Most of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

Dancing flickers of a sudden light would increase in tenacity, the golden-yellow apparatus monitoring as if it were in direct contact with the cool breeze. The flames burning from an pitch ember that took root inside the hollow hole of a chest, a scorching temperature would rise, cooking the soul inside-out and with such passion that cursed his form, the brute would let the raw power behind his anger bellow out in a short but loud snarl, jowls twitching uncontrollably as the pearl white of his fangs would be bared for all to see. Souls on a once past life would take form, the grey mist moving as memories would serve as a guide to play the part. Perfect. Things were bloody perfect as the large brute would have his shadow wave through it's neighbors: silent, well-placed steps would travel their way around and directly between the forest woodlands, mentioning the large brute around while the figure mixed with the hues of a pitched nightfall to completely cover himself in the shade of midnight. A true breathing demon.

The killer would attack through the underbrush and broken floor beneath him as he moved and with such movement, the male would follow the scent of Hollow. No path. No destination other than the pride of a fellow ghost. One of whom he had yet to come to fully understand in an extent that held him caved and fearful within such a pliant and convenient palace as this. It would be a delightful shame if Reaper had to destroy the pack from it's core. Yes. To hear the ear piercing screams of those the devil took as victims, not feeling any emotion other than pure joy as the impulse to kill, steal, and destroy would grow stronger. To feel and taste the flesh of his victims beneath him and watch their insides pool out into a puddle was a sight indeed. Staining the terrain with the color forever to mark the spot where that being lost their life - their pride.

Voices. Voices and screams would puncture his mind, the never ending shrieks driving the male mad for more. More victims, more blood. Oh, how many had fallen beneath the brute and how many more would in the next few months. Fun. It would be rather fun, to break down this man and whatever he had built. Killing a few measly cubs here and there but otherwise remain undetected until time was proper. Only the next few moments would dictate the future, Vághan supposed. He had made a promise to Leonie after all, one to Alaric as well. It would be a damn shame if he never fell through with the sinister plans that plagued him with each night and nare of battle. Though - now fueled more by the fire of the boy-king taking the forest nearest unto the Mire's borders. It is maybe tinged with spite, though his intentions have been clear ever since his wake to this mortal plane. Take back a life he was never given. Paused and with a crane in his neck, a low rumble reverberates from within his chest as the beast sullies amongst their borders, a hefty breath inhaled through ruffian lips before Vághan would release his mighty call. Calling for only one as the two ghosts would now come face to face in a battle for the crown.


Vághan vs. @Roan
for Obsidian Hollow
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No... no no no. Not again. Their children weren't even a year old yet, and here they were potentially being thrown from their pride, not to mention all the chaos with the weather that was going on. Even their own home hadn't been immune, with random cracks and lava plaguing them. Stay close kids, if you're coming, she said to any who were around her as she want to see what would become of them. She would go to support her husband, of course, but she would make sure their little ones were safe as well.

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Mama had told them all to be careful because of the weird weather that was going on, and the hot spots in the tunnels, so Alvena had been sticking to the den more than usual at this point. So she was there when the call rang out and noticed how worried mama suddenly became when it did.

It sounded like they had the option to go, and while she was tempted to stay behind she also wanted to see what was going on, so she followed after her mother to see the stranger, who smelled funny if she was being honest.

Mama had said to stay close, so she leaned against her mom's front leg and decided not to voice the obvious question of who the man was.

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She shouldnt be here but here she was, getting back into the way of amaryliss and it seemed the bad weather didnt stop the challenges for a crown. Highly interested to see this she followed after the man, like a little shadow. She just wanted a good reason to leave the Mire after so long, other than hunting of course. Eager to watch this she steps through the borders, her mind wasn't paying attention, all that was on her mind was watching this. She seats down calmly, aiming to watch Vaghan fight. Once again Caillen was into the center of things. Things she saw important to witness. For later tell the story.

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A call in the dead of night was hardly typical for the longstanding hollow pride. Hrefna jerked up from where she had been taking a break from her patrols, her heart beginning to thrum steadily as her mind raced to catch up with what the chorus meant. Someone was calling to challenge Roan's authority, and it was not the first time. She prayed it would not be the last time for him, either.

The lioness craned her neck to try and meet the gaze of anyone she could find, her mind turning to Lysander and how he would feel about the notion of this. Roan was his family, after all, and part of her had always wondered if he felt any inkling to try and rise up the ranks himself. Surging through the tunnels, she spotted both their queen and a couple of young stragglers. Her half-seeing gaze searched for her sons' forms, her heart swelling as she realized they may get to witness their first real fight.

Finally, her silver eye landed upon him. He was dark as the lions of her immediate family, his expression wicked, and his scent dank with mud. She pursed her lips as she felt no familiarity except that he was aligned with those who wished them harm, and now sought to take away the home that Hrefna herself considered to be her birthright. Baring her teeth in a snarl, she waited for the inevitable cataclysm of violence while waving her tail lowly against her ankles.

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|| april y8 | two years | OH noble | at obsidian hollow ||

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diantha too shouldn't be here, crossing territory that wasn't hers. but it was the siren call of a challenge, the faint whisper of bloodshed that twined itself through her body. she was leashed, collared, mind calling to the heart, and heart answering the song as she trudge along the cracked path until she finds the gaping hollows entrance. from sand to earth, the obsidian stone smooth and cool to the touch. her nostrils glare, ears pinning to her skull as she slinks forth. there are already lions there, preparing to watch the challenge. far too many scents intertwine, distracting diantha for a moment until her eyes settle upon the challenger. it makes her envious to see him in the middle.

she wants to be him at this moment.

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He was taking a rare nap when the call echoed through the tunnels, startling him awake. It only took him a moment to realize what was going on, but he still felt oddly disoriented and it took him longer than he was used to to remember the correct paths through the pride to get him to the challenge site. Fortunately, it seemed like it hadn't taken him overly long to get there as the battle had not yet started.

Tobin situated himself near Faelyn, prepared to defend her and the children should anyone get the bright idea of starting fights on the sidelines. He might have been well past his prime, but any defense would be helpful.

You will know when I rise. Léonie was little more than a dark blur on the sand as she sped across the dunes, summoned to the desert mountains by the reaper’s call. She beamed while she dashed across the wasteland that stood between the Oasis and what she now knew to be the Hollow. She’d never before seen it with her own eyes, yet Vághan had found it and in summoning its leader, he’d given Léonie its location. And now she raced there as quickly as her paws could carry her, driven by excitement. She needed to see Vághan fight. She needed to see him win.

Her striped silhouette appeared on the dark horizon and approached the Hollow. Léonie did not hide herself away as she usually did, but allowed herself to be seen. She wanted the reaper to know his little minion had followed him, as she’d promised.

Panting from the journey she’d made and with her white tuft dancing on the end of her tail, the shadow circled around to stand on the sidelines, hopefully in Vághan’s peripheral. I’m here!

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A call rang out for his home. It caused the albino male to panic. This was the only home he knew, someone couldn't just take it from him. Large paws carried him from where he had been lounging and towards the growing crowd. Ears twisting and flattening on top of his head and the tuff's of mane he was beginning to grow. A deep rumble formed as he would move towards his mother and siblings. Claws ticking on the ground, surely father wouldn't lose. Jai had faith that he would win if not, there was a deep desire to return his family back if they were to have to move. A desire he was unaware of currently.

@FaelynSpeech.

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+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds

+10 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group

Calls for prides weren't unfamiliar to her, and typically she didn't pay much attention to them, but the Hollow was an ally of theirs, and because of that she would head that way to observe. She called for @Ansel as she lingered on the border, waiting to see if he wanted to come with her and observe, presuming he wasn't already on his way there. He'd shown interest in the hunt, so she wouldn't be surprised if he wished to come to this as well.

Once that determination had been made, she set off for the Hollow, moving at a fast pace to get there on time but also not too fast so as to outpace her son should he be with her.

There was already quite the crowd at the site of the battle, and Heloise took a seat on the outskirts, not wanting to be in the thick of things should something break out. "Maua, spirits, bless this pride and those who fight for it. Guide their paws, give them strength. Let this place be inhospitable to those who would seek to take it from them," she intoned. She would have added her typical markings on the ground, but with the rock underneath them that would be difficult at best.