Waking up with the bloodstains
My state of mind is a hurricane

Whatever Seneca's reaction, he moved back as soon as it was obvious he'd won and that Cassine was, indeed, safe for the time being. So he could go home without wondering if he'd be able to keep his skin where it was, or if it would end up decorating Amara's (or Vermier's) den.

He'd spotted a different target through the chaos, and wasn't eager to let her get away.

Ryker prowled through the crowd, weaving between various fights, and taking note of the fact Amara seemed to have won her own battle. Even better, that meant he actually had a home to return to. Not that a takeover would have immediately stopped him - what better way to welcome an enemy than with a nice maim? But the patchy bastard would keep his face the way it was for another day, because Ryker was focused on stalking the disappearing form of @Alma.

Someone owed him a rematch.

-exit-

I'm a wild boy, ready to destroy

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Claws and dug and teeth had sunk, but there was a pressure building upon Axelle's chest and the closer she tried to close the distance between her and her opponent, the tighter the pressure became. Accompanied soon by a stinging sensation, Axelle released her bite from the female's back, but didn't so readily release her claws. As her opponent pushed on her, Axelle attempted to drag her claws along her spine, eventually releasing her altogether.

The stinging sensation in her chest, Axelle would soon realize, was her opponent's claws sinking deep into the soft skin there. Red, bloody marks formed and blood gushed from the wounds, and only when Axelle would allow her opponent to push her away would the horrible stinging stop... though it lingered as an uncomfortable sensation even as the two lionesses disconnected for a moment.

"J'aime quand mes repas sont fougueux," Axelle purred, surging forward again, attempting to land a bite for her opponent's throat once more. Axelle wasn't messing around; she wanted to kill and eat this woman.

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

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 12 + 18 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 9 + 11 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 2 + 16 + 10 + 9

OOC: I apologize for being so slow with this, but I appreciate your patience <3

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It seems that Myra is far from the only who is less than pleased to see one of Andal's piebalds going for a crown. In fact, saying that the Bluff lions are displeased would be a complete understatement. It's not so different from that fateful day when her own home had been attacked, battles breaking out all around here so fast that she can't even keep track of any of the 'whys' or 'hows'.

She can't say she's terribly dismayed to see it.

The sounds of violence already had her on high alert, but her blue eyes sparked up with further interest when @Alaric commanded that they were to aid the Bluffs. She hadn't expected that she might become more than a spectator here today, but it would be a lie if she said that it wouldn't be thrilling, a rush of adrenaline flowing through her as she stands. Couldn't let an opportunity to repay some of the bloodshed that Mire had suffered go to waste now, could she?

The main battle is no longer enough to hold her attention as she casts her gaze around in search of an appropriate target, her lips already pulling into a snarl. The smell of blood is heavy in the air, the countless tangles of thrashing bodies difficult to differentiate each other, but the chaos only serves to awaken her bloodlust, drawing it out to greet the light of day.

--Myra is looking for a fight--

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Her claws shred down the chest of her opponent, but the satisfaction is short-lived when Louve's teeth clench down on her leg. Simultaneously she can feel the younger woman's claws shredding the sensitive skin in her armpit, blood flowing freely from the now gaping wound. With a snarl Kira attempts to lash out at Louve's face once more, this time her jaws aiming and hoping to grab hold of Louve's muzzle and clamp downward. Ears flatten as she takes her left forepaw to attempt and slash outward at her chest again, if only to try and make her previous attack deeper. The pain from Louve's grasp on her leg is certainly a nuisance but it wouldn't discourage her from continuing to use the limb in battle. The sound of her sister's fight becomes a lull in the background; it is in this moment that the two of them are one, working in tandem with one another.

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

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 19 + 1 + 12 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 14 + 3 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 13 + 20 + 2 + 14 + 18

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@Gauthier VS. @Alizabeth FOR MINOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Gauthier Hits: 6+5+4+3 = 18
Gauthier Dodges: 2+1+2+4 = 9

Alizabeth Hits: 2+4+3+2+2 Luck = 13
Alizabeth Dodges: 2+3+3+3 = 11

Gauthier Successful Hits: 7
Alizabeth Successful Hits: 4

@Gauthier HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Alizabeth is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

@Gauthier Wounded Roll: 4

@Gauthier is WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 8/16/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

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!

@Vermier VS. @Ragna FOR MINOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Vermier Hits: 3+4+2+1+1 Luck = 11
Vermier Dodges: 3+4+2+3 = 12

Ragna Hits: 4+2+2+2+1 Luck = 11
Ragna Dodges: 3+1+4+4 = 12

Vermier Successful Hits: -1
Ragna Successful Hits: -1

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TIE-BREAKER

performed on discord by @irish ★

Vermier Hits: 3+1 Luck = 4
Vermier Dodges: 3

Ragna Hits: 1
Ragna Dodges: 4

Vermier Successful Hits: 0
Ragna Successful Hits: -2

@Vermier HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Ragna is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

@Vermier Wounded Roll: 5

@Vermier is WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 8/16/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

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!

Halimede's attack had nearly worked against her; Axelle's claws sunk deeper into her spine, dragging along the sensitive vertebrae and causing her to grit her teeth. What once may have been a far more light-hearted and brutal battle had turned into something darker, and Halimede could sense that @Axelle wanted more than just a good fight, bloodied fists and knocked out teeth. Her breath hitched in her throat, eyes wide and wild as her opponent launched forward in an attempt on her neck. Her teeth connected; Halimede could only move her head just in time, tipping her chin down just fast enough to safeguard her neck and instead receiving the brunt of the bite on her muzzle.

And in that same moment, her paws lurched upward, hoping to hook around Axelle's neck and claw downward, trying so desperately not to gain that final upper-hand, unable to speak given the grip of Axelle's jaws around her muzzle now. Unable to do anything, now, other than hope that this final attack would be enough to will the woman away.

Halimede was too scrawny to be at all tasty.

Halimede vs Axelle
for minor maim
iv of iv

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 16 + 1 + 9 + 13 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 13 + 15 + 1 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 15 + 7 + 1 + 5

Scorpius

 

Much as her claws dig and rip the skin of his stomach, the pain mixes together and he can no longer feel individual toes; and he can’t see what her claws do - he doesn’t care to worry about it.

His own teeth sink into her wrist, and without second thought he attempts to bite down hard on it, attempting to break the bones inside and make her scream again - the noise is shrill and primal and something dark in the princeling wants to see how much he can make her hurt. That said, so distracted by the prize in his mouth he doesn’t notice the girl lunge for his face; teeth scrape above and below his eye before he jerks back instinctively, jaws loosening around her wrist to avoid getting teeth in his eye.

Enraged by the attack (or his own foolishness) the prince’s paw lifts and attempts to slap across the girl’s face.

Scorpius v @Séverine
For Séverine
Round three of three
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 1 + 13 + 8 + 5 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 2 + 8 + 6 + 16

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The pressure mounts, his teeth boring into the tendons and bones of her wrist — nearly enough to snap, but not quite. He would have had that advantage had she not made a beeline for his eye, forcing @Scorpius to relinquish the strength of his grip to narrowly avoid the pale girl's teeth plucking his eye from his skull. Unfortunate. She seeks to wrench her paw the rest of the way free of his grasp whilst he is pulling back, and when his claws come swinging for her face, Séverine attempts to intercept the blow, trying to snatch his paw so that she might return the favor. Of course, turning into his blow means that his talons slash across her cheek and muzzle in the process, but it matters little in the grand scheme of things. Even in her prone position, she has no intention of losing. séverine vs scorpius for séverine move three of three Hits: Rolling 4d20: 1 + 13 + 11 + 14 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 17 + 4 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 6 + 4 + 15 + 13

in the company of killers

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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

His movement slid as Alizabeth shifted beneath, balance slipping against the water-logged slate, but held her down nonetheless. He attempted to press with the bulk of his weight, and reared back with his jaws spread wide, w i d e, fangs bared with vicious delight, a hungry sensation of feral gluttony! To cleave, to mangle - he bore down as her head rose up, up! His fangs ripping, her skull bludgeoning, he made to tear the flesh from her face, the softness of her muzzle, a victorious prize of a selected skin.

Achieving this, wrapping teeth around the tenderness of her face, the edge of that double-sided blade caught him in fold.

There is a crackle and an ugly pop that he hears before the surge of heat and pain rattles his skull.

The ruthless gulch of a pang, he hissed as he pulled away from her - bitter victory, a sore winner, he attempted to shove her into the dirt again so she may not follow, and moved aside to assess the awful ache that began pulsing in his skull. Clenching his jaw, it served to only send another grating horde of pain running along his bones like impish hoof-beasts tunnelling into his brain. A click of his teeth and something moves again - worse, terrible yet - and her voice finally finds its way between the throbbing soreness. She swears - her voice manifests more pain, he clenched his eyes and turned away, and all the pain that has waited in his body rushes to the surface like a torrential uppour.

If something is wrong with the kids -- For a moment he had sought Aidoneus, desperate, virile, his jaw slackened at its edge, blood pouring into his eyes. But he turned back then to @Alizabeth - and saw the swell in her side. From there to her gaze, motherly ferocity, he expelled a breath of what should have been no, but was only hot air. Not only had he relented himself to the servitude of a personal gain that was not his - he had brought more lives into it that was not his to take. His mind reeled over the eyes of his siblings, their beady glisten in the dark of the den, their terror and welling sense of betrayal.

His punishment was the inability to chase more of the Andal wretches, his intended thrill. His consequence was a dislocated jaw - and painful eating for one who enjoyed flavor. No steak after all. Her blood in his mouth was all that he would enjoy now, and even that would wither and curdle in spite of himself.

All the gains of a triumph fall away, rile their routes out of him, and pain takes their place. He attempted to sneer, snarl, but his swelling cheek (open to air! a hole punctured through the scar tissue he realized then, more grief) stung at the hinge and he shut his eye tight.

Why should he care? growled some part of him, You have your pound of flesh.

But there was more. More he wanted, always. More that he could not ever take. Such was the curse. Kieran. Gauthier ripped his eyes in search of the mottled-brown, and what placed his one-eyed stare was a scene of horror: her throat open, ready, a waiting vestibule of hunger - lamb, and lion - @Kieran's claws made it so, and his teeth would take.

There was a harrowing feeling of despair that stole away the soul of him for a flying moment - Gauthier, tripping, slipping on the slick ground wet with blood and rain, twisted his body to clamber to her rescue. But it was an ungraceful, disjointed lope - one desperate, frantic, pained, his heart thrust against his lungs and snapped shut with the barbs of sure desolation. He would be too late, he knew, but try he would nonetheless - try to save @Aidoneus, try to throw Kieran to the side.

Too late, too late, too late. Too slow, too wanting, too soft, too wounded.

@Euphrosyne

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