While resting in his spot, bathing under the sun, he watches the fight between the kids with a curiosity. It ends in a nasty way, and Aeistrios raises his brow at this, looking to Reah to see her reactions. He licks at his lips, peering back to the drama with a tilt of his head. That seemed to be the peak of the challenge- because the land was definitely not being fought for. Rolling his eyes, he agrees with his mate. Taking a rise, he stretches out briefly before bumping into her side/ "Lead the way." He muses, taking great appreciation of the view as he follows her.

/ exit /

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To say she was excited was an understatement; ecstatic more like, though you likely would not see that on her face. Instead it was masked with a sense of curiosity as she nodded her head like a good "soldier" to @Tiamat. Accepting the rank of Lead Medic with a solid idea that this made her better than others. That she would be the one to look to which only made her more interested in learning more of her craft. She knew a little, but not enough to warrant being Lead so she would just have to work that much harder. It would be my pleasure. To decide who moves on, who suffers, who lives and who dies. It was a brilliant work and she was happy to do it.

Eyes traveled briefly to @Lyric as they were welcomed into the pride, too. The lady had a mane that was long, flowing and very bright yet Carina liked it. Being different was about the only good thing that came of life, sometimes. So boring to be like everyone else. So she tried giving her new pride mate a smile before following after the toting of a drunk queen and her friend, all the while stuck on the fact that she had lived in a pride for months and was only just now seeing the King who almost begrudgingly let her go. Weird. exit carina

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The cove has a new queen, but without a fight - the one on the sidelines ends, and too late does Roarke realise it is one of Alizabeth’s children injured. Ignored, and rightly so, Roarke watches as Ransom and the others run to aid the fallen boy and then leave with him to find a medic. Left on the sidelines, the giant is alone once more. As quickly as he had found a familiar-ish face.

Others trickle out, leaving the new leaders to their kingdom. Roarke lingers only a moment longer before following the groups. But unlike them he is alone, and it has never felt more obvious.

Exit.

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She watches all the commotion with a keen green eye, pausing in her observations only to holler up to the heavens. pust pobedit silneishii!" and another "pust pobedit silneishii!" Marja doesn't consider that no one else knows what on earth she is saying, but she chants her blessing regardless. She takes a bit longer to realize that... a fight doesn't seem to be happening, because her eyes drift shut as she prays to Gromm to bless the fighters, and in hopes that no one is too gravely injured.

"pust pobedit silneishii!" Another cry, and then she realizes.. that lions are dispersing. The... challenge... not challenge is over?

Marja sighs loudly, and stares at the place where the two challengers? were... are... were? Then she turns away muttering. "Dermo.." Well, if she was going to come all the way here, she wanted to at least see a worthy battle. Perhaps Gromm deemed them both worthy, without battle though?

Who was she to decide?

-exit-

always alone and unwanted

I don't mean to be so crass about the situation -- But it's easier than breaking down -- The reasoning your loose interpretation --
In a sea of motherfuckers, man, you were no salvation

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She stayed to see the end result of everything which occurred on the beach. This pride in particular saw many changes on the throne - all the way back to Walpurgis, whom she'd met briefly. Caramel eyes observed within the shadows, there to learn, nothing more.

Support for the mire waned, for she was not truly loyal to the pride. Held no friendships nor kin within the wetlands, nor really outside of it. A loner, someone afloat only by the guise of over inflated ego. Snake-like body shifted to remain hidden, careful not to betray her position as she observed the mire king take leave. Others followed suit, but she was curious what would happen to the youth who found himself a larger, older lion.

Horrific things occurred then, for she saw the youth's face ripped free from his skull. Things were unnatural in the unbalance of that fight. Still, the youth had fought well to dare to take on such a burden. Now the boy must live or die from such grievous injuries.

Tail tip flicked idly, intrigued by this unfolding, wondering equally how Tiamat would fare within the seaside pride, away from the mire. As long as she'd been part of Ecrosia there seemed to be a mass that flocked to Alaric, though she still didn't know why. Eventually she might uncover how the man needled such a grand network of alliances across the island. For now she would return to her den. /exit

+10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (2/2)
+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread (2/2)

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The two lionesses did not fight. He wondered how things were turning out between them, but he couldn’t really hear. A fight had broken out, and it was a vicious one. The opponents were both young lions, but that did not stop them from spilling copious amounts of blood.

The fight ended, and Kiba couldn’t help but stare at the lion that had lost. There was so much blood, more than he had ever seen before. Kiba finally looked away, his jaw clenching. He felt bad for the poor young lion, but he knew that he could not help or interfere. He turned away and decided to leave the area.

/ exit Kiba /

Everything fizzled out. From what she could make of the chatter, the challengers had decided to work together — probably a smart move, but Léonie wondered how long their reign would last. She expected then to strike some allegiance with the Mira, so naturally the little imp hoped the tide would wash in and sweep them out to see. Any friend of the Mire was a threat to her family.

Since the big disappointment was now over and she had the information she’d come for, Léonie turned around and slipped deeper into the available brush. Using its vegetation and cast shadows as cover, the Miroslav slipped away as quietly as she had entered.

Léonie is actively hidden and cannot be discovered!

Exit

Double XP from Amara

	+20 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
	+20 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
	+10 Practice speed or stealth

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
It made no sense to him. How could they pick words over violence? Were they not here to entertain, to amuse the restless crowd?

Amaroq was speechless.

It was a spectacle, a scene. The battle had ended not by the blood and the flesh, but by words, and two queens had been crowned in the end. It would have been entirely boring had another fight not break loose.

Amaroq nearly huffed with dark amusement, dismissing the entirety of scene. It was simply not worth his time to lay around and wait any longer, so the lone soldier leaves, indifferent to everything.

Exit Amaroq

we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

The sidelines were more interesting than the non-challenge, and he'd seen more interesting drama there too. Aurochs rendered his verdict with an echo of a huff. "Yep. Boring." And there'd been such a potential for a drunken lesbian slap fight. Utter and complete shame. Aurochs wasn't going to keep hanging out here when there was literally anything better to do. Like look at girls. Like that one sharp tongued one? She seemed to share the opinion that this challenge sucked, and, possibly, everything sucked if you looked at it hard enough. Aurochs wasn't above or below chasing tail. He liked to be exactly on the level of tail. But she left, and he didn't want to mess with any other male she was with, so he hoofed it back home. Where there was a distinct lack of girls... still needed to bitch to Violarum about that.

-exit

+10 Observe a fight (Luther vs. Lyle) (double xp from Amara)
+10 Observe a challenge and learn the results (double xp from Amara)
+10 Meet a character from an allied pride (Slaine) (double xp from Amara)

Amara stood silent beside him, and he took that as a sign not to act out of line. He would've enjoyed chasing after the Miroslav girl, but duty came before satiating primal pangs of hunger. At least for now. He stood close to Amara and the Ecrosian representative, keeping an eye out for any potential dangers while maintaining an amiable but confident posture and expression.

The battle between the yearlings raged on. Jealousy overcame him at the sight of their bloody dance. This could be him! And yet here he was, bound to duty. The things I do for love. He glanced back to the two women and Alaric, tearing away from the battle as his fomo only grew bigger and bigger. Onlookers continued to boo the Ecrosian challengers until the trio seemed to come to some sort of agreement. The drunk woman would be a ruler beside the light-furred one. A diplomatic conclusion. Interesting.

He began to rise, ready to leave as everybody dispersed. He glanced back to where the two yearlings were fighting, only to see the red pouring against blonde sand. A brow lifted, the metallic scent alluring. What viciousness! What a delightful ending.

exit