meadowlark fly your way down

i hold a cornucopia and a golden crown for you to wear upon your fleecy down

Clodovea had no business walking toward the sound of war... except that it was on the land of a certain lioness who had greeted her and her kin upon arriving to Amaryllis. The young girl wondered about the Lagoon queen from time to time, remembering the strength and fairness she displayed upon their first meeting. Attractive qualities; ones that she sought to herself embody. It was with care but with the unflinching pursuit of knowledge that the freckled girl wound her way through the crowd, ears on a swivel and eyes darting about, until she found the sight of @Tiamat engaged in battle. Already her lilac eyes searched the warrior's body for marks of injury, her chest aching with the need to bring healing to one she believed deserved kindness in return.

( Clodovea is option to interactions, especially healing ones c: )

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The front of his body was already starting to scream from their first impact, but he did taste the male's blood and felt his skin give way as Alabaster's hits landed.
Caelum's roared, and Bast flattened his ears so that he wouldn't be deafened. Just has Alabaster released his bite in order to go for another, the black lion's head had turned at the same time. He felt his teeth scrape along the entire bridge of Alabaster's face as he pulled back and his snarl deepened in response. Yet his semi retreat was blocked as Caelum's paw came around to render claws down his side. Deep hissing claw tracks having been left behind in the process.

In response, Alabaster surged forward again, though already so close it was more of an attempt to wrestle against the other large male. Both of Alabaster's front paws came up in attempt to tear into either shoulder as he also went in for another attempted bite towards the male's head. He strained with the entirety of his strength to try and throw Caelum off balance.

Alabaster vs. @Caelum
Major Maim TBD
2 /4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 14 + 16 + 18 + 13 + 1 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 1 + 11 + 7 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 5 + 15 + 3 + 16

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MARKUS RIKE

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The verbal confirmation that his thrashing had pulled away skin, muscles and flesh was enthralling. His teeth are eager to tear away the flesh from her neck, and they do just that - he pulls away for a brief moment to spit away the remnants of his opponent. The woman twists her body underneath him, but he does not remove his claws from her shoulder and stomach. As she twists, they rip through her flesh, leaving moderate lacerations from her shoulder and central flank, down to the underside of her belly, that would scar. His claws are left residing on her stomach, where he attempts to push down against the tender flesh to re-assert his grip.

Her back paws kick successfully to the inside of his thigh, leaving lacerations that would bruise and scar later. Her kick is not enough to dislodge the behemoth though, and despite the pain, he would remain fixed in his position.

Léonie continues to roll underneath him, but Markus continues his attack, lunging forward and this time attempting to force his teeth into the underside of her neck, aiming to find purchase on her precious wind pipe.

What was the saying? Rike chaos is fun?

Markus vs. Léonie
for Minor Maim (ear tip removal)
Round three of four

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 16 + 11 + 5 + 2 + 9 + 10 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 11 + 5 + 10 + 6

Lead Fighter Perk: +1 hit rolls when fighting on your pride territory or an allied pride's territory.

Wounded roll from Léonie's Assassin Lvl 3 perk applied.

Lunaire would peer up at the larger man as he spoke, mentioning how they would simply watch, for now- granted that would only last for a moment before @Sunder would stand and quite affectionately request @Keligan's attention as she would seep into the crowd and find an opponent. Despite the rushing blood in her ears and the pounding of her own heart in her chest, Luna would curiously turn to her somewhat mentor, a strained smile on her maw. Is that your wife? She asked, her gaze looking past the spotted beast for a moment, the form of her abyss queen in the distance coming into focus, some ragged boy approaching.

The mauve lioness would look back to her friend, her face hardening, Hold that thought, I have to do something. She stated, standing to her feet with force and beginning to purposefully stride towards them, her gaze deadlocked even despite the spilling crimson around her. She would get within earshot, as his.... Honeyed?.... Words would slip to @Slaíne, bringing a snarl to her throat. She was a queen, a mother to the brothers and sisters of her beloved Luther. How dare he? Excuse me, she's married. She roared, launching herself at the much larger rogue's form, attempting to hook her claws into whatever flesh would be available, aiming for his back should he not have turned.

Lunaire vs. @Aurochs
Minor maim (tbd)
Round 1/4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 13 + 6 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 7 + 8 + 2 + 18 + 5 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 3 + 11 + 15 + 1

It was only a pride challenge, the lioness told herself even as the bodies began to fling at one another. Awful for those threatened to be displaced, but it was not a danger to life unless they willed it so. It is not war unless they thirst for it. The thought came from a privileged position, one she could admit, where no one had yet bested her King for his seat and thrown her family out into the wild. Slaine wondered idly how long she could sit back like this before Alaric looked to her for support, for her to take up a fight beside him as he knew she always would. Whatever bitterness ate at her heart.

Silent, she watched the drama unfold between @Ronin, @Tinúviel, @Alaric & @Nephthys. The threat of a fight has the mire sovereign almost rising to her feet, to interfere, to step in on behalf of Alaric's woman. But Ronin turned to leave with his wife, instructing Caillen to go with them and Slaine slumped back into her seat, relieved. The blue eyed queen looked to her daughter @Caillen with a faint smile and encouraging nod. "Go wi' yer da."

@Artis appeared, somehow yet again slipping away from Ecrosia and hurtling herself once more into harm's way. "Tha' is yer da's other wife, Tinúviel." The mother replied, her tone carefully even. "She is sovereign o' this island. Now ye settle down an' keep out o' trouble."

Following Bruno's instruction, @Toblerone appeared to position herself nearby to Artis and Slaine would seek to make use of such a giant babysitter. "If ye will, keep my bairn in yer sights." The queen asked as more brawls were breaking out and she got to her feet finally.

A giant of a man slithered into sudden existence at her side and the azure queen was not quite sure how she had missed him before then. Skull tipped in @Aurochs' direction, a quizzical brow offered with an accompanying frown as he appeared to be in the midst of some form of seduction. "Ye flatter me." The Scot replied, though perhaps not quite sure that she really was flattered at all, rather more irritated which expressed itself across her features.

But before Slaine was able to really decide her next course of action, Lunaire flung herself at the giant male. "She's married". The Ecrosian queen broke out finally into a frustrated snarl, sweeping her foreleg in front of Artis and attempting to push her back toward Toblerone. "Calm yerself!" She growled at @Lunaire, annoyed that the lioness had brought a fight so close to her cub and even worse, saw fit to interfere on Slaine's behalf.

The Scot bristled and lashed her tail at her outer thigh, glaring at those around her who might also think her weak. Daring them to try her.

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Like a ghost she drifts across the lands, letting her soul wander with each large step across the barren terrain. Hollowness leaks out of her very pores, her eyes depthless pits strewn behind taut ivory sockets. The careening sound of war cries and bloodshed bounced across every nook and cranny, all leading back to her. The devil inside her smiled, a low purr rumbling from within at the sounds of carnage. A lullaby to the woman as she is pulled forth from her slumber. Vigdis moves across the Lagoon borders without a second thought; her attention already moving to land upon @Fernweh and @Tiamat. But it is the fights around them that do not earn a single glance. That striking yet hollow pink gaze is searching through the crowd, like calls to like. And there he is amongst them, towering above the rest. @Hákon. He has aged in her departure; she can see the delicate creases upon his face. He has weathered time and Vigdis knows it is precious time that she cannot have back. That she had taken from her. "Fader." Her voice rasps from disuse, or perhaps it had been from the screaming. Yes, she could remember at some point there had been plenty of screaming as she attempted to claw her way back to the light. Her gaze is still void of what emotion could have laid there but inside she was .. happy, and relieved to see him still breathing. Unlike the broken picture of her mother that would always be etched in her mind.


*Vigdis is open for interaction up to minor maim!

[barbarian exp]
+5 - Observe a fight (Fernweh v. Tiamat)

She was honestly growing quite bored of all of this, even as fights broke out around her. Drena's claws kneaded the sand beneath her, burning embers narrowed as she scans the growing crowd for an excuse to engage. Maybe she wouldn't have fought, maybe she would have just simply watched but that wasn't her nature. No, her gaze would land on the frame of a pretty lioness sitting all by her lonesome and a devilish smile takes over her features. The gentry rises from her seated position and like a viper waiting to strike she moves through the crowd, faces fading away around her as her eyes lock onto the woman. Drena approaches from behind, words loud enough for just her to hear, "Well aren't you a lovely little dove. Perhaps I'll take you for myself." Or maybe she'd drag her back to the Mire to appease @Luther ♔. She smelled like the brook which was enough for Drena to engage, that and she couldn't resist the pull to feel her pliant flesh beneath her claws and teeth. "This will hurt." She says with a sneer, as if it wasn't obvious enough. The bear of a woman surges forward, moving to attempt and send her broad right shoulder into the woman's left ribcage as she approaches from slightly behind. Her left forepaw snakes outward, claws unsheathed as she attempts to grapple onto the woman's nape. Be mine, little dove.


Drena v. @Dhaveira
For theft/dominance
Round 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 8 + 20 + 17 + 10 + 6 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 9 + 14 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 18 + 2 + 7 + 16

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She was released from his teeth, but not before he had lacerated her scruff with his canines. The blood seeped through her fur, darkening it and the sand below her. Likewise, the wounds across her stomach and shoulder, caused by his claws and the weight that drove them deep into her skin — and by her own movement as she finally managed to twist beneath him.

The behemoth surrounded her, leaving her with no opening to escape. Frustrated, her rear paws continued to kick at the inside of his thighs to try and deepen the damage she’d previously caused. Then, when she sensed his movement as he lunged forward — her racing heart nearly leaping into the very spot where his teeth were targeted — her kicking turned understandably frantic as her forepaws shot up, attempting to slam into his chest to hold him back as much as she could. No, nononono— !

She managed a snarl before her enemy caught her by the throat and strangled any further growling. Instinctively, she gasped against the hold, hastily trying to suck in one more breath before the inevitable. But as she felt his teeth clamp down, her forepaws struck out without thought — her right aiming for his left eye while her other clawed at the right corner of his mouth, attempting to slice it open from jowl to cheek in a desperate effort to force him to let go.

@Léonie vs. @Markus
Minor Maim - Ear Tip
3 of 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 8 + 9 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 8 + 18 + 6 + 2 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 8 + 20 + 2 + 6

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fernweh would've agreed with @Tiamat had they not be in the middle of a battle. had there be no onlookers gawking at them, fernweh may have responded, too. but she knew that in times like this, it was necessary to simply speak with her claws and fangs. she cannot allow struggling emotions to compensate for what she lacked. all she wanted was to win and ease the burden her children was carrying for her failure.

her paw made contact with the woman's skin, but fernweh was starting to feel the tip of fatigue. she realized, much too late, how hard it was to balance herself. the action was regretful, but fernweh couldn't have time to reposition herself before tiamat struck. fernweh felt herself being pulled, the midsection of her body stretched to the point of immense discomfort. she attempted, on instinct, to grab at tiamat's chest with her jaws, in a terrible hope to latch onto her for support. while trying, fernweh felt fangs pinch against her flesh, near her forehead. the paw that was on tiamat slid to the ground, before attempting to grab at the woman's ankle. her other paw was feeling the strain from her move, to the point where it felt like the bone started to ache.

fernweh vs @Tiamat
for scilla lagoon
move: 3 of 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 7 + 19 + 9 + 6 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 1 + 20 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 5 + 7 + 9 + 19

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a land that time forgot did dhaveira smell like anything but sand and sick? it was hard to tell, but surely another’s nose would know better than her. after all, in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t really matter. dhaveira was just a pawn — in the wrong place at the wrong time. a curse, a burden, a stain upon her wintry clan. thoughts like this and more buzz around, knocking against one another in her mind as chaos continues to explode around her. truthfully, the elven woman does not even notice drena — her words are lost in the white-noise of the scene. it’s not until the other woman barrels into her that dhaveira realizes oh, something is happening. a cry tears from her throat as she’s rocked forward, the weight of drena slamming into her left side. there’s little she can do, truthfully. she is no seasoned warrior, not like the others in her clan; it’s instinct and instinct alone that has her moving, years of watching the others play-wrestle not quite preparing her for this. her neck, singing with pain from the woman’s claws, ducks forward — doing her best to try and dislodge drena’s claws. the whole world tilts as she attempts to take two steps forward at an angle, head spinning as she attempts to pivot on her left paws, trying to bring herself more face-to-face with the woman. she’s large and brown and furious, and dhaveiera’s heart pounds — what had she done to anger this stranger so? s-stop, she says, nearly unable to get the syllable out. her throat works overtime to manage it, her right front paw raising to hold out in front of her. intent on blocking the woman from getting any closer, should she continue. and judging by the fury upon her face, she probably would... wuh woh :( dhaveira vs. @Drena for “dominance” ;) Round 1 / 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 20 + 3 + 2 + 16 + 12 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 12 + 13 + 18 + 8 Luck: Rolling 6d20: 8 + 6 + 9 + 15 + 2 + 11

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