So, Amara was challenged. This was an interesting turn of events indeed.

Axelle had wandered to the pits at the sound of the summons, like so many others of her pride. They were going to support their queen, probably. Axelle? She wanted to stir the already heightened feelings of those gathered and make her favorite meal: soupe chaotique. She arrived to the scene with a smirk on her lips, eyeballing each of the lions gathered, noting the scents in the air. Oh, it was Andal Oasis challenging Amara?

Now, they were wearing a target on their foreheads.

"Ces chattes pour éviter les montagnes," Axelle purred, prowling passed the Andal lions gathered, looking over them with a brazen gaze as if picking out the best steak for dinner. "Trop élevé pour vous les rats du désert?"

She stopped in front of one lioness in particular. A gray female with darker gray stripes and two different colored eyes. She was actually kind of pretty, but Axelle was in a foul mood and wanted to rustle some feathers. She looked the female in the eyes dangerously, like a predator would its intended prey. "Tu as l'air délicieux," she purred, not intending for the female to understand her. "Ne t'en fais pas. Quand tu ne pourras plus bouger, je rendrai ta mort rapide, belle."

And then, a bold move, Axelle attempted to hook a clawed paw into @Halimede's face, attempting to pull her closer towards Axelle for a bite intended for her neck.

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Axelle vs. @Halimede
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 1/4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 15 + 10 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 9 + 2 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 17 + 5 + 16

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euphrosyne amekhania

i sleep in the dark;
in the memory of your kiss

she wasn't sure what made her bypass the passage and head straight for the heart of amaryllis. it might have been curiosity, or instinct, or a combination of both that lead her to the pit. whatever it was, it had worked out in her favor. the first thing she comes up on is the challenge for the bluffs, though she has no idea who either parties are.

the only one she recognizes is @Aidoneus. her cousin. her family. euphrosyne has not seen her since she left and her heart leaps with the possibility to reconnect with her cousin. she beelines for the striped lioness, never taking her eyes off of her.

she notices him a hair after it is too late.

"@Aidoneus!"

the lion makes contact and aidoneus attempts to flee. she turns on him, her claws and teeth flashing. euphrosyne does not think. she rushes at the pair before attempting to barrel into his side, striving to wrap her arms around his belly and sink her claws into his back. perhaps even unbalance him, if only she can grab on to something. she seeks to gain purchase with her teeth on his shoulder, so she may hold him in place.

@Aidoneus & Euphrosyne v @Kieran
for minor maim
move I of IV
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 8 + 7 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 1 + 10 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 8 + 10 + 6 + 5

His call had rolled over the lands and Amara was keen to make him wait. She was in no rush, making sure that her own lands wouldn't be attacked by fools before leaving and heading toward the Pit. She didn't really understand why he would call from there, if he couldn't handle a fight on the Bluff's lands did he really think he could handle life there. The snow hung on her back as she walked out of her lands. She didn't rush, her body didn't need to be worn down when she got there. Her last fight for the pride had come to her and she had been in a stronger state. While she was mostly healed now, her body was still not back to the perfect state it had been before. She was well aware of this but she doubted that any of her members knew this. She had worked hard to carry herself the same way but the number of fights her body had taken in a short time frame was taking a toll.

Amara arrived to see that fights were already starting while others stood around. Her golden gaze scanned and found the one who was calling for her lands. The fucker's brother? They looked far too alike for it to just be a random family member. She snarled as she took as much in as she could, finding the white bitch that had wounded her in the war Amara knew she needed to have that set right. She spotted @Gauthier among the many and slid up to his free side, his brother was given a glance before she spoke. The brute had said he wanted to be part of this. To have his orders. {The small white lioness.} Amara nodded toward @Alizabeth. {She gave me these scars. Return the favor to me while I handle him.} She said nothing else as she moved away, she knew it would be handled as she launched into her own fight.

-- fight starts--

She had fought many lions in her days and each one was different. Each one had a different way of handling themselves so the only thing she knew she could do and could control was herself. She wasn't like other leaders she had seen with more words than needed. One things needed to happen. She needed to win. She said nothing as she ran toward him, face on, her harden golden gaze locked on him. She wasn't about to shy away from this. The lioness was used to fighting in unfavorable conditions which the pit seemed to offer them today. She would do her best to use that in her favor. Once the lioness was close enough, within reaching distance, she slid her back legs under her and lifted her front legs from the mud. Her left claws attempted to swing toward his face attempting to slice open his cheeks and draw first blood. Her right claws attempted to grip and dig into his left shoulder. The fight bell had been rung.

edited to add the above on 10/10

Amara vs @Leander
For Wolfbron Bluffs
Round {1} / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 12 + 11 + 10 + 20 + 6 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 16 + 3 + 19 + 17 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 3 + 18 + 10 + 15

@Aidoneus & @Euphrosyne vs @Kieran FOR minor maim
— DEFAULT —

Due to interference, this fight has defaulted.

Kieran HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR minor maim!

Please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first. As per the site rules, if 3 days go by without a post from the challenger(s), they can be skipped. Whichever comes first! Any posts made before this will be removed.

alma may have been annoyed that they were still waiting for the real challenge to begin, but the incessant rolling of her voice only served to amplify cassine’s own sense of frustration as she barrelled in her direction, claws glinting and her eyes narrowed until — they finally collided in a heap of fur and fangs.

the andal woman’s body had managed to shift somewhere in the interim, her hips dropping quickly towards to the earth, albeit the fact that cassine’s claws still managed to tear into either side of her figure. to draw first blood was an invigorating feeling in and of itself, especially as the sounds of carnage rose up in the background, signalling surely that more was to come. it appeared as though if wolfbron were to burn, they would be taking everyone else down with them; and, frankly, the parisian was fine with that.

snarling lowly, splayed jaws would look to reach forwards next, following the curve of alma’s body before the dieudonne attempted to snap her fangs into the tender flesh of her opponent’s lower spine. given her reach, this meant that alma’s claws managed to land along the side of cassine’s neck instead, carving out moderate wounds that were quick to seep red and that flared waves of pain along the area. hoping to ignore the retaliation while she could, however, cassine would not waste any time before attempting to swipe her right paw forwards again, claws now aiming for the flesh along alma’s right flank, while her left forelimb sought to return to the earth and, hopefully, strength her stability.


@Cassine vs. @Alma
for minor maim
round two out of four
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 10 + 19 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 10 + 11 + 9 + 16 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 16 + 11 + 13 + 5

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It takes a lifetime before the leader of the Bluffs arrives and by that time, chaos has already erupted in the muddied terrain of the Pit. Here and there, scuffles begin to break out, Leander's mismatched gaze surveying the damage with a furrowed brow. Amongst the fights is one for @Halimede and the Heir must resist the urge to interrupt that battle for he had his own to consider. He is beginning to wonder if there is foul play at hand when @Amara decides to show her face.

She commands someone (whom Leander suspects is a member of Wolfbron) before she focusses her attention upon him. Itching to get the ball rolling, Leander senses her charge and meets her with one of his own -- lurching his large frame into motion as he aims to meet her in the middle, determined snarl on his lips. They collide -- Amara's left paw reaching its mark as talons slash downwards through the tender flesh of his cheek, blood seeping from the fresh wounds. A snarl would pass through opened jaws as he feels her talons dig into the skin of his left shoulder.

They wounds sting -- though numbed by the adrenalin that courses fiercely through his veins.

Leander attempts to launch himself upwards from muscled haunches, large jowls attempting to latch onto the undersides of his opponent's neck. Simultaneously, right forepaw, with claws unsheathed, attempts to rake down the woman's tender underbelly.

@Leander vs @Amara
For Wolfbron Bluffs
Round 1 / 5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 10 + 17 + 3 + 9 + 11 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 17 + 10 + 19 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 6 + 16 + 7 + 12

Because I'm hyped up out of control

Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know

It was probably too much to hope the man wouldn't shift position. He turned just in time to spot Ryker's approach and shift which part of himself would be subject to attack. Which was fine. Seneca was still closer to the edge.

Right paw would return to the ground only so the left could lift and attempt to hook claws into the top of Seneca's left-side ribs as the man turned and shoved, trying to grip and hold. He would keep his forelimb more rigid, to brace against the shove and lessen the injury to his nose. The sensitive flesh still suffered a good bump, stinging and definitely sore afterward, but Ryker would not relent.

Fangs again sought flesh, now attempting to latch deep into the space between the end of Seneca's ribs and before the muscle of his left hip. His right paw would lift again, trying to hook claws into the upper ridge of the other male's left hip as he would attempt to shove. Fully trying to push Seneca closer to the looming edge of the pit.

Ryker vs. @Seneca (@koi)
Rematch! (dominance) @Cassine
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 14 + 3 + 2 + 13 + 6 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 17 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 7 + 9 + 5 + 8

If it's a fight, I'm ready to go

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made with gunmetal bones and wolf's teeth
a warrior, a soldier

Each fervent breath like oxygen held to the flame, the rush of his heartbeat so loud in his ears like the drums of war. Kieran's desire and desperation grew as the slip of @Aidoneus' teeth from her lips glinted in the pale light. Her bite was a catalyst, her grip on his muzzle a strike of stones, a spark. Pain unfurled like a wave, pacing his rage, tempering his ire into a fine-edged sword. He wanted more. As she assailed him, he wanted more. More, and more. Ruining her pretty face would simply not be enough.

He aimed to shove her to the ground, one paw on her plush chest and the other trying to reach under her jaw and wrench her chin upwards. How base and dirty and desperate was he to ruin her so, to try and take more than what he'd initially called for, to stare into the eyes of her pride and her family as he stole from them what was most precious. His own yellow canines glinted in the sun, not nearly so brilliant but ferocious and keening. He paused; he'd stilled for only a breath, but in the heat of that moment, it felt as if it had dragged on forever. Into her eyes he stared—her eyes, those of which stayed his hesitation, lulled into stopping. Breathing. Thinking.

No. No.

He refused to be softened. He remembered the way Amara seemed beaten within an inch of her life, what bright and brilliant soul rendered to ruin. Their home, thrice threatened. Their family, wrenched apart at the seams. Even the innocent bystanders of those responsible would not be shielded from Kieran's wrath. His hesitation dissipated all at once, and he wrenched his head back, jaws agape, lunging for the soft fur of her throat. You will be mine, he thought cruelly as he lunged downward, mine and death's alone.

@Euphrosyne

She watched with growing intensity as @Alma is quickly swept into battle, charged by a lioness of vastly different size and stature but similar temperament. Halimede had to side-step in order to avoid them, a soft oof! sighing from her lips as she tip-toed away from their battle and right into the arms of @Seneca's own. A black-and-white lion charged the black-and-white king, and it is only in those fleeting moments of her secondary escape from the fray that she recognizes just who that lion is. Alma's boyfriend. Tough relationship, Halimede thought bemusedly.

The hounds of the Bluffs descended upon them, frenzied and desperate. And yet, as Halimede stole one last glance at @Leander, she could see his was markedly absent. She could scarcely blame Amara for wanting a flashy appearance, and to have her faithful members lead the charge was perhaps one of the largest introductions to a challenge Halimede could think of.

And neither would she be spared of it.

She did not understand the loud caterwauling that came from @Axelle as she stood before her. What she did understand, however, was the thrill of the battle coming forth. Halimede swiftly sprung into action, the light-footedness from dancing about the two fights on either side of them leaving her ready for this first assail. Funny, that's exactly what the last guy said to me, she smirked, her tail lashing almost excitedly. Her speech was almost interrupted by the sudden thrash of Axelle's claws across her cheek, causing thin but stinging lacerations from just underneath her ear to the fringes of her muzzle, just before the start of her whiskers. A focused hiss exhaled from her lips, before lurching forward, attempting to hook her paws on either side of her opponent's neck and drag her down in a flurry of gray fur.

Halimede vs Axelle
for minor maim
i of iv

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 3 + 6 + 11 + 17 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 15 + 14 + 7 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 20 + 6 + 12 + 7

When I'm with you it's from within
I know you can see through my skin

She was never prepared for such decadence.

This was an indulgence beyond her appetite, an act not meant for her hands. Retaining best she could to the hold claimed, there still wasn't enough might in her body. Slackened against the tribulations of poor hunt, poorly Oasis, poorly make; there came little in the ways of resisting his might.

Losing it all, including that last bit of a hold on everything, on Kieran, on the now.

He pushed, and she could do nothing more than to be throttled beneath him. Slipping in resolve, slipping in ability. Crashing then, and without the soft give of sand, nor the plushness of moss. No, this was hardened earth. Packed gravel, and as the grit was pressed deep into her back, all breath escaped her. Gasping between her gaping, aching bite. Fear encroached, welling in the gelid stare. Filling their depths with nothing else but despair and certain demise.

She thought of her children, those whom she'd fought so hard to be returned to. To the husband who found others to warm their bed in her absence. To the friend whom felt too much like paradise. To the sureness of a confidante. To a return of temptation. To the spark of newness in ready trust. And now, to the reunion she was certain to be robbed of.

@Euphrosyne's scent filled her lungs, and whale-eyed, between flashing of fur, of limb, of chaos, she caught a glimpse: there went the gray of mist in woodland, the white-tipped ears of Persephone herself.

And then, she wondered: is this how it ends?

I'm hollow
I'm floating I'm flying I'm dying