Aquila wandered, tired and worn, towards the meeting. Dreaming of nothing more than to settle in beside @Caligula and try to pass the meeting without growing too angry or frustrated. The grief and loss of his daughter had faded, or had he just become numb to it? Times he spent with his husband were the only ones anymore that he truly felt peace. Everywhere else was signs of what he's lost and how the world he was promised by his parents had vanished, consumed by beasts and terrors.

He came rather quietly, without trying to draw much attention to himself, and aimed to sit beside, just a little behind, Caligula and rest his head across the back of his mate's neck. "I'm not doing ok today." He whispered, mumbling out the exhausted words into Caligula's for._{ART — CODE}

The things that she had seen and the things that her brain continued to see and edit with wild things was endless. Analia didn't just see things as they happened but her brain began to see all the scenarios that could come after it. Overthinking everything to the point that she worried about everything and the what ifs. Mum had won today and had been victorious, she celebrated that of course, but lions kept coming and one of these days they might not be so lucky.

On his journey to the called meeting she took her time, if only because of how weighted she felt. As though every thought and word in her brain was five times their nonexistent weight. Thankfully her eyes caught on @Eisa first, large and red and always a beacon of calm for her. As she began moving in and brushed against her maned sister, she turned and gave a gentle nudge of a paw to @Lukas, a smile to @Sæunn and one to @Myrkvi. Happy to be surrounded by them and not having to run and scatter. Safe for another day. From here she gave her undivided attention to @Cassandra and waited.

^{ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY CALA}

Gareth was not doing very well; not in the slightest. Nymeria's death had certainly rolled him into the bottom of the barrel of life. That being said he kept his distance from most of the Vermedans as best that he could. Staying clear of them while still attempting to do a small fraction of his normal duties when he had the energy to do them. He knew his time was coming and truthfully, he was ready for it. Willing it to come to him so that he did not have to struggle getting to her.

The advisor kept to the outskirts of the meeting that was called. Stationing himself to where no one could truly see him so that he might avoid someone coming over to talk. The last thing he wanted to do was potentially get someone else sick. He didn't know if he had what his beloved had had but it wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

gareth is ill
and keeping his distance from the pride

He had been in the den, lounging around and gnawing on some hard item. He didn't know what it was or if he was even supposed to have it. But it sure was fun to nibble all over it!

He watched his blue sister leave and thought nothing of it. They were old enough now to come and go (within reason of course) But as the roar rang over the land, Asbjørn instantly lost interest in his toy. The large boy stood with tilted head before darting out of the family nook.

The dark Prince padded forward, eyeing the new faces. As young and inexperienced as his mind was, he couldn't help but wonder if this had to do with that other roar. Someone had roared and mother had demanded the siblings stay put. Then her and father came back all beaten up. Speaking of which. Asbjørn noticed @Myrkvi and instantly bolted to him, wedging his plump behind right invetween his father's front paws and leaning back against his broad chest. His head tilted back, nose pressing under the black lion's chin as he purred proudly.

Art by Spu, Code by Minxy

ooc: ---

The call for Vermeda Brook had been heard, but the golden maned lion remained in their den. He could not bring his cubs to a fight, that was far too risky. Though he noted Seraphiel was quick to attend and he figured that was support enough for now. Though he prayed for his safe return. And as time passed he heard the call eventually for a meeting. Ok now they could go out. Urging his children forward he encouraged them softly, "come on guys, quickly now".

Making sure none of them fell behind they eventually made it to the meeting, Bronx coaxed them forwards and led them to a nice little spot shaded by a tree. Nudging them into a seated position he laid down, looking towards Caligula and Aquila his heart broke a bit for them. He knew their loss of his niece and he wished he could do more. But sadly he could not ease their pain. Though as his attention turned back to his cubs he noticed someone was missing. Shit where did he? "Jazz!" he chuffed sharply watching his large son waddle towards @Cassandra.



""

art © sammiie
@Seraphiel @Weimar @Sariel

Put All Your Faults To Bed

you can be king again

OOC:
Jazz had waddled to the mouth of their den watching papa race towards the call, he wanted to go to! However Bronx had scruffwd him, bringing him to the back of the den. Well fine, he would just snuggle then. Though he wondered what was happening, he stayed behind with his siblings and da. Then it seemed they were being ushered out as another call went out. Curiously Jazz led the way his huge paws making him walk funny while he only paused to make sure everyone else was following him. Eventually they were ushered to rest beneath a tree, he assumed it was so the sun didn't bother him as much. But while da was focused elsewhere Jazz took his chances and started waddling confidently towards @Cassandra ignoring his father's calls.


"Talking"

code by corvus

Oh, yes he had heard the challenge ring out. But by the time he made a decision on what he was going to do, he lost the nerve. Fighting wasn't easy for him, it never had been, he had always been the soft child. Preferring to use words rather than claws to find solutions. And still he felt guilt twist in his gut, he was a big lion, he felt he should be lending his strength. Depressed from his sisters death and not having seen Tualtha in a while he dragged his big grey butt out from his den. Slinking in at the back of the meeting, he averted his gaze keeping it upon the ground at his feet. He didn't want to feel more shame if anyone glared at him. Castus shuffled to the side of the group trying to stay away from others. But he was here to listen, and he hoped that counted in some small way. "talk"

Am I The One To Blame?

why everything goes up in flames?

OOC:
A lot of his rage had mellowed in his chest, he was still prone to outbursts of emotion but that was due to grief and being a hormonal preteen. The call went up for them to gather and Elysian hesitated for a second. He had wanted to go see Yasmin, but family came first for now. So with a grunt he turned his direction from heading out of the brook to delve deeper into the territory. Upon arriving the budding preteen would move to come sit beside his parents looking at them with a thin frown on his maw. This wasn't the place to be angry however so he merely settled for appearing sullen.


"Talking"

code by corvus

@Aquila @Caligula

(Gonna be a little vague because of an ongoing thread with Aeisterios but it can be assumed she is pretty beat up)

Solanum heard the call and rose with a sharp inhale, her small frame littered with healing claw marks, she made her way to the meeting, her eyes downcast, she didn't want anyone to meet her eyes. She listened with ears perked though, she'd only told her father what had happened, and tried to hide away but this was a call she could not leave unanswered. The chimera took a seat near her step father, waiting for her dad to come so she could find comfort in his side, she'd never been attacked before and it had left a lasting impression on the girls psyche.

A wound on her neck and scruff, in the shape of an almost perfect outline of teeth marred her mauve side, if one were to match his teeth up with her neck, it would be exact. A shiver ran down her spine, his mark a warning to Cassandra, to Eisa, to Vermeda.

He'd very much wanted to sink teeth and claws into the male he'd seen at the challenge, but the opportunity had not come. It would, he was certain of it, but not yet.

His approach of the meeting was slower than the others, having been ensuring the borders were secure and those who didn't belong in the Brook had truly left. As it seemed they had, and Cassandra called out, Seraphiel altered course from the den to the gathering.

No, no, little one, he rumbled as he came in, spotting the familiar form of Jazz making a beeline for the front of the meeting. He attempted to grab him by the scruff to carry him back, herding him with his paws if he didn't want to be lifted instead.

He pressed a kiss to Bronx's cheek once the child had been collected, sitting beside Solanum and giving her a gentle lick of reassurance, presuming both allowed the contact. He was curious what Cassandra would have to tell them, yes, but his mind was also elsewhere, plotting the defense of his family.

art (c) sammiie