Claim for Scilla Lagoon!

@Prometheus vs. @Recluse

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The participants for this claim were chosen using our pride claim lottery system and were randomly selected.

It wasn't as if the idea hadn't crossed his mind.

Although the Iron titan had not been apart of the Bluffs long, it seems ambition took root in whoever stepped foot among Wolfbron of late. Yet it was not ambition that took the Frei to the furthermost southern east pride. Winter had come, and with it longer dreams of the dark.

The frigid winds whispering quiet memories of the warm sun and breaches. This game; whatever it was between Maua and Kivuli hung above all their heads, like puppeteers pulling strings - Prometheus gnawed at the wires, tugged and yanked in defiance. Was it chance or fate that his heavy paws dragged through the sandy shores of the lagoon? The air whipped his mane about and with it the distinct salty taste of the sea and... nothing.

Nothing?

Faint traces of another scent lingered here; but it was weaker, stagnant. Whatever had befallen Scilla was concerning in it's own right, no? So what are you waiting for. His weight shifts, claws unsheathing at the prospect and within moments he is not a wanderer but a King without a crown on the prowl. Fate was providing the opportunity - all he had to do was take it. A chance to build something for himself; for his family and brace for whatever was to come.

It's mine.

The call rang forth, demanding and steadfast.

Prometheus vs. @Recluse
For Scilla Lagoon!
0 of Five

The dark male was not the only one with ambition. Recluse had long sought to bring his family back from the tattered remains of a once lavish empire. It was no easy feat, and the plum male had been biding his time. While his initial desire was to wear the crown of ice, the opportunity to claim a vacant land was foolhardy to pass up.

The lagoon was not far from his prior home in the Cove, which he had become fond of in his prolonged time there. He imagined he would feel right at home here, and with none coming forth to defy this lion's claim, Recluse would take his chances.

Approaching the male, much larger than himself, he would dip his head to the stranger. Despite the size and weight difference, Recluse seemed to exude confidence in himself. Strength was not his, but he prided himself in agility, one of which few could match. "Recluse Black and I challenge your claim for Scilla. Shall we begin?" He announced, giving the male a moment to collect himself before he would attack. He would feel Recluse's fangs soon enough, and while he might suffer illness the next day, it should not influence him during the fight.

Recluse would charge head-on, eyes narrowed, ears flat against his head. Fangs would seek purchase of the lion's right ankle, left paw lifted to try and dig into the side of the same leg. The rest of his limbs would remain firmly grounded, poised to react with haste to a return assault.

@Prometheus vs. Recluse
For Scilla Lagoon!
One of Five

Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 17 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 9d20: 4 + 12 + 15 + 19 + 18 + 5 + 16 + 3 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 2 + 11 + 10 + 8

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Of all the voices she had expected to call for a pride his had been the last. While Asteria was not blind to the ambitions that lived within Prometheus Frei it seemed to happen faster than she had imagined. There was no reason for her to be surprised, but there was reason for her to hasten her stride in the direction of the challenging cry. Back to the once home, back to the pridelands embraced by the sea that she had sworn she would never return to. For him she comes, though she is anxious and uneasy as she travels the narrow spit from mainland to lagoon. The black wave rises and crashes against the flimsily built walls, demanding she give in to the traumas of her past. Instead she thinks of her family, her tucked away children and the mother they needed after they had already lost so much. For them she would be brave, and for him. Bright eyes flicker only briefly to the diminutive male that answers his call, her focus almost solely resting on Rome. If she can manage to capture his eye before he falls in to battle she will give him a quick nod, a small gesture of her unwavering support and belief in his ability. And if the worst should happen she would be there to help. Whatever may come.

So rapid were the changes filtering through Amaryllis that the young Heiress had begun to worry for her own home. Disaster after disaster chased leaders from their thrones, and the Bluffs were tall and susceptible to such events. The Hollows had crumbled in the wake of an earthquake and Louve was not deaf to the whispers that filtered through her own mind...

And now the Lagoon. Louve knew little of the fiery white woman that had led the water-based pride, nor had she had any particular desire to visit. The ocean was not her favorite place, and the family that worshiped it were even less favorable.

At the end of the day, though, she is a leader. A future Queen. It is her duty to be here, to witness history in the making. Louve is not the first to arrive but she is the second, settling herself down a distance away from the unknown female, gaze riveted upon the fight. She sits proud, fresh scars on clear display, wondering how many of Wolfbron's warriors would seek their own prides...

A VOICE MADE OF TEETH

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The call rings out across Amaryllis and echoes through the land like a bell chiming in the night. It stirs the Firnen High Sovereign from her slumber, and she rises idly from her bed beside her husband and slipped silently out of her den. With an absent-minded yawn, Maia stretched out her limbs with an echo of cracks from stiff bones and then, without a sound, slipped away from the dense Rainforest and made her way south to the border of Scilla Lagoon. She had been here once before, to talk alliance terms with King Alizabeth before her demise, but returning now felt no different. The sand beneath her paws still felt alien to her, the grittiness unfamiliar as it rubbed in between her toes. With a deep sigh and pushed forward ears, the grey lioness slipped across the border and headed to where the fight had only just begun.

It was much to her surprise that she was one of the first members of the crowd to arrive. Normally she was a little late, but today she seemed to be on time. Fiery eyes look first to @Louve, a lioness she vaguely recognized from passing in other challenges, and then she looked to @Asteria, who she recognized from the challenge for Obsidian. With a reluctant sigh, the woman walked over to the maned lioness and took a seat beside her. "Prides seem to be falling more and more by the day." She remarks with a heavy sigh, wrapping her white-tipped tail neatly around her paws. "Do you know either of the challengers?" She asks, looking to Asteria before focusing on the two males.

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Septima had been on her way to find @Prometheus, to tell him her family had disappeared with nothing but ghosts in their wake. She wanted him to hold her and console her and tell her everything would be alright, but he wasn't where she thought him to be. On the contrary, Septima made a turn towards the lagoon and raced to see her suitor fight for the crown. She would have been delighted if the rotting stench of Wolfbron hadn't permeated the atmosphere and -- worse yet -- drenched Prometheus. Was that recent? Septima didn't know, but she felt like an absolute fucking idiot now. Was his allegiance to them strong? Was she in love with the enemy? Her uncle had said Scilla was an ally and she could smell him on the breeze, but now Rome was trying to take the crown.. she didn't know what to think. Her heart caught in her throat as she stood there, dumbfounded, absolutely disgusted with herself and wondering now if Prometheus had been wooing her for a more sinister reason. Was it all a plan? Was she just a pawn in a war, meaning absolutely fuck-all to the lion outside of the fact she was the enemy's daughter? It was a slap in the face and she tried desperately to hold her heart together, but it would keep threatening to crack beneath the confusing mess now on her mind.

He wasn't sure how he felt about .. anything, if he was being honest. The only home he'd known for years was being fought over by strangers, and the albino lion limped his way to the battleground to gauge whether or not the lands would be safe while he healed. Alizabeth had gone missing, yes, but her son had also taken a fall that left him unable to take the crown in her stead. Nero wordlessly stood on the outskirts, his eyes landing on @Asteria. She didn't seem too concerned with anything, like he hadn't even crossed her mind. His scent was everywhere, but he supposed that was simply where they were now. She looked like she'd recently had a litter, too. His eyes narrowed as he scowled, but what else did he expect? Whatever. He'd just watch the fight alone for now.

I am a question to the world, not an answer to be heard

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+5 Paladin Observe a fight

@Alizabeth had gone. He had returned from his usual time away only to find that their daughter was gone and that Alizabeth had gone searching for her. And had been gone ever since. A few times he, @Nero and @Ransom had gone looking for her but to no avail. Now the borders sat unprotected. Leading to this.

Alabaster sat off to the side with @Lyle, @Colsun and @Orson with him. Or at least he had highly encouraged they stay close. Right now the world no longer sees you as Princes. He had told them before the challengers had arrived. You must stay close to me and to Papa.

The Warden did not knowthe two men that would be duking it out for their home. But if things escalated too far then he was prepared to whisk the children away to safety.

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Hell. The challenge, Ezryn going missing, getting sick - blacking out - not knowing if she were alive or dead. The past few months had been a living hell. She would not fucking waver, though. Scavengers could come and fight for her home, they could win it and call themselves the leader, but in the end - Scilla would be hers again. It didn't belong to anyone else. In her soul the ivory, wartorn woman knew that she belonged nowhere else.

The fever had lasted just long enough for her scent to fade from the borders of the Lagoon - leaving it vulnerable. It had been foolish for her to go out looking for her baby on her own, but a mother's instinct had taken over - uncaring for the infection that had festered in one of her wounds from Tiamat. The world had been an empty abyss for over a week before the fever subsided and she was lucid once more - returning home weaker for it and still missing her child.

Had she wandered off and gotten...no, Alizabeth couldn't think it. Ezryn was too strong for that. Someone had taken her - and she would find out who.

The return home came with an unwanted realization that others had arrived - and now strangers were fighting for her home. Hers. A snarl ripped from her gullet as she slowly made her way into the territory. Head held high, looking somewhat worse for wear, she didn't let it stop her. She was King here, no one else. Nose wrinkled with distaste, looking at the challengers with annoyance.

She could not despite them for their ambition, but she would put them in their place once she fully recovered. Others should know better than to try and lay claim to the home of the Valentine bitch. "They can have their fuckin' dick measurin' contest, but it'll be mine that comes out on fuckin' top in the end." She mutters, coming up beside @Alabaster the children and @Nero. Alizabeth could only tell them the truth, but she hoped they knew she wouldn't abandon their home.

"I had to try and find Ezryn, got kicked in the ass by some bitch ass fever..." She lowered her voice as this was a bit personal and she didn't care if anyone else knew. The Valentine woman didn't need to explain herself to anyone but her family and her loyalists. Lowering onto her stomach to rest, her body was still somewhat hot to the touch, her form trembling from the cold, but the worst was over now. Forepaws crossed neatly as her scarred, but regal form settled. Magenta eyes narrowed on the battle before her, studying each opponent - she would need to get to know their style for the battles ahead.