What was done was done, and Dysnomia honestly didn't care about potentially pissing off the Mire lions if she was being honest. Let them come, Alizabeth and the rest of the pride would just beat their asses again. For now, though, it wouldn't be necessary and everyone began to drift away. She lingered at the arena, waiting to make sure everyone was actually gone before she'd go to walk the border and ensure they didn't have any stragglers. She wouldn't put it past one of the Mire lions or their allies to try to sneak around while they were all distracted.

-exit dysnomia-

"Unimpressed." Is the simple answer Myra gives when the Lagoon King crudely asks who she is - she rather doubts that Alizabeth had really cared to get a serious answer anyway. Though perhaps it is not true - Myra would've been impressed by the battle-scarred woman's skills as a warrior had that been as far as she went. But what she is doing now seems both ridiculous and unnecessary - a sign of paranoia, as Myra had said before.

The ensuing commotion is enough to attract the attention of first, Slaine, and then Alaric himself. Myra is inclined to think that the Lagoon King is beyond the point of being reasoned to with words, but of course, she must default to their judgement. Her gleaming claws flex in the sand beneath her, a subtle warning that she is ready, should the first sign of further violence break out amidst the royals.

But lo and behold, it seems that in this instance, Myra's assumption had been incorrect. Tiamat is released without the added dramatics of extra bloodshed - just as it simply should've been in the first place. There are quite a few Scilla lions who spit out more words, demanding that they leave, and Myra can't help the low growl of displeasure that rumbles in her throat at being ordered so. Did they think she wanted to stay on this damn beach, or something?

But it is what it is now. As Alaric and the others turn to leave, she follows, cerulean eyes scanning the crowd to beckon towards any other straggling members of the Mire. Neither pride will be forgetting this day anytime soon, she suspects.

/exit Myra

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Oleander only ever spoke little to begin with. Now even less with Elaine making the introduction for him. He wasn't exactly certain why that was being done as no names had been asked for. And the other was a fellow Bluffs member so certainly he could find out that information in the pride itself. Still, it wasn't his place to question it and so he didn't.

All he gave was a dip of his head in greeting to Marius before he focused on the fight that was transpiring before them. Or fights, it should be said, as a couple of Lagoon members broke off into other fights with other Mire members. So the Lagoon and the Mire were enemies then? He glanced to Elaine, wondering if she had picked up on that as well.

When all was said and done it would seem that the white lioness would keep her crown. The maroon lioness won against the grey male that she had been fighting. Then the black male won against his brown opponent. So the Lagoon pretty much swept all of the wins for the day.

Elaine then volunteered them to go find Alaric. Might as well. All that was going on now was a bunch of bickering. Ole got up and followed after the lioness to go and find whoever this lion was meant to be.

Oleander Exits

He had said nothing but stood an ever silent guard. Bleeding from his fight with Walpurgis but nonetheless still standing. He wouldn't let a few cuts and bruises keep him from protecting his pride-mates. They were not family to him but they were still acquaintances if not some were at least friends to him and he had admired Tiamat from afar for her ambition that nearly matched his. So bloodied jewels watched each Scilla Lagoon lion as they spat out their insults and demands and he waited for them to attack because he would've gladly slit a few throats for some. But when it turned out none had the balls to attack and the other Mire lions were leaving, he walked backwards until he felt it safe to turn his back to the enemy and not be attacked.


exit

+5 Lose a fight
+5 Complete a spar or fight

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+5 Witness drama between prides
+5 Leave a trail of confusing tracks

With how careful he was to make his tracks as confusing as possible he was confident with how hard in not possible would it be from others to find him, added to the fact he was well hidden between the vegetation. Eyes of green hungry for drama, and these two prides were providing him with plenty of it. Quiet he observed and observed, finding the fight interesting and when it ended with the clear winner. His lips turned into a smirk. So the Mire and the Lagoon now found themselves as enemies it seemed, and that was so dramatic that appeared fun and unbelievable to him. How happy and glad he felt knowing he didn't have to suffer the burden of being in a pride. It was just a place full of stupid feelings and too complex relationships he would rather be away from if he could.

But when it was all done, he have any more reasons to stay. Slowly and as slethly as he came, he left. Making sure his tracks remained confusing, he would hate to have someone following him.

exit

I am flesh and I am bone.

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men? Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things? In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

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Amara listened to those gathered, her arrival was met with a hostile "out" but the High Sovereign didn't move and didn't move with the young white male tried to get them all to move. She was here for an ally and until that ally left she wasn't moving. Her golden gaze flicked over those who spoke, the tension was easy to pick apart. Had she been the one leading this pony show she would have plenty to say but she wasn't. She wouldn't put the Bluffs or the Mire in a worst position. Her support was steady and silent unless otherwise needed. It didn't take long before @Alaric was finished with things and turned to leave with his pride. Things had settled down enough that it felt like a war was avoided for the moment, so she turned with him. Silent still and slipped away to head back to the Bluffs.

exit

I've got fire in my soul.

Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things? In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

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As the group begins to disperse, the adrenaline from his own win is dampened by the petering out of events. Alizabeth, wisely, does not take the golden woman hostage. Though Ransom can appreciate that it would have been too bold a move, part of him is a little disappointed that they hadn't gifted the challenger to Walpurgis. It would have provided a little more excitement to events.

But their world had changed. Alizabeth had dependents and her loyal hound did not begrudge her the sensible decision.

The ghoul turned from the group, his gaping mouth panting as he took off after his wife, where he would seek to give her comfort and praise over her win.

- Exit

I got this feeling, yeah, you know

Where I'm losing all control

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