He is settled among the pit in his own, usual spot. Body warmed under the rays of the sun, he bathes off to the side as the crowd at large is in the middle of the drama.

Purple gaze watches the fights- one is for a pride land, a male going against a female. He is interested in this- but he also sees another challenge break off and start as well. Was this for a claim, to steal? He hadn't seen this before! His brows furrow as he takes to watching this as well, observing them both with a small, amused smile.

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Amara arrives and the battle begins. Luther observes the two carefully, but distraction comes in the form of @Alaric, who joins him and issues a command. The ever-dutiful Heir, he nods curtly, eyes returning to the arena. If it was up to him, he would not shed a single drop of blood for the Bluffs pride and their lousy ways. To see them fall would not make much of a difference to the Mire, who was the biggest and, in his humble opinion, the strongest pride. Why bother with the tiny Wolfbron when they could offer nothing but hunters?

@Vulferam arrives, bumping Luther's shoulder in what looked like a friendly greeting. Luther glances back at him with a grin, not allowing the instinctive irriration to slip on the surface. "Surprised to see you here, little bruder," As his younger sibling questions Vater, the Mire Heir's eyes slip around, ever wary and scheming.

And they fall on a possible prize.

Well, since they were all here... might as well. He stands up silently and makes his way towards an older & larger woman with the usual swagger in his step speaking of overbearing arrogance.

"Hallo," he greets politely. Can't say he isn't a gentleman. "You should come home with me." He says to @Drena, his kind smile maintained but his tone spoke that it was not a question or a suggestion. It was a statement.

Luther vs ???
for Drena

Larkspur was gingerly placing weight upon her dislocated limb, watching the fight with vague interest. It was hard to focus when you had something gnawing at you in a painful manner. Finally, the pain was becoming a little much for the teen to handle, so she decided it was time to leave. And probably a good thing as other fights were starting to break out... Carefully, Larkspur limped out of the arena, trying not to draw attention to herself too much. She would have to find someone later to help fix this damn injury that slowed her down!



exit
injuries: her front right foreleg js dislocated with two broken toes and a cut she has bandaged, feel free to heal her

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Jaws had a wide grip of her neck and with force would he attempt to sink fangs deeper into the flesh, to try to hit the pressure muscle and sinew all the while grinding his jaws back and forth as if he were chewing. As his claws sliced through the outer part of Amara's left leg he would savor the feeling, right paw slamming onto the ground just as she began to do her version of tug-of-war with his left foreleg. Amara may have been big, but Arkyn was bigger in every sense of the word. So when he felt her movements tugging him forward would he attempt to jerk back with his jaws still clamped onto her neck, his claws digging into the dirt as he attempted to place all his weight near his hind end so that he would make himself bottom heavy and less likely to topple over. But with her jerking would she create deeper and longer lacerations on his leg, and the pain it inflicted only caused for him to bite harder into her neck. Even if Arkyn lost here today, he was going to make sure he left enough wounds on her body that she would not forget anytime soon.


Arkyn vs @Amara
for Wolfbron Bluffs
round v/v
hits:

Rolling 8d20: 13 + 16 + 14 + 17 + 1 + 12 + 4 + 18

dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 3 + 4

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 19 + 9 + 12 + 14

 if you don't know the devil
then you don't know me

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Violence and chaos raged around her, but Vana remained steadfast. The fight would end, soon. Both lions surged together in a flurry of claws and fangs, but there was a sense that the end was drawing near. Her chant-song continued, soft and unwavering.

The Spirits would ultimately decide the outcome of the challenge. Vanadís would accept their verdict, whether their favor fell with the High Sovereign or the challenger. Until then, she would Serve her leader in the best way that she could - beseeching the Spirits for their favor.

Claws dug into the ground at the center of her rune. Dust swirled around her eyes and nose, kicked into the air by the violent motions of the lions around her. In the back of her mind, Vana was dumbfounded at how susceptible these creatures were to the scent of blood and the sounds of battle. It was as if the challenge was a spark that ignited uncontrollable flames.

The Cleric remained at peace among the upheaval, an island among heaving waves. Where the movements around her were sharp and violent, Vana's were calm. Serene. Her body swayed gently to the rhythm of her song.

There was no violence in her heart, after all. Only Healing, and the desire to Serve.

+20 - cast a blessing or curse upon a character/group (double exp from Amara)

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@Elaine ♔ joins the duo and poses a very important question. Who will it be, really? Apollinaire regards @Louve ♔'s sister with a dip of his grinning head. Oh, how the hunger grates upon his stomach! There were many - too many - around them and yet no true enemy in sight but the man who marched against Amara.

And he was not an option. He was Amara's.

With his allegence unknown, Apollinaire finds it very difficult to make an excuse to tear into flesh. Two babes join them, called on by the chartreux Dieudonne girl beside him. @Aideen and @Laerra. He glances over them intrigued, the smell of Wolfbron heavy upon their pelts. Curious, he wonders what Louve was planning with them. Lambs for slaughter? His mouth waters.

"Cousin," honeyed voice of his kin beckons as @Iseult draws in on the group. He fondly remembers the moments of chaos they'd shared and trembles with anticipation at the idea of creating more of them. The older banshee is greeted with a respectful nod. "Ils cachent de pitoyables petites choses." "They are hiding, pitiful little things." he says sadly, while his eyes scoured the audience. When you need them, they always hide. "Quel dommage! Ils sont devenus plus lâches que jamais, cousin." "Such a shame! They've become more cowardly than ever, cousin." The heathen emphasizes with a dramatic tone.

Scorpius arrives quietly, scanning the crowd before his attention flicks to the two fighting. A big lion versus Amara. He can almost imagine himself in the ring instead, but that would have to wait - one day, he’ll take his own throne. If the Dieudonne are still standing? Maybe he’ll exterminate them himself. But not today, and not yet.

He has no idea who the challenger is, and he doesn’t care. All that matters is the Miroslav might be witness to the Dieudonne nest crumbling. For now, he will simply support the stranger that dares stand against the infestation.

( @Iseult - kick his ass )

All the blood that we're bleeding

Could fill up a broken heart

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It wasn't entirely surprising to the Frei; lulls of peace often attracted the ambitious. Like a cascading avalanche in this case. Though before he would've found this act disdainful, now Prometheus sees the potential hope behind uprooting the Dieudonne. Although he had yet to personally affirm what had happened between Septima and Elaine, the Miroslav gave him no reason to not believe her. Wolfbron was no home of his any longer. A temporary train station to the next lot in life, which as of late seemed to be the jungle mostly.

He doesn't disuade the small ebony amazon from attending the call, no, the goliath remains tight at her side. Poised and ready as they draw nearer to the fighting. Nein, I'm familiar with the Dieudonne and their ways but I did not acquire much personal information before. Rome answers @Asteria quietly, though he does not take a seat. Instead all but trying to stand ontop of the smaller lioness with worry knit into his brow. A blatant display of mine so don't fucking touch.

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

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His left claws successfully scraped across the back of her thick skull. He was surprised to find no hole back there, because the dark female had always manifested a shortage of brains. She was clearly strong and brave but defended the weak at every turn. He wished his narrowed eyes could better see her reaction to his near-affectionate sloppy kiss but his view was blocked by his own tongue. Her eyes tasted like lime... and snow... a snow cone. He sucked the slobbery appendage back in while the tearing of flesh under his left claws alerted him to her shift of head. Her fangs clashed against his lips, already scarred and thoroughly unkissable, and he snarled "No brain!" blood flecked from his lips and gums as he spoke. He was undeterred by this; he had entered the arena seeking violence, and was always pleased to get what he wanted.

More blood raced from behind his right armpit as she increased the pressure, driving dark and poignant bruises into the flesh from punctures of unwieldy claws. He shunt more of his weight to his hindquarters so that he might slide his right limb back, toes delicately sprawled for footing but very little weight committed to the gesture. For additional balance, and cruelty, he attempted to weigh his left paw to try to slice downward along the side of her right scruff, claws curled with aim to hook and disrupt.

Vermier vs @Morrigan
theft of @Zahra
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 20 + 13 + 12 + 8 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 9 + 19 + 20 + 17 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 3 + 8 + 11 + 7

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Drena had every intention of minding her own business and watching the fight in front of her play out. Until of course she is joined by someone unfamiliar that just so happened to take up her free side. Hallo, you should come home with me. He wasn't asking, he was telling and Drena's gaze flickers, moving to land upon him. She barks out a laugh directly at the younger man before composing herself, "Boy you aren't even old enough to come out of your play pen yet and you think I need to come home with you?" She smirks before swinging her haunches around so she can properly face him. "What ever happened to respecting your elders or whatever bullshit that saying was?" Drena says then before making a demand of her own, "If I put your ass in the dirt you get to be my boy toy for a day.. if you beat me then sure, I'll check out your daycare center." She muses with a grin before pacing away from him, let him make the first move, if he really wanted to impress her.


Drena vs. @Luther ♔
for her Freedom
Round zero of three