Coming to sit by her sister, @Analía - Eisa's attention is snagged on the male from the passage. @Aeistrios. She bares her teeth, when he looks her way, notes his mouthing, but does not rise- no instead, his sights are focused on the strange female near them. @Neytiri speaks, but Eisa does not answer, and instead listens to her words with Analia. Then, the female is fighting for herself against Aeistrios, and Eisa's paws itch to join in. Yet, she refrains, watching the fight- and the fight her father is suddenly involved in.

Cassandra's arrival is met with the sound of her mother throwing herself into the fight, and she mutters to Analia, "Do you think we should go guard the den?" Guard their younger siblings? Her words are quiet, she doesn't want anyone else to hear her, but she makes no move to do anything- instead, watches the fights as they break out.

She sees Revna as she moves across the land, be intercepted by a mottled colored female, and she jerks her head back to watch her mother's fight. "Or do we fight too?" She asks, just as quietly, her heart hammering in her chest.

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For a freight train city
Locked up 'til you're moonlit
Brushing my hair back,
feeling your lips
on my cold neck

You do it to me so well
Hypnotic taking over me
make me feel like someone else,
you got me talking in my sleep

Despite his larger frame, he cannot tackle her to the ground. She rises up, to meet him. His claws rake against her flesh, where his attacks had landed. It's blood now, that coats his paws. Her blood. His blood. Their coppery-sweet taste mingles in the air. His snapping fangs do not hit her neck, but Amaroq will sink into any part of her, regardless. He attemps to pull away any piece of her as he jerks his head backwards - just in time to feel her own fangs sinking into the side of his muzzle once again. Lacerations rise to the surface of the torn skin, there, adding nerve-pricks of pain to the surging violence he feels. Blood trickles down his maw, his chin, sliding down to his sharp jawline.

It's intoxicating, almost, to feel such wealth of emotion; to taste such ruin. Her paws come up to slam against the brawny surface of his chest. He can feel her claws running through his thick, winter fur, leaving lacerations behind; a darker shade of blood, mixing with the crimson of his skin. Amaroq is relentless, however, as he would attempt to reposition himself, by bringing his entire weight downwards - upon her, if possible. If he cannot tackle her, he can attempt to crush her. His muscled body ripples with downward momentum, as his forelimbs seek the ground. On his way down, he seeks to run his talons down her smaller frame, attempting to lacerate her flesh wherever they may land.

His jaws, too, are agape and salivating; they aim for whatever he can grab, attempting to savour her flesh within his fangs.

Amaroq vs. @Cassandra
for VB
3 of 5

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 3 + 13 + 10 + 12 + 15 + 2 + 7 + 16 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 19 + 13 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 8 + 17 + 19 + 11

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ooc: I'd like to keep this between revna and helah please ;)

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She's getting closer to the fight between her pridemate and the plum idiot who rules the Plains, ready to launch herself against him as viciously as she had done in the passage not so long ago. Her claws are already out, digging into the dirt as she flies across the ground to make it in time to help.

A smaller, multi-hued body threw herself into Revna's path, suddenly blocking her way to the fight. The collision hurt, but it was a minor pain that is easily overshadowed by her surprise at having been stopped at all. It takes her a moment as they tangle, soft paws and a gentle bite gripping her, to realize who the intrusion has come from. Helah's scent fills her nostrils and, as Revna pushes away, she recognizes the pretty pattern of the woman she has flirted eith on several occasions.

After untangling herself Revna glances at the fight and sees that it is too late to get involved without causing problems for the one defending herself. A snarl paints her face as she returns her gaze to Helah, who is speaking of ownership, making a clear claim on the former sovereign. There is none of the playfulness of her other encounters in her demeanor now. "I belong to no one," she growls in response, spreading her legs into a defensive stance. Because Revna is not about to be carried off to the Bluffs like a trophy. She would have to be forced to live there - if Amara would even stand for it to begin with.

But she does not attack. Helah has a chance to withdraw her claim.

Revna vs. @Helah
For Revna
Round 0 1 2 3

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The tangle with Revna, and the sweet perfume of the pretty female is almost disorienting. Luckily, Helah had a preference for rough sorts of things, and she is able to force herself to focus. She aimed to break her gentle bite, to pull back to meet her pretty Revna's gaze, she smiles smally. "I'm trying to protect you." She muttered softly. "Going with me is the only way to ensure that." She said, remembering how close, at least in Helah's mind, Revna had come to being a prisoner of the swamp.

She is both tense, and ready to fight- to stake a claim to Revna if she must. "Just don't make a scene." She hisses. "I don't want to hurt you." She is honest, pitching her voice so that no one else can hear it- or at least trying to. Revna belongs to her, and no one else could harm her- not as long as Helah was around. If she'd just agree and consent to come, well, Helah would be happier.

This side of Helah isn't... a side she's comfortable with- the side that cares about anything. Perhaps, she only views Revna as a possession, or perhaps there's something more, a sentimentality deep within her for the pretty dark furred female.

Well, if Revna wanted to escalate this into a fight- Helah waited for her to make the first move.

Helah vs @Revna
For Revna
0/3

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

Her gaze widens at Helah's admission, but her features do not soften towards the other woman. "I do not need protection," she proclaims, not trying to keep her voice lowered the way Helah does. Her mind is pulled in so many directions now. Dealing with this - whatever it was - as well as worrying about Cadsandra and worrying about her wife. Her eyes cast around for a brief second, spotting the telltale flash of @Dhaveira's beautiful fur among those gathered before her gaze returns to Helah.

"I have a wife to protect," she snarls angrily at Helah, flashing her fangs. "I will not leave her behind." Had Helah even been aware of the wife already in the picture? Revna could not recall Eira being present before at their meetings. What in the world does Helah even want to protect her from? She is already littered with scars from past fights, including the one beneath her eye from her own son. Revna fights. It is what she knows. That will never change.

"Amara will not allow me in the Bluffs, anyways," she scoffed, turning around to head towards Eira. She chuffs softly, trying to grab her wife's attention to make sure she is okay.

Revna vs. @Helah
For Revna
Round 0 1 2 3

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The dismissal of @Revna 's obvious need for her protection, makes Helah scoff. "I was at the passage when that Mire Heir tried to claim you. You were a bit busy then, to defend yourself." She snarls lowly with a flash of teeth. "I could not fight him, lest I lose my pride an ally, but I had already begun planning on how to get you out of there." Low pitched words, low pitched snarls. She would have traded favors, made her own alliances with those who were able to relieve Revna from those binds.

The admission of Revna having a wife, makes Helah chuckle humorlessly. "And I a husband." Not to protect no, though she would protect Oleander if he was threatened- strictly because she had to for now. She cast her eyes to follow Revna's gaze, wondering which female was hers- as Revna scoffs, that Amara will not allow her to the Bluffs anyways.

Helah feels her vision tunnel into something more full of rage, red and black- tinged with a bit of lust and desire to possess. Amara would allow her as Helah's personal prisoner, would she not? She actually did not know. Was she willing to find out?

Her claws sink into the earth, as she debates the merits, the cost, the obvious position this would put her in if she attacked Revna...

But if she didn't... how on earth would she ensure that others would not take her?

Helah aimed to lunge forward and aimed slam into Revna again, a low snarl leaving her- her only warning for the other female, as she aimed to rear up, her left paw aiming to strike out at the other female. Claws unsheathed this time. "You're making me hurt you." She snarls, and it wasn't what she wanted- but it was what she would do.

A weak attack, really but it was all about keeping Revna's attention on her, where it belonged

Helah vs @Revna
For Revna
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 20 + 10 + 18 + 11 + 6 + 9 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 11 + 1 + 16 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 11 + 6 + 5 + 17

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

"I would have fought him myself when I was done defending my family," she retorts, brushing it off. Luther's claim had only angered her. It was petty and childish and perhaps an act of war, but it had never been insurmountable.

Revna does not react to Helah's admission that she has a husband. To Revna, that does not mean someone is unavailable. She had a husband too, after all. But Eira needs her. She is soft sunshine, not hardened steel, and she needs protection. Revna would never let herself be taken away from her sweet Eira. But the admission that Helah would have tried to free her catches Revna off guard. "Why?" she demands, turning her head briefly back to the woman before she heads for Eira.

But it's too late for talking now. She sees Helah lunge forward before she feels the woman's weight slam into her right hip. Then Helah rises up and swipes at Revna, her claws just scraping along her lefthip, close to her side. Revna growls, but does not roar in anger like she might have otherwise. She is annoyed and confused. But even she cannot ignore the part of her that likes Helah, even if she does not understand what it going on right now.

The scrapes on her hip are shallow and barely sting. The message is there, but the intent not so much. Why is Helah holding back? Revna twists, attempting to turn back to the woman as she is still on her hind legs, and sends a sweeping blow towards the woman's ribcage as she whirls around, aiming to slam her left paw into Helah's side or ribs or shoulder, but with her claws firmly sheathed for the moment.

Revna vs. @Helah
For Revna
Round 1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 14 + 8 + 16 + 1 + 4 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 5 + 14 + 13 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 15 + 6 + 8 + 17

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

He arrives to the sounds of violence, as the army's wolf scouts the lush terrain. Harou sharpens his talons against the rocks, allowing his claws to flex against the boulder. He's merely an observer here, and doesn't care which side wins. Queitly, beneath the hush of now-twilight, he observes the scene before him. The tension hung upon the night air, as fights break out among them. The scent of blood saturates the air, all thick and delicious with ribbons of crimson. It's a calling in the night, all that fragrance of blood, one that Harou finds hard to resist.

Harou is observing.

Double EXP
+10 Observe a fight (Amaroq vs. Cassandra)
+10 Observe a fight (Helah vs. Revna )
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

Helah cannot help but roll her eyes. "That would have been decided while you were fighting. You would have had no choice." Truly, when had Helah ever cared for someone's choice- she never really involved herself in other things, and instead watched, yet- something about the challenge for Revna had stirred a possessive feeling with her.

'Why?' It was Helah's turn to be caught off guard by Revna's question. "I don't know." She growled. She didn't, she didn't understand why she cared. She didn't get it. The sentiment that was growing within her for the pretty female made no sense. Helah just figured that it was lust and desire, and nothing more. A desire to possess. A desire to claim. Yeah, that's all this could be.

Revna spun into her attack, and the blows from the other female made her hack out a a snarling cough as it hit into ribs, winding her. Dick move, Revna She held back, as she found her mark, claws not trying to dig into the female, not trying to hurt her. Not really. Instead, Helah would aim to drop back down to her hindlegs, coughing slightly, as she tried to catch her breath, and instead of using her claws or teeth- she aims to barrel forward, aiming to slam her shoulder into the female wherever she could. Helah's attacks lacked their ferocity, but she hoped the snarling and movements would be too fast for anyone else to notice, but Revna herself.

Helah vs @Revna
For Revna
2/3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 6 + 18 + 17 + 14 + 10 + 3 + 7 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 20 + 9 + 15 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 12 + 16 + 20 + 1

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

They are embroiled in their argument now, tooth and claw and vehemence and something more burning between the two women. Revna is angry, but she is also confused. They have flirted, yes, many times. But there had never been any indication of something more from either of them.

Her paw smacks against Helah's side and the other woman coughs briefly before settling back down to catch her breath. "I would have fought him again later," she growled, the angry sound more a result of thoughts of Luther than her current fight. The words come out as she finishes whipping around to face Helah. Moments later her opponent rushes forward, shoving her shoulder into Revna's chest and forcing the breath from her lungs for a moment.

She sputters, taking a moment to catch her own breath before shoving her head forward in an attempt to smack her forehead against Helah's, now that they were in close proximity to each other again. Her breath comes quickly as the effort of moving around so quickly and her loss of breath begins to wear on her. But she refuses to give in, to be taken from her wife and her home, so easily.

Revna vs. @Helah
For Revna
Round 1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 10 + 7 + 8 + 5 + 1 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 10 + 1 + 3 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 18 + 2 + 4 + 1

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