...Dare he say that things don't seem to be going well for the challenger and his supporters?

One by one, they are flung from the cliffs like stones, already injured and bleeding, certain to be only further mangled by the cold rocks below. Will they even survive it? Hubert can only guess. Throughout all of it, the Prince keeps his attention focused on the silver form of his least favorite lioness, a picture of savage fury who fully tears away the tail of one of his pridemates, soon sending the maroon woman over the icy edge. The Prince's claw dig long white grooves into the stone beneath his feet, reflexively stepping a dark paw out from his hiding place, lips curling to reveal pearly fangs when Isla's challenging cry rings out.

But she whirls away quickly, too quickly, and as Hubert shifts his gaze to see where he might cut her path, he catches sight of the what's captured her attention. Oh, and isn't that incredibly interesting? They are fighting amongst themselves now, the Illyrian Queen herself attacked by one he assumed must be of their own, for the cry of 'Verräter' rings crystal clear through the air. Traitor. The mountain's lions were all revealing their true natures today, it seems.

In his moment of fascinated distraction, Isla is soon crowded by too many other forms, bracketed by too many gigantic bodies - his opportunity has passed, and he retreats into shadow with a low hiss and a frustrated lash of his tail against the boulders. Damn it.

Many things happen quickly then. The Queen approaches death, and yet the pale man hesitates at the last moment, leaving without opening her throat. Isla drops alongside her as battles all around the clearing begin to reach their ends, and an absurdly round woman with an unexpectedly loud voice orders all trespassers to vacate the premises. Tsk.

Hubert searches out his Vater once more in the crowd, finding him still at Rusalka's side. Would he offer as much aid to those who'd fallen, he wonders? With a low huff, the Prince would turn away sharply, stalking his way out of his hidden crevice and making his way back down the mountainside. Hubert will leave, because as far as he's concerned, he's already seen all that he's needed to see.

And he leaves disappointed.

/exit Hubert

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She busied herself silently as the war raged on, watching each movement with a wince or a shudder. That had to hurt. Much of the drama of it was lost upon the young lioness, who remained quite ignorant to the political scape of their land in her youth and absence. There was much to learn. Sedona remained instinctively tensed as she watched, adrenaline surging through her seated figure despite her own state of safety. Scorpius had spoken much of his family's enemies within Amaryllis – had tried to prepare her for what returning could spell for the pair. They had taken it on all the same.

She blinked as lions came and lions fell – or rather, were thrown. Finally, the screaming of a feathered lioness pierced her ears at a cutting decibel.

"Eso es suficiente," that's enough, she breathed lowly, glancing at the towering lion to her side. Sedona was suddenly quite aware that they were sitting upon someone else's sofa, watching their TV. Giving him enough opportunity to follow after her, she would pick up those wandering goat tracks once more to see briefly where they led. Gathering up her harvested buchu leaves, she followed the tracks until she was out of Illyria's borders.

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-exit- @Scorpius
+10 - Collect herbs (march double XP)
+10 - Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (march double XP)

+10 - Study and track footprints (march double XP)

image by moogle/code by saph

Double Exp
+20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group
+10 Observe a fight (Morrigan vs. Rainer)
+10 Observe a fight (Aquila vs. Myra)

In truth, the young lion was of little use to anyone. He didn't know them well enough to simply insert himself among their business, but still the Hodari could not turn himself away from it all. He continued to watch as the queen defended her home, happy to see her remain the sovereign of the Summit when all was said and done. Or at least, it would have been, had another male not swiftly attacked her right after.

A few more fights continued to ensue along the sidelines, noting the previous matches had come to a conclusion as well. Icy gaze watched as Roarke stepped back from his opponent finally, and then Aquila tore away the woman's ear he had been fighting. It was clear to see that these older male had seen battle many times over, just as Morrigan likely had as well. The young paladin wondered if he'd ever have a reason to fight like they did, if he'd ever have a need and desire to defend something or someone so vehemently. Someday, maybe.

As he turned his attention back upon the grey queen, though, it was just in time to see her fall unconscious. It would seem Khonshu's work was not yet finished. "Let her be okay, Khonshu. These people need their queen," the masked lion quietly whispered to himself, but then a very loud voice sought to clear the area. Talisa's voice boomed towards them all, only leaving the boy to assume her as another head of the Summit, and he was keen to oblige. Before he left, though, the Hodari found a boulder along the outskirts of Illyria's boulder. With his pawpad still bleeding just enough, he drew a crescent moon along the surface of the rock, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "Keep them safe," the boy whispered once more, eyes falling shut as he held his paw upon the moon for a moment. Then he'd slip back down the mountainside, hopeful the moon god would watch over them all.

exit Hero

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Solanum turned her attention to the girl, the healer had walked away, and she was nervous as she moved to check the girl out, she eyed the king of the mire before she gently used some snow to clean the girls face, she gathered a snowball up and pressed it to the girls swollen eye. Her heart beat hard against her chest, and she opened the girls eyelids carefully looking for any signs of concussion, she spoke gently, "I'm not an actual healer yet.. but we can't move her too much, she asked where she was, which means she could have a bit of amnesia.

She spoke softly, looking at the adult lions, "I've got to go, but she can't travel very far like this, the Oasis, or even here if the summit permit her would be best. She looked to @Arachne, "Can she stay here?

The girl heard the roar and winced, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more. She backs up, seeing Heros retreating form and she's quickly retreating after him, feeling like a failure

/Solanum exits (inserts emotional damage meme)

She would stand there, that feeling of anxiety never leaving her entirely, though she went completely unnoticed by everyone there. This was nothing new, she was very much used to being overlooked by adults, even by other cubs more often than not. She had never truly understood why she should be left in such seclusion, but it was commonplace by now.

She had seen her fill of the fighting, deciding to hurry off towards home, or at least somewhere a bit warmer. Her thoughts immediately returned to her drum as she neared its hiding place. She would pull it out and begin tapping it some more, pausing only to draw out the bit of dye she stored inside, using more on her face, wondering if she would be more noticeable then, not that there was anyone here to see. A few more taps on her drum and she would sigh, picking it up and deciding to head for home.

// exit Blue

He remained a silent shield against the world alongside Talisa, his body tight and tense as he watched the battles. He listened, his head and gaze sweeping as he studied everyone, making sure no one would intrude on the space of his peace. The other male, he had not met formally, sat on the other side of her- and it was a silent nod that Eskel would offer him @Eyvindr should he look his way. Appreciation for the other's solid presence.

Morrigan won. From what he'd heard about her from Talisa and Cassandra, he did not doubt her prowess in battle a bit. He assumed, rather foolishly that the fights would cease, and then another was charging for her- and he realized, by the screams he could hear... this was a shock.

What happened next was more shocking, and he watched, remaining close to Talisa as her wife fell. When she stood and moved, he mirrored her, remaining close until the battle was done- and when she broke away to go to her wife's side he merely prowled forward, his eyes scanning the world for threats. There was rage there in Talisa's voice, and he thought a trace of terror- at the thought that her wife would truly fall.

Yet, when she nodded her head towards him and the male, Eskel would move forward- looking to the male, and then moving into help as he could to get the injured Queen back to her den.

-exit w/ talisa & co-

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There was too much happening for the Starke King to keep track of it all.

The Andal bastard was joined by a one-eyed woman, that earned a curled lip from the King. She had no fucking idea what was happening, here, but the threat in her posture was clear enough. And he was frankly getting really sick of being threatened when he wasn't doing anything to deserve it.

Thankfully they both (seemingly) step out of the way, just in time for @Arachnae to make her presence known. @Nephthys is quiet, but he could hardly blame her for that. The whole place had descended in to chaos and now he was being helped by an enemy...

A clear enemy, for before he could think to do anything about it there were fucking bodies being thrown off the mountain. Adalwolf first, followed by a screaming Astarte. His stomach rolls and fury rises, his gaze snapping to @Isla ♔. "You'll pay for that," he warned, and the anger made his entire body grow hot. If he hadn't had an already injured yearling pressed against his side he would have made sure she paid now.

"We need to get out of here." As Morrigan fell and the screams of the wounded rolled over him he pressed his ears against his head. "We need to get her out of here. Now." His eyes were wide, his posture tense and defensive. Alaric was ready for an attack, feeling very much like he was surrounded by more enemies than friends. "Can she be moved?" He looks back to the medic, his heart pounding fast in his chest, his gaze flicking briefly in the direction that two of his pridemates had been thrown off the fucking mountain.

CODE•ART•BG

@Arkyn VS. @Valaine FOR minor maim
— RESULTS —

Arkyn Hits: 4+4+5+4+5 luck = 22
Arkyn Dodges: 0+0+1+1 = 2

Valaine Hits: 1+2+1+3=4 luck =11
Valaine Dodges: 2+3+1+3 = 9

Arkyn Successful Hits: 13
Valaine Successful Hits: 9

Arkyn HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR minor maim!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Anyu

Valaine is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Arkyn Wounded Roll: 1

Arkyn is NOT WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 04/16/23, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!

She is struggling underneath him, that much was obvious, and the beast was sure he had felt something inside her body pop or crack. Her pained roars and squirming would make Arkyn release a guttural snarl of his own, muffled by the hold he now had on her scruff. She was losing steam and becoming exhausted and that was when he would take the advantage. Keeping the hold he had, Arkyn would shift so that he were side stepping to their left before his head jerked the opposite direction. The force would cause the Caladan to fall onto her right side, and with precision the Viking would turn toward her and rear up onto hind legs.

Front paws would slam down onto the woman's left side near her ribs, a powerful motion that had all of his weight he could possibly manage within his paws to be brought down upon her. His claws would pierce the skin whilst pushing, and it would be after moving a paw slightly to the side that he felt a crack; a bit subtle, but he knew what it was. Knowing that there were bones broken in any capacity was enough for Arkyn for the time being, and with that he would lower his maw to the woman's ear, hot breath panting against it. Think twice on attacking a stranger. You might lose your life next time. His words were spoken in a husky drawl, low enough for only her to hear.

After releasing another snarl, Arkyn would remove himself completely from the immediate area, yellow eyes searching the faces that were still around for @Csitri. With sides heaving and the exhaustion that always followed quit after a fight, the Viking would spot her and begin to pad in her direction. My aunt's wife wants us to go. The words were grunted out while moving past her, pinned ears catching Talisa screaming demanding those that shouldn't be within the Summit's borders to leave. He'd take his time down the trail he'd taken up here, the pain making him move slower.

exit Arkyn.

@Valaine

 get on your knees and
bow down

_{ART & CODE}

if you're going to be two-faced,
at least make one of them pretty

Valaine should have known the man wouldn't let her up, but she didn't expect him to do anymore damage to her. Fuck, what was she saying? Of course she did. With her scruff in his mouth, the much larger brute threw her on her side and pounced on her already incredibly sore ribs - causing her to scream out. Within her body, she felt an uncomfortable wet crack and then a radiating pain - much worse than before - grow throughout her chest. Breathing became incredibly painful, and moving was out of the question. She was pushed into what snow remained after such a war, and with the Sovereign yelling for everyone to get out, Valaine gripped at the earth with her claws.

Her opponent leaned down and warned her of a next time, and she turned her head and flashed a weak snarl at him, opening her jaws with the intention of snarking back - though as she took a breath, her words caught dangerously in her throat. Black began to rim the edges of her eyes and she drooped, watching the large paws of the male that just... beat the shit out of her... leave.

As @Talisa demanded everyone that didn't belong to leave, Valaine attempted to get up once more. She perhaps picked herself a foot off the ground before the pain was too unbearable to continue. She flopped back into the worn and dirty snow once more. This time, when her face hit the ground, she blacked out. /exit via passing out

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