Others filtered in, probably drawn by the commotion. After a moment, Ryker would drift over to join them, mostly drawn by @Shiva's voice. "If that unlucky bastard gets squished, I call dibs on his pelt." It was actually a nice color, and he meant to imply he'd like it as a personal decoration. But, really, he'd love to see the man pounded flat as a bit of karma for fucking up a bluffs member, and he'd love to offer the guy's skin to wolfbron leadership. Get a few more points in his favor.

Ryker seated himself again, this time watching the gathered strangers for reactions or other plans. Obviously, if one of the great beasts killed the other, he'd be right there with them to take what he could from the fallen.

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Fighting my way through the sins of the street I'm feeling psycho, psycho Where did my mind go? Biting my tongue and I'm loading my gun Back to the wind, better run, better run I'm feeling crazy, crazy Go 'head and make me It's the life that I can't escape, can't walk away There's blood in the ocean And I'm losing focus I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

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She was joined soon enough by her king, who had a more sobering take on the matter. "I guess they'd have to fight for it more given how big they are," she commented. "Which one do you think'll win? Personally, I'm betting on the rhino."

Her attention was briefly drawn by the notion of ganging up on the weaker one and getting a meal out of it. "Agreed," she called over to the Ecrosia lioness. Maybe let them fight just a little bit more to tire themselves out though. Maybe if they waited long enough they could get the both of them, although that seemed like more food than was necessary for even a whole pride, a number they certainly didn't have here. Still, with the weather going into chaos, they were all going to need whatever stockpiles they could get. Food was clearly going to become scarce.

+15 - BWP XP - Barbarian exp It was an interesting scene to come upon she had to admit, but she wouldnt show it on her face. Showing emotions were a sign of weaknesses, and with Amaryliss now full of enemies that would be the worst mistake she could do. So for her own and her cub's sake she needed to pretend neutrality all the time, to look like the fortress she could be. The less room for attacks the better right? As she watched the beats fight, ears switched with approaching steps. A woman she didnt know came nearby, speaking her bet for who might win of the two giants. She took a few instants to think on an answer. "Same," She answered calmly, eyes returning to the crashing behemoths and also to the nearly mashed man. More audience gathered around, some unknown and others she did. Including @Alizabeth her old friend and @Shiva. Old memories from when The Lagoon was hers and her mothers home. The though sent stinging pain to her heart, but again she did it well enough to not let it pass over her eyes, staying collected.

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The echoing stomps made by the big beasts were the only things heard around them, and likely heard from miles out. Shiva's eyes were on the foolish male that tangoed with the titans, but her ear flicked to the others who now addressed her.

"You can have it," she spoke in response to @Ryker, though silently questioning why he'd want such a trophy for a lion he did not even lift a toe to kill. "I'm only interested in finding out what rhino or elephant tastes like... My bid's on the rhino, too, for sure. Those horns aren't there for show." Red eyes searched for @Dysnomia, making sure the female knew she was talking to her. She had no idea the connection between her and Alizabeth.

Shiva hadn't immediately realized that @Alizabeth had been there, amongst the crowd of the gathered lions. Since their fight, she had been neutral towards the woman for the most part - satisfied to have shut her up for the time being. She didn't address her, and likely wouldn't unless the woman said something to her first... or gods forbid, they'd have to work together in this.

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It is an unfortunate circumstance, one that pills him under the weight of angry beasts and places him upon a ladder that seems quite impossible to climb. Fucking hell. The voices of rallying onlookers from the coliseum walls distract him for a moment, eyes wafting to the sidelines with a sneer as unsteady feet tremble beneath the weight of the rocking grounds. There's only one way out without being squashed it seems...It is only a matter of catching his place within their quarrel to dart. Until then - he is proactive within dancing amongst the stamp of feet and sweep of horns. It feels like an eternity until his moment is taken, weakness filtered within their bones and an opening breaks from the light. Vághan runs like hell. Feet kicking against the thorny thickets and dying brush to burst from their battle with gasp breaths. Holy shit.

Vághan bends, knees crackling against the floor as he gasps for air. It takes a few moments for him to recover from such daring activities, chest heaving in hot pants of breath as a snuffed cough splutters from aging lips. It is not until he is given chance to fully recover that magenta eyes register just who his company may be in this time. Zebra boy and princess soot shit. Fucking great. Vághan sneers with a hint of distaste, tearing from the CenterPoint of the crowd to take his own place in the corner like a scorn puppy. It'd be better to recover away from the disheartening eyes and mouthy lips of imbeciles than to have those laugh at his ignorance.

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It went without saying that even though it looked like Ember was trying to help, she was more or less just wanting to cause a scene. Nothing like being able to play with someone and also not get in trouble because no one could tell the difference. Thankfully a nice boy came over to her and seemed to be on her side of things in wondering what the hell was going on with the guy potentially getting stomped to death. Their voices really weren't all that grand in the scheme of things and did very little to save the stranger but she was content. I'm convinced that he's trying to kill himself, she murmurs in between roars of fire and smoke.

Eventually the dark male departs from the crazed behemoths and makes it out relatively unscathed. Ember could give him props for having escaped such a mighty fight but she certainly was not about to voice such a thing. Especially when he hadn't even looked their way to give any sort of thanks for their great means of distraction. It wasn't hard to see that several lions had now gathered to watch the poor and unfortunate soul that had gotten trapped amidst the behemoth's fighting. Ember, however, turned her body around and was going to leave when her head whipped over her shoulder to @Thrain I'm Ember. Ember Galloway. Because he certainly had a lot more confident, courage and sheer balls than anyone else here.

Alizabeth watched the two titans awhile longer, her stomach gurgling all the while. She was hungry - no doubt the pride was hungry. Glancing to @Dysnomia before switching her attention to @Fallon. They were making bets? She could get in on this. A single ear flicks lightly as @Shiva places her bet. "Naw, elephans have tusks, they're taller and they got a strong ass fuckin' trunk. Bettin' on the long nose fucker." She muses, her tail flicking lightly. Plus, that would be a big enough meal for them to take home to the Lagoon and share with the others. It seemed like @Ragna also bet on the elephant along with Fallon too. Leaning in toward her Queen, she murmurs, "Hopefully we can bring something back for the others." Brows knit together, glancing back to the behemoths fighting. Both looked increasingly tired, both bloody from attacks.

I'm a King, not a goddamn princess.

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Vaghan survives the crazed beasts by the skin of his teeth, and Thrain is both relieved and disappointed. He wanted the best for the stranger, he did, but he also wanted a cool story to tell his Padre. He can hear him now, "That my boy, is what happens when you are stupid!"

He laughed then, a boyish chuckle that combined his entertainment from his own thoughts alongside @Ember 's retort. "He wasn't very good at that either," he snickered, mischievously suggesting the grey stranger was useless for ending up in the situation in the first place.

"I'm Thrain Casales," he greets her, only now turning to actually look at her; noting she was roughly his age and certainly not a face he would forget any time soon.

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A shame. She admits with a deep sigh, wishing that she might have been a spectator to what could have been a lovely event. After all, it was not very often that you got to see it happen and the chaos might have been nice to watch. To see a lion trampled to death or at the very least continually chased by the behemoth prey could have been a lasting show.

At least she had had admirable company that could revel in the same delight as she. Finding fun, chaos and impending harm beautiful rather than scary. @Thrain Casales, he called himself, and she instantly remembers it. A face like his with a feathered ebony eye mask? Unforgettable, just as his darkened spirit was. Wanna go see if we can find something more fun to do? Eager to participate in something else with her new friend, assuming that he felt t he same about her.

Though, even if he didn't, Ember began to turn to leave. The adults that were here had talked amongst themselves for the most part. Ember was thankful that they had kept their distance and had not interfered with her one-on-one. They could keep their opinions to themselves, after all. exit ember w/ thrain?!

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He's got his ass in a knot. Maybe, it's because of the over-exertion of bodily functions or maybe it's just because he fucking hates just about everyone here. Well - if there were anyone more to hate than the grey bitch of the clay boy-king. Vághan fully intends to take his pound of flesh from her when the time as right. A punishment of some sorts - to make the boy-king watch as his wife wails in agony as the beast that haunts his dreams mars her features beyond repair. It's a delightful idea, and yet - he is nowhere to be found here. Thus, it will not work. Will not be desirable in his factions to be ganged upon when they want nothing more than peace in a time where war rages. It will instead continue to be a slow-burn disposal, something that will ebb and flow with time. Ignite and diminish with every meeting that they unfortunately have to bare themselves with. He will pacify his demons long enough to catch on to the conversation had by the white whore (@Alizabeth), it moves him to press inwards to the crowd with a sneer of upturned lips and cold steel cut eyes. You'll wait all fucking day to take a piece of that shit home if you're expecting them to gore each other. It's quite clear that neither predator is determined to give up the fight for the only fucking foliage in the grove.

His eyes gloss, turning to observe each of their frames with a bowed brow and a sickly hollow expression. He moves in tandem to address each of those ever present, though paying little to no attention to the woman of magenta hue (@Fallon). You'd be better off instead of making shit bets to just wait until they tire each other out and beat the life out of em' Isn't that what he had learned? Not from prey...But from the factions of his own kind. Allow them to over-exert, take their weakness within his palm and crush their bones beneath his teeth. There's enough of you here that you could get one of the fuckers down. Whether or not they would take up on the offer that stems partially from spite, he doesn't know. He doesn't care to stay to find out whether they accept the offer or not - too enraptured in his sour attitude to care anymore than he does now.

~ Exeunt Vaghan ~

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