His teeth cut through her cheek and she inhales sharply, feeling blood start to form into droplets along her fur, the lioness stumbles back as his weight shoves against her, the girl presses fimrly into the ground with her hind paws, seeking to shove her own weight against him. She could feel the want to allow tears to form but she ignores this feeling. She had cried too much for the family who had abandoned her, she wouldn't do it now.

She snarls as his paw swings towards her, barely missing her as she jumps back, the air that was sliced through showed her just how much power had went into his paw, her backing off only lasted but only for a moment before she is rushing him again, her jaws part, attempting to snap them around his arm, or his wrist, whichever she could.

Levana glowers at him, rage filling her dark eyes, her right paw swings up, attempting to bash across his face with claws unsheathed, hoping with the power she mustered would at the very most hurt him too.

Alexander "vs." @Levana ♔
"For" Minor Maim
1 "2" 3 4

"Hits:"

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 8 + 13

"Dodges:"

Rolling 3d20: 20 + 13 + 3

"Luck:"

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 7 + 8 + 20 + 16

That man, he's a monster

Chaos was comfortable. Anger was familiar. The flare of fire through his veins was something he was well-acquainted with. It was the urge to protect that was new and strange to him. Though things happened very quickly, he saw it as if in slow motion. The first twitch of @Alexander ♔ toward @Levana had him shifting position, but he was too slow to intercept. Lips pulled back in a silent snarl as he adjusted, circling around behind Amara instead, to pace the perimeter of the space Alexander and his wife occupied, giving them more than enough room, but making it very clear he was next in line.

It was different, for them to ignore her. It seemed to torment Levana, but it was not so insulting to Ryker. For the past year there had been some sort of unspoken ceasefire - at least on his end. He had not sought them out, had not antagonized them like he had Seneca and his family. And that had only been motivated by their status as a pride enemy. This, now, was personal. From the second Alexander touched so much as a hair on his queen.

It didn't matter, right that moment, whether Levana won or not. They had friends, and alliances with prides who had accomplished healers, they could deal with it later. Right now? He thought Alexander's face might look very nice hanging on their den wall.

Made a deal with the demons He's a cold-hearted heathen

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Though the child is decidedly late, she isn't all too fazed; more than content to sidle her way along some desert dunes and scope out the borders of a place she'd never really seen before. It was dry and hot, and there wasn't much more to it she supposed.

Still, she sought to park up by a random tower of rocks, and watch as a wild, mottled lioness battled it out with a huge piebald guy. Claws, ticked idly across the surface of a stone, sharpening. Not too far off, another white-haired man brawled with a dark brown lioness. Over what, she couldn't really be sure.

+10 (x2) Observe a fight (Helah vs Scorpius)
+10 (x2) Observe a fight (Levana vs Alexander)
+10 (x2) Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

**Birdie is trying to hide**

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Amara finishes her fight - her maim a success. However, that is not the only drama revealed to him today. He notices the arrival of @Levana and @Ryker , allies of his as they seem to tense with the rising situation. A glance is given to @Renfri , before a sigh heaves from his chest. It seems they might be needed today after all. He lifts, slowly stalking towards their direction with ears flicked forward. Another fight is already underway with the Hollows and Wolfbron, and he comes to stand near @Ryker and @Levana , a few feet behind them with a nod. A show of support. Then - Levana is attacked. The Sovereign of the Hollows rushes, looking to slam into her as they erupt into battle. Head flashes over to Ryker, a low growl forming. "The Plains are with you." That is all he says before he locks eyes on @Dragos , who had so boldly made himself a target, wanting to protect Alexander at first; his loyalty no doubt tied to him much like his scent was. With Levana being attacked, it was the least he could do - return the favor. "Blame him." Is all he says aloud, a sharp nod thrown at the battle on Levana, before he attempts to charge for Dragos, aiming to barrel into his chest with a hard force, attempting to move around the small tiger playing barricade. Aeistrios vs @Dragos for minor maim 1/4 Hits: Rolling 8d20: 5 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 16 + 20 + 11 + 14 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 12 + 15 + 17 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 12 + 16 + 19 + 15

art by era

What began as something so simple to the Russian girl, exploded and transformed into something far more sinister. Minutes passed and more bodies began to flock in, some in favor of the challenge and some not. A stranger to the land, she cannot discern who is morally right and who is wrong, but it quickly becomes out of hand. The sounds of yowling and screeching draw her attention quickly, splitting it between multiple fights at once as the sounds of flesh rending and claws tearing fills the air. It takes every ounce of sanity she has left to find her way to the only person in this valley she knew; @Valerian.

The barbarian closes the distance, ignoring everyone else around outside of the darker lion and the most interesting fights she can observe; the one for the land itself, and two that seemed very...very personal. " Why all fight? " Her deep voice shakes, heavy accent slurring her nervous words even more so than her anxiety did. Claws slip unknowingly from their sheathes to pierce the ground beneath her, hoping as a last ditch effort against her sabotaging brain to ground herself.

+10 - observe a fight (scorpius vs helah) 2/2
+10 - observe a fight (aiestros vs dragos) 1/2
+10 - observe a fight (alexander vs levana) 1/2

Pain is her anthem, and as the tender flesh of her ear rips, claws coming down to dig into her neck- teeth puncturing the skin there she is not deterred. Others may think the fight to be over soon, but her poisoned tipped claws find their mark. It isn’t a particularly quick poison, but she knows, it’ll set him aflame. She grins, as she manages to jerk her paw free of his- feeling his claws score and tear the flesh there- blood surely pooling in the sands.

Her eyes still blink furiously to expel the grin that had cascaded down into them, and yet, she does not need sight- at least in her mind to tear a king to his knees. The teeth digging into her neck, seem to try to jerk her closer.

Well, if he wants to cuddle.

She hopes to use his movements against him, and tries to surge forward into him, as his paw slams into her shoulder- aiming to use that movement not to stagger herself but to drive herself forward into him with the force of it. Fire laces through her chest from the movements, the jerking- the feel of his teeth in her body. She does not yield. Does she stagger? Sure. Does she fall? No, Helah will not find her knees today in this sand. Where his teeth have dug into his neck, she aims to release her own hold on his neck- knowing his mane will save him…

Instead, she aims to bite down into the juncture of where his right shoulder meets his neck- that tender flesh there, to tear into it. To rip it, to bring him down one leg. He is larger than she, and she knows that she will have to be more vicious and quicker than he is, if she intends to win.

And vicious she is.

Her last movement in the span of seconds is another blind swipe out with her paws, aiming to rake her claws down the inside of his left leg, to score that tender flesh there, to cause him pain.

Make the young king buckle beneath her claws. With any luck.

Helah vs @Scorpius
For Andal Oasis
Round two of five.
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 9 + 1 + 14 + 18 + 7 + 3 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 17 + 8 + 18 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 18 + 7 + 13 + 6

OOC EDIT: Perm given by Ferus to edit. Screenshot of dice taken prior to edit, to ensure they remained the same! <3

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY LARS

The brute had never been one for visiting and attending pride challenges. They always made him feel frustrated even when he had no cards in the mix. There were few leaders who deserved to have someone come for the crown. Most challenges were generally made with a purpose to strike true, while others would simply be because a crown was desired. Jafar had never had intentions to take a crown from another unless the pride lay empty but Andal Oasis was far from empty.

After rangling what children that he could to either stay put in the Summit or to be close at his heels, he began to march towards his daughter's home. Lingering near to its borders despite recognizing that he very likely would be allowed in without question or an escort. He couldn't see his daughter through the madness but he could see that it was a Bluffs lioness that had come for him, a shaky relationship between the two prides that only further proved that it was still that and worse.

^{ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY CALA}

It was the arrival of a familiar earthen figure that had Amandil rising from where he rested and crossing the sands towards @Jafar. This far, his father was the only one he really recognized here. Approaching the Summit lion, the silver beast would incline his skull in silent greeting. "Padre..." He would murmer before glancing towards the fighting that had begun in multiple places.

"What do you know of them?". His skull would tilt towards the fighting lions.. and those gathered as his amethyst gaze landed on each in turn. The young male would stand, waiting for some enlightenment from the older Casales lion, hoping to learn something of note beyond simply who the victorious leader would be.

Padre- Father"SPEECH."

coded by flea

don't say it's love!
your fragile heart feeds my contempt

That dark abyss continues to consume. Alexander himself sits in the back corners of his mind as his rage holds his body hostage. Inside he trembles, he roars - screaming to be let go so he can once more get control of the situation. Levana RUN. Despite it all he cannot help the protective surge that comes forward, but it falls short. It dies as soon as it breathes a breath.

There is nothing for her here anymore.

Let her hate and disgust rise, let it fester like a disease because it will be her undoing. As it is now. Speaking to a family that no longer wanted her, insulting them, her voice a condescending crescendo that echoed like a musical in his mind.

Outside blood spills, he tastes it in his mouth and snarls for more, saliva flying in the air as his jaws attempt to lower to the back of her head as she goes for his limb - her jaws find purchase, digging into his flesh and causing the muscles there to tense. This doesn't stop him. Teeth aim and attempt to dig in deep, wanting to lock into her scruff and not let go. The beasts head would attempt to viciously, wildly shake as much as possible, using his spreading limbs to center his weight and aid in this brutal endeavor.

As her paw swings up and comes slicing over his face the Savante takes the full extent of her rageful claws. Lacerations bloom across his nose, cheek and left brow. Blood swells over his already crimson and white coat, trickling down over his eye.

Black gave way to red - a beautiful canvas of savagery.

Alexander vs. @Levana
For Minor Maim
1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 3 + 8 + 12 + 10 + 16 + 20 + 11 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 17 + 5 + 13 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 17 + 3 + 14 + 11

postscript by aurora & lyrics by kamelot

Time was going too fast, her mind was spinning, she felt disgusted that she was causing harm to the man that had raised her, by she was also disgusted that the man she had once lovingly looked at like another father had just abandoned her. The ache in her chest was a constant thrum. It took her everything not to rip away from him, and tear through the crowd to hide away and cry.

Why did she still love them so much? Why did she still hurt everytime they looked through her.

Because you're worthless.

Her mind is a battle ground, just as is the Oasis, a mental battle, one side screaming at her that the Savante were right, and the other pushing back, trying to overpower the intrusive thoughts. She is landing as her teeth make contact with his wrist, she snarls and attempts to clamp down, aiming to lock her jaw and thrash her head, but she feels his teeth sink into her scruff and she resists the urge to curl up instinctively like a cub, the pain brings her back to the present and she cries out, unable to hold in the exclamation of pain.

He thrashes her about and she feels her vision blur for a moment, she feels blood pool at the wound, her claws sink into his flesh and she becomes panicked as her vision tunnels, the lioness swats with et claws, aiming to claw at his face, or tries to. Her paws seek to slice through any flesh she can get to, she can see her mate only for a few seconds every so often she is thrashed about. She worries he may kill her then, her heart clenches, not ready to lose the family shed just got.


@Alexander ♔ "vs." @Levana ♔
"For" Minor Maim
1 2 "3" 4

"Hits:"

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 15 + 3

"Dodges:"

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 4 + 13

"Luck:"

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 16 + 4 + 2