entered the arena like a silent storm, but at the universe which had seemingly taken yet another tutor from him. First his father had left without teaching him anything, then Ifrit had been busy with his own desires, which Wodnik would never have blamed him for, and now Gwyn too was gone. Perhaps it was the fate of the Casimir to scatter to the four winds, and his fate to go untaught.

Now, he wasn't exactly pleased by the notion of serving under one who wasn't within the family, but he recognized the man before him as the one that Gwyn had selected to stand by his side. Surely that was qualification enough? Should the woman win though... well he didn't know her from the dirt beneath his paws. He'd certainly never allow the likes of her to rule him.

Time to wait and see what fate would have in store for him then.

Ifri was there. She had remained. Lurking in the shadows like she so often did. Where he father had gone, she did not know. But she was certain he was fine. He always returned eventually.

The golden warrior moved to join her younger sister's side yet she offered not a word. Ifri would not stop @Siofra from questioning this white lion but nor would she allow the younger lioness to attack him. If her sister took things to the physical, then the older sibling would step in. But for now, Siofra's question was a valid one. As were her emotions. Drakon had been in rank just between Gwyn. So if anyone knew what happened to their father it should have been him.

But it would seem that questions would have to wait. A black lioness entered the game to challenge for the Hollows. "It appears this mystery is for the Casimir alone." Ifri whispered into her sister's ear, tri-colored gaze fixated on the impending challenge.

Narsil heard his voice and she was not far away, but when she entered the area she paused recognizing the scent that was the same as the man who gave her her first scars. Her nose and muzzle burned in the memory, still she took a breath and slinked across the borders. Moving until she found the gathering she heard an announcement from a lioness, someone would be her opponent? Then some squirt was challenging her dad? She snickered at the idea, laying down nearby watching with just her head poking around the foliage she was hiding behind. Slowly she was becoming more in view, but becoming a teenager meant she wasn't a small thing to take away. Soon she would be too big to that!


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