The call for the Brook rang out and Solanum felt tears prick her eyes, they'd just finished the war of the summit, and now their home was being attacked again! She begrudgingly slinks her way to the challenger, seeing @Eisa beg him not to do this, and she moves to stand by her friend, offering support. Her eyes bore into Amaroq, and she feels her fur puff up, "Just go away! She cries out, her voice a mix of pleading and anger.

But then her Eyes land on @Aeistrios, and her blood runs cold, the girl, back steps, and watches as he slinks up to another of their members, her lip curls and she growls, "You can't have her! She spits at him, claws unsheathed, her head low, she couldn't do anything and she hated that feeling.

in his ruinous wake, she denies the veil of shadows that were so wont to shield her from the throes of surefire chaos. for his summons heralds a promise of carnage – if only for the controversy surrounding his target – and olive were not keen upon paying contribution to the bloodletting. rather, she refrains from infiltrating the brook’s domain in her pursuit of @amaroq, sauntering forth with a fragmented guise of neutrality as exhileration peels her lips from their stained weaponry: she, the portrait of a smooth criminal.

“copycat,” she sneers in her approach, though little malice taints the tease she offers her ambitious counterpart. there is only a wicked gleam of the gaze she pins him with, setting the vermillion of her irises aflame with a trademarked and impish flare. the scabbed lacerations swathing her flesh sear under the influence of adrenaline as she settles amongst the trickling crowd, her attention wavering only briefly to the lorien usurper as he extends his advice. arrogance (perhaps unwarranted, misplaced) whispers a vow of amaroq’s impending triumph to the pixie – rendering such assistance useless – but olive bites her tongue as she watches @Aeistrios abandon the arena in favor of his own. — and so it begins. but the pixie bears the banners of red today, and with him, will her gaze remain.

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The pair are soon joined by @Khal. Though his words aren't that helpful, Neytiri nods all the same. A nobody then. She sighs. If the man is truly a stranger then all the more reason to look forward to his failure here today.
@Eisa emerges and tells the upstart to leave. As she slides closer to the gathered Brook Lions, Neytiri steps away from Analia so that the sisters can be together. When she looks up again, more arrive. But these arrivals seem familiar.

Neytiri was just about to take another seat when the darker Plum man addressed her. She paused and lifted her blue eyes to his purple; a knowing smile touching her lips. And you are just as bold. Tiri commented back. As the cocky man laid claim to her, she simply raised a brow. Another face screamed at him but she was too young to truly defend Neytiri. The older lioness offered the girl a smile of gratitude. Excuse me, ladies. Gentleman. I'll be right back.

The diplomat padded away from the gathering of Vermeda bodies to stand before @Aeistrios. As devilishly handsome as you are, Neytiri began, sliding her body near him, but not touching him, while she moved to try and circle the lion. I must challenge your claim. You understand, I'm sure. Eyes flicked toward his two companions, @Reah and @Renfri. Let's play fair, shall we? She requested. Expecting the pair of lionesses to only involve themselves if other Brook lions sought to join in. I won't tear him up too badly. She winked before her body tilted to finally press against Aeistrios. Sliding the length of him slowly until she was facing the same direction as him, the two standing shoulder to shoulder. Her left pressed to his right. Her cheek pressed to his cheek, a single purr given to him before her lips peeled back into a snarl.

Fangs flashed as Neytiri attempted to grab Aeistrios by the muzzle to hold it shut. Simultaneously her body shifted to somewhat face him. Though not full on, it was enough to give her space to try and attempt for her right paw to fly out and seek to hook into his left forelimb.


Neytiri vs. @Aeistrios
Claim for Neytiri
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 1 + 8 + 20 + 9 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 5 + 13 + 18 + 6 + 10 + 12

Art by Sammiie, Code by Minxy

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Jowls loll open and steadily he panted, expression a fixation of eagerness and slovenly lust. His true love was the bloody stage as ever. He knew little of the Plains male except that he also liked to stir shit and here he did not disappoint. Vermier's inward tipped ear twitched at the exchange of information about weaknesses. He would have to see whether it was true. With a great exhale huff he grinned as the brute's claim garnered the extremely predictable protests. This made the Brook look weak. That the lady was willing to indulge the foreign king also showed weakness. Perhaps more among the Brook were... disloyal?

"I say alsi, eez Hollow beau pride! Eez a lioness want Vermier claim?" Hey yeah ladies, why not rub up against him too? He was very soft and cuddly, promise.

The sound of a challenge for the Brook ringing out was enough to bring a giddy smile to her lips, already on her way when @Aeistrios summoned her and @Reah. She joined up with the Sovereigns as the Plains lions made their way to Vermeda, eyes taking in the sights before them as they arrived. The challenger was unknown to her, but some of those in attendance looked at least somewhat familiar. It was not challenging to figure out who sided with who, based on where everyone sat, and the scent of fear and anger dripping off of some of the younger ones especially. She made the careful and conscious decision to remain solidly on the neutral side of the border, at least for the time being, even as Aeistrios stepped forward to challenge for the plum lioness. At the woman’s words, Renfri gave her a grin and a nod. She was not one to jump into another's fight. She was more than happy to keep herself open to deal with her own opponent if one became clear. “Give him hell.” She replied with a wink of her own, watching the beginning of their battle for a moment before she scanned the faces of the other Brook lions, prepared to step in if anyone that side of the border tried to make things less fair. She remembered the plum lioness from the ball, and based on her reaction to the Plain’s kings attempt to claim her, she had a feeling they’d get along well if things swung in their favor this time around.

Art by Navarre - Code by Vasilia

Had he remembered all that had come before, Farrow might have been angrier. To watch a step-daughter he had struggled and fought for so long to see eye-to-eye with to be assailed by the greed and ambition of another might have sent him into a fury unlike any other. But even as the months had come to pass, Farrow still struggled, and his loyalty to his Queen had not quite morphed into the fatherly devotion he may have once felt before. Even as glimpses of the past began to resurface, even as he began to truly believe that he was something he was not. Yet still, he was here; waving her banner, furious in support.

Hastily did Farrow take up a defensive position behind @Analía and @Eisa, his gaze split between them and @Khal. My family, he thought, but the words still felt strange. The moments of fleeting peace were only that; for even though the challenger smelled of a rogue, the representatives of a different, foreign pride hastily took advantage of the chaos. As its King engaged in combat with another Vermedan, Farrow quickly turned his gaze toward his approaching pridemates. The frustration and fear in the heavy air around him quickly stirred the more protective side of the laid-back Farrow, and all the adventuring and battles he'd ever endured burst forth all at once.

She were looking for a fight, and Farrow would be happy to oblige.

He approached @Renfri with little intent of being sneaky, cunning. The battlefield was a place of honor, and where it demanded blood, Farrow was content to oblige it. But the years of wear had worn him down, and his permanent limp from his supposed fall had left his gait faltering, certain to give the woman plenty of time to notice his head-on approach. But where Farrow lacked in coordination and speed he favored in strength, and as he would come to close the distance and reach her, his head would lower squarely between his shoulders, and the brunt of the space between his ears would attempt to ram directly in the center of her chest.

Farrow vs Renfri
for Minor maim
i of iv

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 10 + 11 + 1 + 9 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 7 + 8 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 15 + 1 + 14 + 10

Only moments passed before she saw the male approaching her, the smell of the Brook clinging to him, his gait making his intentions clear enough. Her lips curled into a sneer towards the older, larger lion as she set her defenses. Head lowered, ears pinned back against her head, tail lashing wildly behind her. His head was lowered, aimed for her chest and she quickly turned so that the impact would hit her side in the ribs rather than head on. Pain bloomed in the spot he hit, and it would certainly bruise later. Her small size made her quick as it was, and his limp only added to that slight advantage she had, helping to even the playing field out somewhat. It was times like these that she cursed her parents for not having better genetics that would have given her less of a difficult time in a fight. She lunged then, jaws parted and aiming to latch onto his rear flank. Lifting one forelimb, she attempted to rake her claws across the same flank, hoping to hook them into his flesh. Renfri vs. @Farrow Minor Maim Round 1 / 4 Hits: Rolling 3d20: 20 + 2 + 4 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 11 + 15 + 19 + 20 + 13 + 12 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 19 + 18 + 17 + 13 + 10

Art by Navarre - Code by Vasilia

A challenge for his former home? He would not miss it. The titan ambled towards the Brook with haste, his stride carrying him as quickly as he could. Nearing the Brook, Eskel did not remain on the other side of the border, instead, he moved across it- hoping that Cassandra would not hold it against him. Not when he was here as an ally, here to defend the Brook. His gaze would cross over those gathered, eyes coming to narrow on the male who smelled of the Hollows - @Vermier A snarl would rip from him, "You will not be claiming any of the Brook." He threatened, eyes narrowed. He wouldn't make a move towards him, yet- instead watch him, waiting for him to make the first move, before Eskel would intercept.

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Aideen was not interested in missing any challenges. Especially, when it was so close to the Bluffs. She ran towards the sound, with wide excited eyes- ready to see what was going on. Aideen zipped through the Grove, arriving at the borders of the Brook with wide eyes and a soft pant. She didn't recognize anyone, not really, except for that Hollows male. So she approached him, @Vermier -- remembering that he'd been near Louve at one of the other challenges.

"Who's challenging who?" She'd ask as she drew up near him. "Sont-ils forts?" She asks, slipping into French, her eyes bright- watchful- curious, yet for the moment- on the other side of the border, not trespassing, yet.

code by corvus

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

The predictable retaliation moved at a plodding pace. The kibg of nothing grinned his vacant, constant stare. He appreciated the fire of the Plains female @Renfri and audibly growled when he saw the ponderous approach of a male @Farrow much her elder and much advanced in weakness. "Pathetique monsieur! Ze femme desire good fight!" Not that he was volunteering to distract himself when it would more amuse him to torment established enemies. As ever, one appeared! "Eez bon chance for Vermier!" he growled in response to the colossal male @Eskel. The king narrowed his eyes, lowered his skull, and purposely flexed his claws while rolling his shoulders. "You femme? You desire I claim for Hollow?" his voice roiled embroiled with this potential scandal. "Ooh la la, such so many beau I has!"

Entranced with his vision of himself, it was only natural that he draw a presumed fledgling from the Bluffs. Young, female, and giving him a command in French - Vermier replied instinctively, not questioning who she was or what she looked like. "Le grande rouge -" he gestured. The big red. "Desire Brook. Brook eez gazelle, his tone suggested a disgusted expression of which his face was not capable of expressing the subtlety.

+5 observe a fight (renfri/farrow)