domineering tones resound with ambitious intent, eliciting the intrigued quirk of a brow with its chaotic allure. but she is struck by an overwhelming sense of familiarity as she registers that the summons were derived from a certain ginger miroslav captor – all the more reason to ensnare her fleeting attentions. luring her from the filthy depths of the mire as she pursues the call with a slinking gait, dark flesh caked and dripping with muck in an attempt to conceal her scent. her stance with the andal horde is uncertain after her escape from its desert clutches, after all, and olive is much too self-preserving (or is it cowardly?) to chance an assault. her arrival is met with the cacophony of battle, violent snarls and grunts penetrating the atmosphere to serve as testaments to a pent-up wrath between prides. the scene that unfolds is so reminiscent of that day upon mire soil, and olive is critical as her gaze ravages the colosseum, as she creeps behind scattered foliage and rock in hopes of remaining unseen. she pinpoints seneca, vaghan, amaroq, eskel, and ghyslaine amongst the fray, but she does not compromise her position – however much she yearns for reunion with either. olive is attempting to hide!

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It seemed she has found a nice contender, and even though the Bluffs and the Oasis held hard emotions between themselves, she needed to admit this woman was fun and was entertaining herself quite a bit. Making her feel alive, at least for now. The sound of fights in the background only worked to set her even more into her own,. Pushing her to keep going regardless of the pain from her wounds, specially those on her rear. She feels Cassine 's fangs deep in her hide, annoying and painful. Blood pouring without rest. But she wasn't satisfied yet. She wanted more...more blood, more pain for this bitch. Her own jaws around the clay woman's limb. Aiming to return the pain, but hopefully twice the pain. Her claws manage to slice the woman's muzzle, it was something. But as she went forward, Cassine's own jaws bites on her toes, pain bursts but only to push her forward. With her back legs she aimed to push herself ahead, jaws opened as she sought to cast a bite on the foe's face, wherever she could to stop her. Alma vs @Cassine For Minor maim iii - III Hits: Rolling 7d20: 8 + 3 + 10 + 19 + 6 + 16 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 16 + 13 + 18 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 15 + 16 + 10 + 4 + 18

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@Zahra VS. @Tripfire FOR dominance
— RESULTS —

Zahra Hits: 2 + 3 + 3 + 1 luck = 9
Zahra Dodges: 1 + 1 + 1 = 3

Tripfire Hits: 3 + 3 + 2 = 8
Tripfire Dodges: 1 + 0 + 1 = 2

Zahra Successful Hits: 7
Tripfire Successful Hits: 5

ZAHRA HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!

The fights began to increase in numbers, as more and more lions fought each other. A war was born, a war between the Oasis and the Bluffs. But...she was willing to help them, they were friends to her, and she already knew what side she had picked, even without being asked. As she waited for the so needed answer, she fell oblivious to the surroundings. And thats when someone attacked her, Vermier again. So he stopped sending dogs after her? Was he now going for himself? So be it. Again she wasnt in the mood, but she knew better not to let emotions take her senses away, to make her fight without a plan. There is when she was met with ravenous claws, claws that took hold of her shoulders, claws piercing her skin, blood quickly runs down her legs. As he aimed to munch on left ear. She could feel his fangs poke the skin from it, but she wouldnt give him that without a fight. She turned her face to her right(To where Vermier is fighting her), Her right front leg lifted with claws extended, as she attempted to claw Vermier's face, wherever she could reach. Give him pain! Ragna vs @Vermier for Minor maim(Face scarring) I - IV Hits: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 17 + 16 + 18 + 9 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 4 + 19 + 11 + 15 + 9 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 17 + 14 + 20 + 1

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He had things to prove, to show. He wanted to be trusted, trusted by Amara. For benefiest that didn't leave those of his family and himself. Willing to go at the limits to secure himself a safe home and more. For that he needed to make it look as if he was really willing to fight for them, even if at the end all was but an illusion, one he wanted to make as realistic as possible. And those marks that now adorned his mizzle could help pretty well with that right?

As his fangs dug into the woman's thigh, he attempted to shake his head a bit to try causing some more damage, even if it could end up being subtle, a joke. He wasn't that strong, he was small and he was used to use more the art of fooling others more than his own strength. And thus he wasn't that strong on his bite but he needed to try.

There its when the woman rams against his head. He attempted to move out of the way but as he went to let go of her thigh he felt the hit, on his muzzle. Setting his pain receptors on fire. Out of anger he attempts to bite again, hoping this time to do so in the base of her tail or wherever he could get.

Poltergeist vs @Curse(@Corvus ★)
For dominance
iii - iii
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 7 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 1 + 4 + 11 + 13 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 9 + 11 + 17 + 7

BG

This was exciting!

There was very little running through the she-demon's mind, but when she was easily able to land her intended blows, she could only think of what the female's flesh would taste like once she won this fight. Would it be sweet like it was dipped in honey and fed to her on a platter? Or would it be salty? As if the lioness it belonged to fought for her life until the bitter end?

Axelle was banking on salty, especially as she tasted Halimede's blood in her mouth. She savored it, though, but the moment was short-lived as her opponent shoved a paw into her chest. The force knocked the wind from her lungs, and feeling her balance shift, Axelle attempted to hang onto the female's throat, only to have to release her deadly grip in the end. Dropping her paw from the female's shoulder, she stumbled back a bit from the force, feeling soreness in the center of her chest as she sprung back towards the lioness. She wouldn't allow a bruise to hinder such a valuable meal that dangled its tender meat just before her nose!

Axelle hadn't noticed the shallow scratches in her chest, caused by the female's claws - too wound up in the moment to care about such little wounds. However, they were there, and they'd surely be sore later. Axelle's next move would be an attempt at shouldering the female - using her weight to crash into her, and then using the proximity to attempt to hook her left paw into the female's back to grab her and keep her steady for an attempted bite that would soon follow.

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tdlr; Axelle attempts to shoulder Hali, and then tries to hook her left paw's claws into her back (nearest to bottom spine?) and then tries to chomp some area of her back (you pick!)

Axelle vs. @Halimede
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 3/4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 18 + 16 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 13 + 3 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 6 + 9 + 4 + 2

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Louve had expected a fight. Hell, she wanted a fight. The young Dieudonne was growing, and while age brought some measure of sense it also brought a heightened desire of unsavory tastes. Fighting was the best way to satisfy that beast, and so when Kira charges her way she is tensed and ready.

Watching her opponent she attempts to scramble back a few steps as the other came to a stop and swung her paw towards Louve's face. A snarl rose to meet her, acting half on instinct more than anything. Kira's claws scrape across the surface of the girl's nose, leaving scrapes that would seep blood but would not scar.

Kira's teeth also do not land as brutally as she might have hoped, Louve's movement meaning that the teeth would scrape through the surface of her skin. These cuts were a little deeper but still would not likely scar -- not that the girl minded one way or another.

Louve pulls her own paw from the girl, attempting to strike out with her right paw towards Kira's left elbow. Claws unsheathed she hopes to gouge deeply behind the joint, seeking to find any edge that she can in an unbalanced fight.

Simultaneously she returns fire with her teeth, attempting to sink them in to the right side of Kira's face, hoping to grab hold of her cheek.

There is a commotion as Bee and Narsil leap in to the fight, but she is single-minded in her focus, knowing she cannot rely on anybody to save her. If Kira wanted to pick on somebody half her age then Louve would at least give her a fight to talk about.


Louve & @Beelzebub vs @Kira & @Narsil
Dominance
Round 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 1 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 19 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 5 + 1 + 7 + 19 + 16

*+1 luck due to presence of Charax, the lead scout in WB.

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He heeds the call for the Dieudonne kingdom late, his patrols expanding too far from the pit to reach it quickly. The weather was not on his side, either, and Apollinaire found himself needing to circle around territories that were far too dangerous to traverse during this precarious time.

But his blood thirst – his hunger for the imbeciles that dare lay claw on the red rock castle – drove the heathen onward. He salivated at the opportunity to sink teeth into lion flesh, to feel nails rake through his skin – fighting tooth and claw for your meal made it ten times more delicious.

His heart beats wildly against his chest, anticipating the reveal of bleeding muscle and clashing bodies as the cries grew louder, louder, louder. He could smell them now – the strong, thick scent of blood carrying itself on the air and luring him like a cruel mistress. His senses sharpened, and his walk became a trot as the Pit’s edges appeared in his sight.

He couldn’t see the battle yet. Only when he reached the edge did he slither down in a crouch to observe from above. The scene was chaos, as always, and he felt his dark heart bloom in it. Amara was fighting the challenger – an Andal man – and the rest of the Oasis were duking it out on the sidelines.

The french man's gaze scoured the audience – those standing still even if they were far in between. The flash of white & grey whisked his attention immediately. It was him – the mongrel who had dared dine with sacred flesh.

It was time to return the favor.

Apollinaire was not one to keep a grudge. Oh, no! However, his flesh was far too precious to give away so freely. And especially not to a creature as vile as the striped monochrome trespasser.

And so he circled around, attempting to position his charge from behind Vaghan. The neat Dieudonne barreled down with speed, attempting to clasp his parted teeth into the enemy’s alabaster spine, specifically to try and bite into the middle of the spine. Meanwhile, his left foot snaked upward in an attempt to rake unsheathed claws into Vaghan’s left hind hip.

Apollinaire vs. @Vághan
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 11 + 17 + 20 + 14 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 4 + 8 + 5 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 11 + 15 + 6 + 5 + 16 + 12

+1 luck due to WB Lead Scout (Charax) being present

hail to the king
kneel to the crown

royal flames will carve a path to chaos
bringing daylight to the night
let the water flow with shades of red
arrows black out the light

Too unaware of the bulk, the bulge - Gauthier's vision is ripped with only red, only appetite, only worry - aside, the war rages on. It is all he knows, all that festers within him, the meat and maggot writhe of his vicious heart; the core of it sprawling with a pestilent vehemence. Greatness and honor is a fanfare of another valorous dream. Here, there is only the sensation of pain and the blood lining his jaws, and the way Kieran Alizabeth struggles against the tide.

She pivots; his wrist is wrenched with the possession of her claws and it stings, it cuts, a feeling in his bones and knuckles and cold air sucked into his lungs. But she relents the pull and raises her claws instead to his face -- they slice already mottled flesh, shredding the scar tissue and clinking against the ivory cage of his teeth.

Gauthier releases his hold if only to try and duck away from the claws, red bleeding into the pool of his eye - and he attempts to lunge again for the side of her neck just below her left ear - intending a vice grip, a closing clamp. He plays for keeps, for satiety's sake... even though he will never know the bliss of true satisfaction, he may have a taste of it.

Gauthier vs @Alizabeth
for Minor Maim (tbd)
3 of 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 11 + 14 + 20 + 1 + 4 + 8 + 10 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 12 + 3 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 5 + 19 + 2 + 11

Art © Ryuu

The pain seemed to roll through her in waves and she could feel her body starting to waver under the strain of yet another fight. His claws drag down her cheek to her neck and it seemed that she would have even more scars that she wouldn't be able to brush off. She had managed most of her life keeping scars off her face but now, it seemed her face would tell the world her story. The male's weight shifted and her foreleg struggled to hold the weight and keep her balance. She really didn't have much choice but to go down but she wouldn't just go down without a fight. Amara attempted to push off the ground in a little jump with all her legs that were touching and fold her body toward him. She was giving up her ability to stand but hoped that she would at least be able to manage another victory on the ground if she spun it to her own timing and not his. All at the same time, her back legs attempts to pull up just before attempting to claw his chest and underside while kicking out at him and her right claws attempt to swing up to dig into his face once again as she more or less tries to spider monkey his body. She hopes that the extra weight that she now adds to his front end with the forward movement he had made would have them both crashing to the ground. She would wait it out for a moment to get back on her feet. She needed to win and hopes that this wouldn't backfire on her. Amara vs @Leander For Wolfbron Bluffs Round 5 / 5 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 12 + 20 + 16 + 7 + 18 + 1 + 4 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 18 + 12 + 19 + 14 + 10 + 16 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 2 + 19 + 16 + 14

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