Quite typically Thrain was content to display his presence to those who seemed familiar, particularly where Vermeda's scent was present. He took a sense of pride in his attendance to these events, and enjoyed the opportunity to converse. Yet, as the young male slunk between sand dunes, he quickly comes to sense danger.

There are multiple fights unraveling in the wake of this challenge, and such was not unsual - yet, better to be safe than sorry, the masked youngster settles in behind a rock formation to watch the battles unfold.

* Thrain is hiding *

He had followed his brothers there and as he stood in the middle of the chaos and carnage, he inhaled deeply, sucking in the beautiful and thick scent of blood all around him. The scent of it sent him into a frenzy - the god stirring violently, impatiently within him. Dagr craved to draw blood - anyone's blood. He had many options since he didn't have ties to these lions, their allies, or know any of them.

Dagr didn't quite care that it wasn't his war to fight. He wanted in and so, he'd leave himself open to a fight if one so pleased. As he stood in the center of carnage, he released a mighty roar, fierce in its sound and inviting. He wanted to shed blood, too, and as he requested someone to attack, he felt the god within him waiting in anticipation. We will dance soon, my lord.

Dagr is looking for a fight! (anything up to Minor Maim)
he's not allied and doesn't know anyone here, so anyone is free to!

Potential XP
barbarian
+10 Maim another character (maybe)
+10/+5 Win/Lose a fight (maybe)
+10 Successfully wound another character in a fight (wounded roll) (maybe)
+10 Participate in a raid or war (fighting)

pathfinder
+10 Participate in a raid or war (fighting)
+5 Use the terrain to your advantage

CODE / ART

She is not the first Savante to arrive, but she hoped in the very least she wasn't the last. These pride challenges were a thing of interest to Tina, so naturally she made her way across the sandy borders with ease. There is plenty of commotion occurring, but her attention is immediately upon those of her family. Moving past the bodies the small bronze piebald intends to lean in closer to her loved ones, her gaze snapping from the individuals surrounding the vicinity. She takes up a position nearest to @Valerian, meanwhile her gaze focuses upon @Louve in particular. "Veridet peje. Én wäke-sarna összes." Florentina speaks lowly, her gaze directed specifically towards the group of Wolfbron individuals across from them. She knew very little of what had happened between @Dragos and them but it was still enough for her to immediately dislike the others. What was more surprising was the fact that the family was attempting to restrain him, she on the other hand would have liked to see more damage being done. But this was why she was not a fighter, however that wouldn't stop her from calling upon the spirit land for assistance.



[cleric exp]
+5 - Meditate or pray
+10 - Participate in a war
+10 - Cast a curse on a group

art © yumpy

code & bg-credit

Upon the bidding of her mother and Matriarch, Maple was ready to spread her wings and explore past their hidden fortress in the woods. Curiosity was what pulled her out of her comfort zone, and though she had hesitancies she knew that it was better to explore and rip the bandaide off then to remain hidden, tucked away from the rest of the world. The small yearling moved close to the ground, inspecting the sanded borders of the Cove before tentatively crossing over. There were plenty of different scents and from what she could see there were numerous individuals gathered. She hadn't the slightest clue that there were this many lions outside of her world; it was shocking at first. She moves quietly, brushing her underbelly against the sand and eventually coming to a halt in some sparse shrubbery on the outskirts. Her gaze was zoned in on the two fighting, but it was hard to really focus on them in particular when there were other smaller fights breaking out on the sidelines. Was this normal for them to all be so aggressive with one another? Her mind couldn't fully grasp what she was witnessing, but she was still entranced by the whole ordeal altogether.

*Dawnfire is attempting to remain hidden!

[assassin exp]
+5 - Practice stealth
+10 - Sneak into a pride's territory without getting caught
+10 - Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

Kozrain hissed with delight as he felt the lion stagger under the bulk of his weight, his tail lashing out behind him vengefully. He rumbled a dark laugh like thunder at the other lion's retort, though he would spare no more effort on flirting remarks – no, Kozrain intended on a much more physical interaction. His paw slammed down upon the thin bones of a foot, the rough pad of his own giving a light slapping sound at the impact before hitting the sands when his opponent withdrew. The feeling of teeth against flesh is a victory that much more satisfying, his blood roaring with exertion and glee and giddy violence.

It was interrupted swiftly by the sensation of claws scraping across his flesh, tearing even streaks of scarlet across the side of his jaw. Blinded with adrenaline, he lurched his head to his own left, attempting to knock his skull against that of the younger lion vengefully. Kozrain lifted his left paw once more, attempting to slice down the other cat's right foreleg with arched claws.

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Kozrain vs. @Ambrose
For Minor Maim / GET OUT
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 18 + 3 + 4 + 11 + 8 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 17 + 5 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 3 + 5 + 12 + 2

@lee

@Adalwolf arrived next, along with his red-furred wife, and both looked ready to tear into the Sigrun rats. Luther was surprised to hear that @Cirilla, who was now sneering at him (that little wench), could be one of them. Did she know he was a Rike? Was that why she'd attacked him unprovoked, out of thin air? He refused to believe she'd have no reason to attack him beyond having a little fun. Fighting was a means to an end, it wasn't particularly fun.

Only when you were punishing somebody. Or proving someone wrong.

@Sarsaparilla, another Mire woman, join the growing group. Luther paid her no heed until she heard the venom in her voice when speaking the sea-rats' name. Another Rike, but this a woman. Strange. Were they slowly trickling in again? @Vulferam waltzes in with an observation on his littermate, but Luther dismises it, too busy burning holes in Cirilla's back. He inquires after her, and Luther's smirk only widens. "A dead woman," he noted, eyes following the charging shape of Gauthier that barrels into the girl. Let us hope he leaves some for me.

@Markus's voice alerts his presence beside Adalwolf, their words easily recognizable. They are eager to fight. Well, so is the Mire Heir, except his target was engaged. Very sad. More fights break out, between the growing Wolfbron group who caught the attention of the small and insignificant Nero. The Savantes seem to have their primary focus on the Bluffs entourage, considering that the previous meeting at the Hollows did not end well for them. @Amara approaches them, but her request is for @Alaric. Watch her pregnant daughter. As if Ecrosia had no other job.

Well, they were allies.

As Luther kept a close eye on the Sigrun allies, he noted @Myrkvi's dark form standing in the middle, talking to the ghost of Saga, then breaking free in a charge towards the Ecrosian's position. Luther immediately stood up, lips peeling in a threatening snarl, muscles tense and ready to fight. However, the Vermedan's target was Adalwolf. Luther steps away, knowing full well that the Rike Jarl was capable of handling this battle on his own.

However, Luther would not let this slide. He'll have a Sigrun on a platter today or so help him. He will squash them before they manage to show their noses out of the holes they've been hiding in.

Luther is looking for a fight - feel free to attack him!

As chaos erupts, she feels a euphoric sort of high bubble within her, growing and growing. Apollinaire is thrust into a battle when a small albino male attack him, seemingly from no-where and without any preamble. Helah remains tense, watchful from where she stands beside @Louve. She intends to defend the Sovreign but not out of loyalty for her unborn cubs- no if Louve was here, she assumed she knew the risks.... but because it simply looked good for her. And she did rather like the young Sovreign.

A familiar voice suddenly is there, speaking in her free ear- and she grins slyly up at @Acheron- "Big Blue," she coos, nearly ready to tie off into battle with the massive blue male- their version of courtship before the act. Then something shifts- in that moment, her attention is ripped away from the male, as there is shoving, and she is summoned- @Amara's snapping command commandeers her attention effectively.

Helah shifts, turning her back to Acheron, moving alongside of Louve and the younger Aideen, silent as the lioness rebukes her mother, as she looks to her. "Should we punish them for the attempt of insolence?" She murmured aloud; eyes bright with the desire for violence- as she studied the family attempting to stop the beast of a male from attacking Louve. "That, is a problem we need to end- and soon." She breathed softly, low enough for just Louve or Amara to hear.

Helah would not stand in front of Louve, but alongside her- defensive, but respectful of her abilities to defend herself- but ready to spring into action before she had the chance, if she were able- even if it did piss her off.

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

You lie, silent there before me
Your tears, they mean nothing to me
the wind howling at the window
the love you never gave

None seemed to take much notice of the lioness, or if they had, they had not moved to intercept her. It would be easy to look at the tiny and blind lioness and think her harmless or not worth their time, a weakness she often exploited to her benefit.

As she moved in deeper, she would pause to once again guise her scent, this time using the markers of the Cove, that she might easily be confused for a resident and be given the freedom to move deeper in, towards the distant ocean. She could feel the stirring of air currents, aimed at such an angle to suggest it was pushed against steep cliff faces and forced upwards. It must be a beautiful view of the sea from here, had she the ability to gaze out over the mass of restless water.

Eventually, she would leave the borders, wishing to be gone before the fighting had ceased and the attention mind turn to her. Along the way, she would take a few of the rare plants that seemed to thrive here, along with some others she found as well.

These items secured in a careful hold, the lilac creature would leave the vicinity, leaving behind what sounded like a fun show of violence and war.

// exit Yurei

"We fight with z'e cove if you find a target z'at is your size feel free to make z'em leave..." @Louve's words are met with a feral grin, as she nodded. She looked around, studying the crowd- picking out someone that she thought she could take on, when a lot of things happened at once. All at once, she was moved and shoved sideways- but out of the way, as @Amara shifted her alongside Louve, away from a large male who was barreling towards her mentor.

Aideen pushed and weaved around her mentor, baring her teeth at the strangers, snapping them in warning. "I'll fight you, you cowards!" She snarled- not really considering if this was wise to say or not, as she stalked forward- away from the safety of the group- and towards those who would seek to attack them. If they wanted a fight, so be it!

Aideen is open for a fight

Well. Wasn't that interesting. His judgmental expression shifted to something more suspicious as Dragos' own family rushed to intercept him. At first, he wasn't sure if they meant to join and help the man, but it soon became apparent they really did mean to stop him. Of course, the fact it had been necessary at all earned Dragos a spot on Ryker's mental 'watch that fucker' list. If the Savante family hadn't been tamed by Apollinaire's onslaught, he wondered if they might survive the full wrath of the family protecting (or avenging) their matriarch had the man managed to attack Louve.

With that, seemingly, handled, he was content to watch the crowd and take note of various fights, while also keeping an eye on the main challenge. At least until an entertaining target came along, or he was called to action by Wolfbron leadership. Whatever happened first.

code: daanyen || art: lars || bg: sirius-sdz