+5 Practice covering your scent
+10 Break a pride law (from the pride page) (trespassing)
+10 Infiltrate a pride’s borders by pretending you’re a member

-- Aurochs is trying to smell like WB and mingle

Aurochs, the most intelligent slab of meat, saw another opportunity to get his noodle wet. Everyone on the island rushed to these things and emotions were laid bare. He knew emotional moments were vulnerable and poignant and he knew if he could just find the right upset girl and offer her his strong and silent shoulder then she'd drop her panties like they were on backorder. So far his efforts had been tantalizingly close to success. Maybe if he didn't smell like a rogue. Maybe if he smelled like someone familiar. And it was pitch night in winter - he wasn't covered in his own humid scent like in summer, and the gloom would obscure his lack of markings even more. Great idea. Let's try it.

He rolled around and coated himself with red dust mixed with snow and grime. Shook himself off, made sure to wipe his face (didn't want to be unkissable). His own scent taken care of, he looked for a border marking and rolled around perilously close to it but not on it. Smelling like some lady's pee was not attractive. Unless she was into that. But even then, nah. Properly satiated with Bluff scent and swagger, Aurochs lumbered across the borders and tried to look like he belonged.

They looked angry. Look angry! He looked at the presumed challenger and tensed his mane to spike it up. Also, look at his mane. It was huge. Know what else was huge? Exactly. Keeping his neck scrunched a bit, to keep his mane on display, Aurochs moseyed toward the Bluff supporters' side and discreetly looked for an appropriate place to sit. Only an empty space next to a pretty girl would do.

"speech."

He was content to lay in secret, to hide and watch how things unfolded. Morrigan had showed up, though she was careful to stay back across the border- out of immediate danger. His gaze shifted back to those gathered, wondering if anyone would show up and start another war. The dark form of something small caught his eye and he would turn his gaze to it, curious whose cub it was- who would be foolish enough to let their child out of their sight. The moment he saw the slightly lighter shade of saddle on the cubs back he would freeze, muscles tensing and heart jumping up several tempos to beat rapidly. Evren.

The warmonger abruptly gave up his hiding and stood up. He didn’t want to trespass, but he also wasn’t going to hang his idiot son out to cannibals to snack on. A low growl rumbled in his chest, narrowed gaze focused on his boy as he waltzed right up to a cub and @Louve. Ears came forward, catching his shy, nervous words and his jaw almost dropped to the ground as he froze. He was flirting. His gaze shifted to the Sovereign, gaze questioning, protective. With a quiet sigh he would continue forward. “Louve. One of yours?” He would ask, politely, but tensely. He knew the danger, Evren did not.


-- Markus is fighting Ronin, please do not engage in fights with him--

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faustine was expecting to be ignored by those outside of her familial circle. but, a dark-coated boy her age came up to her, a boy who was not of the bluffs, talked to her. he wasn't small, but he was fat and fat meant he had lots of delicious meat to give.

but, faustine wasn't stupid. though she was dying of hunger she knew she must play nice and be as much of a princess as possible. mama was here to watch, and it looked like the boy's appearance summoned another adult as well. his guardian, perhaps?

...hi she said, voice thicker than usual, before glancing at the male standing in the middle. her grandmére would be coming at any minute, and she'll strike the man down for trespassing. grandma, o' course she replied with a casual shrug of her shoulders. wiping her saliva away with her paws, faustine added wan' t' play? there was a sharp glint in her eyes and a smile that showed too much teeth, the kind faustine only gave to certain prey - fun prey that could keep her entertained for more than a few seconds. @Evren

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Walpurgis knew how these things went lately. Follow anyone who smelled like the Oasis and looked like they knew what they were doing. The large, confident Ronin absolutely qualified. Whopper didn't really have it in her head that he wasn't king any more. Didn't matter. He had size, and confidence, and he'd accepted her into the pride, and insofar as Walpurgis was capable of questioning authority this was not an authority that she would question. She only hoped she would be capable of following orders and biting the right things!

By the time she arrived, her superior was already over the borders so she rushed to join him, loping unevenly as the sights of her surroundings kept yoinking at her attention. If there was any fight, especially involving her, she would be a stone cold killer with stone cold focus but without that? There were just too many things to look at. She aimed to stand nearby Ronin and tapped her toes uneasily, stretching up with her height to try to squint and peer through the night. The exchange of words... one word from @Faustine... snagged a glint of her attention. "I wa'na play, but ain't we gonna WAR?" She was a WARRIOR, not a player. But. It would be fun to play a little. Maybe the war could be delayed a bit. Maybe she could play with the cubs first and then war after dinner? She stared at @Ronin eager for his answer. Please please please give permission for play and/or war!

@Evren @Louve also in conversing range

[[chilling on the border, please either message me or tag me in the server if you pick a fight so i don't miss it~]]

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It was a call caught by chance, and a private chuckle as he shifted his path toward the familiar and well-worn trails of Wolfbron. How many challengers had Amara turned away by now? How many had come for the bluffs and left beaten, battered, broken?

So his arrival at the borders was casual, and he'd settle on the edge with a smirk, though remained standing and ready just in case. He recognized the man from the Firnen fight, and his gaze sought out Louve. She looked better than he'd last seen her, which he found was a relief.

Hm. Maybe he should have brought a snack. A little parcel of field mice or nice zebra leg to munch on while he watched yet another man get his ass handed to him by the force of nature that was the Wolfbron pride. Though he wondered just how long this would take to descend into chaos and war like so many other challenges recently.

No shackles on the demon in me

I'd rather be dead than average

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Holy shit. She talked to him. Her thickly accented ‘hi’ would make his derpy smile grow into more confident grin. The deep voice of his father would cause him to jump, head turning to look up at his father. His grin would falter for a moment, but he didn’t read his dad as being too angry or upset with him so he would turn back to the girl. She mentioned her grandma winning and he looked around, looking for someone old, but he saw no one that fit that description. Evren wasn’t sure what to think of her wiping drool from her lip, he eyed her curiously, brow raising slightly. That…wasn’t exactly attractive..but everyone had their quirks, right?

His dark ears would come forward and his blackened eyes would brighten (if that were possible) with a gleam of playful mischief at the mention of playing. He loved to play! He didn’t really notice the sharp glint in her eye, and the grin that showed too much teeth? Well, she was just really excited to play with him….that or she had never been taught how to smile right. He could show her, if she wanted him to. "Yeah! That’d be fun. What do you want to play?" He asked, bouncing on his feet with excitement. He even glanced up at his dad for a minute, wondering if his dad would be proud he was making friends. Another voice would chime in, an older voice. He turned towards that next, nose wrinkling as he laughed softly. "You’re too big to play!" He teased, "what’s war? Is it fun?" Head tilted, curious.


@Faustine @Walpurgis

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The instructions ( warnings? ) had fallen upon young, deaf ears. She does not fear this strangers call, nor the strangers that trickle in. The flood comes in the form of swaying, unfamiliar bodies -- they fill the bluffs even as one stands apart. He is tall and broad, seemingly othered but not for a reason she understands.

Lazare feels like she doesn't understand much.

Little baby paws carry her closer, tumbling forward -- away from the sides of her family. It is not a deliberate choice; instead, she feels the pull like a magnet. Her eyes remain on the strange man, glancing up to the others as she passes them. Only thr ground below her feels solid -- nothing else does, not even herself. And with the new sounds of the din of the crowd...

It was a strange dream to be sure, but a dream nonetheless.

Wasn't it?

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another adult that smelled like the boy came, talking about some kind of war. faustine scrunched her nose, eyes squinting with disdain at the greasy red woman. like @Evren, she said to her {too old}. adults shouldn't come into children spaces and try to play with them. they should have their own wars and do their adult things until they wither and die. of course, adults like maman and papa, and her grandmother and auntie, were an exception.

faustine then hopped onto all fours, raising her wiggling butt as she revved up herself up for a battle. her eyes were on evren's neck, but any part of him would do since he was so fat - like aemond was when she fought him. then, without warning, faustine leaped forward and attempted to tackle him into the ground.

faustine {vs} evren
{for} dom match / play fight
move {i} ii iii
hits:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 16

hodges:

Rolling 2d20: 7 + 1

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 1 + 5 + 16 + 9

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It had been so long since she'd been to the Bluffs last. She remembered Bhaskar challenging for her and her, in embarrassment, simply trying to maul his ass. What had ensued was chaos and, inevitably, the beginning of her shit hole of a romantic life. It was so ironic that she was back where it all began, though, even if she was there to find where her fucking son had gone. He was just like his father, wasn't he? Fury inducing. Evren! Absolutely fucking not! she hissed when she spotted him, his small form toddling off to another cub. A Wolfbron cub. She didn't think she had the pull with Amara to claim innocence anymore, so her anxiety was spiking.

That, and Ronin was there. She wasn't prepared to see him and the sight of him was like a punch in the gut. Her eyes immediately swept the area for Sláine, almost wanting to watch him in an act of infidelity. She wanted more reason to be angry. But she didn't have time to linger on him as the cub launched at her son. Jesus Christ. Her boy was fully capable of taking care of himself, yeah, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to hover nearby and snatch Evren away if things got hairy. The lioness stood a few feet away, watching, refusing to do much as look Ronin in the eyes.

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Evren, absolutely fucking not! Uh oh...busted. He glanced at his mother, then back to the girl. hurry or we won't be able to play he almost said, but then she was moving and he would be filled with relief. He'd get to play today.


The boy grinned back to the cute girl, whose name he didn’t even know, noting how she hopped up and did a sort of play bow, her butt wiggling. Evren would mimic the stance, grinning widely as he shuffled his paws around so that he felt more sturdy. He hadn’t met a girl that wanted to play rough before, did she play like a boy did because she had no sisters? The girl would launch herself at him, he was surprised by how heavy she was. She didn’t look fat. Still, her momentum was enough to have him falling backward onto his back with an oof. His forepaws came up, trying to wrap around her in a bear hug while his hind paws tried to kick at her belly. The boy would grin, thinking this was all fun and games, he didn’t even try to dig his claws in, just flexed his toes enough to try and hold on (should he be able to wrap his paws around her). She was a fun girl. Maybe even funner than Léonie.

"Anyone ever tell you, your eyes are pretty?" He asked, on a whim. He'd heard an adult say it somewhere, it was supposed to be a compliment.. Maybe she would like it.



Evren vs. @Faustine
Dom/play fighting
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 7 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 13

Luck:

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

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