Dys couldn't help but nod slightly at Alizabeth's comment. Yeah, she guessed they were a bit of a mess too. They could get things sorted out, though. What was the Plains doing?

"Honored to," she agreed with Alizabeth's offer of Noble. She'd do her best to build the ranks of the pride back up now that they were starting from scratch again. At least the whole family was more or less back together. They were missing Nero this time, and Dys didn't know if they were still missing some of Alizabeth and Ransom's kids, but those that were still around seemed to be sticking with them.

She continued to watch as others filed out and the fights wound down, making sure no one started anything new. It didn't seem like there was going to be a problem, but honestly you never knew.

(2/2) +5 Practice speed or strength
(2/2) +5 Observe a fight (ronin vs. alizabeth)
(2/2) +5 Observe a fight (nero & keir vs. orson & anniston)
Tensions grew and grew, Lucien standin' at Ghyslaine's side like a loyal protector. He would listen in on the family drama that seemed to be comin' to a head, all feelin's and unspoken words seemin' to be flowin' out of them all like a steady stream. He couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable as this dirty laundry was bein' aired out, and he breathed a sigh of relief when it seemed to come to a close (for the most part). Seein' both Nero and Ghyslaine make their exits would the dun man follow not too far behind them, allowin' for what all just happened to process within his mind. With a blink of disbelief and surprise would he then begin to move at a slow jog before goin' a little faster, wantin' to take this travel back to Lorien as another chance for him to exercise and keep his body movin'.

exit Lucien.

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It seemed to be a trend of late, that each challenge for a pride land would devolve into chaos. The Scottish queen watched with a perplexed expression as Ghyslaine's mate involved himself in a commotion with some cubs. Other lions moved to watch or interfere and other fights broke out.

Sapphire gaze shifted across the bodies, finding an anchor point in the small white lioness that has proclaimed herself King once again and now sought to deal with matters of family.

Breath hitched in Slaine's throat as she tried to straighten herself up and spot Ronin amongst the crowd. She imagined she saw the dark male loping away but there were too many others between them to be sure.

Long tail unravelled as she stood up, a faint smile offered to those familiar around her before she made her move to leave. She would take news of Alizabeth's victory back to Alaric, the weight of duty pressing upon her shoulders when all she really longed to do was to go and check on Ronin.

-Exit-

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Through everything Violarum might have doubted in life, or taken for granted, @Fallon was never one of them. He is love-sick with admiration for the thrashing perfection of her victory, his over-eager stare upon her violent antics causing his spine to bristle and his shoulders to wiggle with wild pleasure. He really had lucked out the day they ran into each other, scored the best lioness in all the land!

For a defeated man, Keir certainly had a lot to say - though Violarum's realisation of the threat came far later than Fallon's. She looks as though she might castrate him for a moment there, but soon falls back to more important matters, leaving Vio to back up her retort with a - "Yeah!" Aimed at the dark man as he slunk away.

Ghyslaine departed with a defeated look of silence, and the clay man's attentions couldn't much be bothered loitering upon her pale husband - who was really starting to bother him for no good reason. Sure, any man who shared Ghys' bed would probably rub him the wrong way, but especially one that came with so much fuss - and one that had almost killed his best friend through stupid, dramatic pre-lover theatrics.

Still, with his wife at his side and @Kian 's fight ongoing, Vio chose to lean against Fallon with the half-hearted buzz of a purr; his mind half on the proud efforts of his bronze son, and half on the craving desire to get some alone time with his warrior-woman later. Oof.

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"Easy peasy", echoed after @Vera, he watched as the plum sibling left his side to cavort with others who had joined the crowd. Best not to get too involved in things here, just in case he needed to band-aid anyone else besides Anniston.

Quiet observance came as his mother rushed the man that had attacked Anniston. Good, the brute would get what he deserved. Both his parents were adept fighters, skilled in their ability to squash any opponent who threatened their livelihood. On top of it, Kian joined the brawls. Out of all the family members that left he, Vera, and their dad to overlook the chaos that occurred between their family and this other one, or whoever they were. He groaned outwardly, not really wishing to partake but wanting to stay to make sure no one got too hurt.

Everything felt so pointless as the adults seemed to bicker among each other. Eventually Anni left, leaving he and Vera to watch as onlookers again. Guess he ought to at least congratulate @Alizabeth on her winning. With some mental effort he rose to his paws, maneuvering over to where the adults seemed to have stopped exchanging heated words. "'Congrats on winning." Cinnamon lips pulled in a childish smile as he spoke directly to the King of the lagoon, not at all shy. It was good to keep in the loop on these things he supposed.

Then he turned to his mom and dad, interested in their agreement to allow Kian to fight. Guess that's what his family was known for, though he felt as though he'd let them down by not engaging any of the other cubs here. "Hope Kian wins. What's everyone fighting about though?" Molten eyes blinked questioningly first at @Violarum and then at @Fallon. Maybe Anniston had a reason to get involved, but it seemed a moot point now that the one kid was staying at the beach. Everyone else was just fighting to fight.

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@Kian VS. @Lyle FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Kian Hits: 1+2+1+5 luck = 9
Kian Dodges: 0+0+1 = 1

Lyle Hits: 1+1+0+3 luck = 5
Lyle Dodges: 2+2+1 = 5

Kian Successful Hits: 4
Lyle Successful Hits: 4

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TIE-BREAKER

performed on discord by @Anyu

Kian Hits: 1+2+0+5 luck = 8
Kian Dodges: 1+1+1 = 3

Lyle Hits: 0+0+0+4 luck = 4
Lyle Dodges: 2+2+0 = 4

Kian Successful Hits: 4
Lyle Successful Hits: 1

KIAN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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, unless you are posting to another fight.

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

OOC: PP permission given by Roamer!

Flesh gave way, tearing and ripping under his precise and deft claws. The devil's cobalt smile widened, satisfied with the masterpiece he had carved into her side (up to Roamer which side), a bold, bloodied 'A'. A permanent reminder of their time together. Which was not yet over.

"Like my own." The giant rumbled, pushing his own A marked shoulder forward. Though his tattoo was embedded with gold, so that it would not be lost to time amongst the dark blue canopy of his skin.

Exhausted, hot air billowed out from between smiling teeth, drying blood marred the archangel's features as he curved his mouth down to the grey elf's torn ear. "Come, sweet Rosette. You are mine tonight." He hummed, full of promise as he sought to usher her away from the gathering. He has not discovered the outcome of the pride match, nor does he care for it. Not now.

What he had in mind was not for the viewing of the crowd.

-Exit with @Helah?-

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Losing, her body yielding to his might never felt like a loss- and it is a deep moan, and not of pain that leaves her as he carves into her right side. She will see what it was later- because at the moment- caught in his teeth and claws it does not matter. She only manages to pull away a fraction to look at him as he summons her away- taking her attention solely on him and the pain they would surely share that evening away from prying eyes. She follows, blood trailing from her body, gaze heated with wanton lust and longing- the original purpose of coming to this place... long forgotten.

-exit helah with Archeron-

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She is inwardly glad for @Violarum's support as the adrenalin in her body begins to wear off, Fallon leans back against him to give her tired body a break. They need not say anything in that moment, and simply watches as @Kian fights against his very first opponent. @Hendrix appears beside them and though he is far too big for such a gesture now, the Salem woman aims to drape a forelimb over his shoulders to guide him closer.

"Sometimes you need to let all of your pent up emotions out," she explains, inwardly not too sure why anyone was fighting anyone. She had gone in to defend Anniston but the Salem woman couldn't be sure why that fight had broken out in the first place. She wonders if Hendrix will ever be the type to rage -- perhaps he has inherited his father's carefree temperament. "A fight is the simplest way to settle the soul."

Her attention is drawn to her other son as their fight concludes. She is every bit a proud mother when her son resurfaces victorious, defeating his long-eared opponent. Fallon draws near and attempts to put herself in between Kian and the other child -- the fight was over and the Salem woman would not allow any more harm to come to her children.

"Well done, Kian. You're a warrior," she remarks, attempting to butt her head against his before glancing about her at her family. "Let's go home." This was over.

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Lyle had tried to topple the bronze furred boy but it seemed he was still too small to best someone larger than himself.
His hind foot slipped and it was Lyle alone that hit the ground; and with a wind escaping oomf! The Prince scrambled back to his feet, fully prepared to keep going, despite the heavy panting giving away the exhaustion. Yet the hell-woman from earlier blocked his path and ushered her son home.

With furrowed brows and hatred in his eyes, Lyle spat at the ground behind them as they left. Before he too turned and departed from the scene.

/exit

+10 Barbarian (participate in a war)
+5 Barbarian (Observe a fight Aliza v Ronin)
+5 Paladin (Lose a fight)

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