The woman before her snarled like a monster. Reah snarled back in response, baring her pearly fangs at the stranger. Her attack at the woman’s muzzle had been successful, but not without repercussions. Fuck! She thought to herself. Her left wrist was now caught between her jaws, and Reah growled with ferocity. She cursed herself for allowing this to happen again. There was nothing she could do, however, except feel a piercing hot pain blossom upon her wrist. Blood began to pour once again and Reah knew she needed to act quickly. The Lorien Queen attempted to jerk her head forward and then attempted to bite down at the left side of the woman’s neck. @Reah vs @Isla ♔ For Dominance (Theft of Medicinal Herbs) 2 / 3 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 16 + 4 + 5 + 14 + 18 + 6 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 17 + 1 + 7 + 13 + 11 + 5 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 8 + 18 + 1 + 5 + 4

art by vasilia | code by scorpixia♡︎

It seems the pink beauty had something that made her distracted at the start of the battle. Something worth yelling at another of her pride mates about. He didn’t know who Darcy was but didn’t care. All he wanted was to put her in her place and take the food for the plain’s victory feast. His face hurt but he was thrilled when his own claws made their mark into her shoulders. Letting out a raged snarl of pain as she managed to dig her claws into his ribcage and rake them downward he attempted to retaliate by trying to grab her left ear with his fangs. While he did that he attempted to push himself forward as he tried to force her over onto her back. Though he was already getting tired with his body being bruised from the ram at the start and now the bleeding of his face and ribs. "Bitch." He huffed coldly.

Hyacinth vs. @Raizel
Dominance (give me your food!)
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 12 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 9 + 4 + 3 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 10 + 6 + 18 + 2

Art by Kim | Code by Zodiac

Her own shoulders were flowing red with blood as it poured from her wounds due to his claws gouging into them. Her claws were successful in gripping into his ribcage and she felt bruises form around her own wounds. His teeth grabbed onto her ear as he pushed forward into her onto her back. She growled with both fury and pain. They were both the same size, thankfully, but it didn't make this fight any easier. As she was forced back, she ATTEMPTED to bite at his face, wherever she could grab from her position. She was just wanted him to hurt! His words were ignored because all she thought of was saving the food and then save her wife. Her claws ATTEMPTED to keep hold into his ribcage as he pushed her down to the ground, falling onto her back, she kicked up her back feet and ATTEMPTED to claw at his undersides to get him to let go.

Raizel vs @Hyacinth
Dominance (Stay away from our food)
3/3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 20 + 9 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 7 + 14 + 9 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 2 + 4 + 18 + 11 + 10

Far too much is going on for the brute to take in all at once. By the time he arrived, the land was already deep in chaos. Fights roared around him as he entered the scene. In the distance, a brute attempted to usher a cub to safety. His gut twisted and he turned his eyes from the pair. He didn't have to acknowledge he had seen them.

Instead, he finds a trio off to the side. One of his own (the scent is strong enough to tell apart) and one of the brook, the third was a female with a smell that he only knew from a distant memory- the mountain. His approach is fast as he can see that @Wolfgang had already challenged for what he wanted and he assumed by the call out that the brute would answer.

That left the lioness of the mountainside. He angled himself to come from behind. His hope was that the lioness was too distracted in her pleas that he would be unnoticed until he had managed to get closer. Was it wise to go for one of the summit? He supposed it could create further problems. But they were against the plains and he figured his king would see them as a fair game.

""I'll take you."" He would growl out at the last minute before he attempted to bring his right paw to her left thigh where he wanted to try and land his opened maw with teeth ready to find flesh along the meaty backside.

@Henrik vs. @Parvati
to steal
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 8 + 16 + 7 + 4 + 14 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 9 + 19 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 6 + 10 + 7 + 18

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I hear the war raging all around me; Somehow I feel like I was born for this

I can taste the fear but I choose courage

code by corvus

This battle was close to an end he could feel it. He could taste it. The delicious victory of someone else’s hard earned kill would be his to proudly give to their warriors. He just had to deal with one pesky little pink kitten first.

Her fangs sunk into his face and he snarled. Not his lovely face! Why was it always the face? Attempting to flex his toes he tried to keep a hood on her shoulders trying to dig his claws into her skin more. Her own claws kept hood in his ribs even as they fell over and it hurt like hell. Blood dripped down from her plum hide as he attempted to go lower himself trying to crush the air out of her. Yet her kicking found a spot that made him roar from pain as he felt her kick him in the balls. Oh that would surely have him bruised for a while.

Hyacinth vs. @Raizel
Dominance (give me your food!)
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 12 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 10 + 7 + 2 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 14 + 20 + 13

Art by Kim | Code by Zodiac

(Cause Tater sucks and is just now getting to this xD.. I'd appreciate a heads up on Discord if you are rolling to try and find her.

TULIE IS ACTIVELY TRYING TO HIDE!)

The lioness was slightly annoyed about the entire thing. She felt it was so premature to even launch the attack without learning about any new information. Hearing the call at the Plain's borders from Aeistrios, she begrudgingly followed. But not without veering off to cover herself with as much mud as she could to disguise her scent to become a ROGUE, she rubbed herself against the edges of the Brook's borders to pretend to just be another part of it. She shifted to blend into the background like she was just another part of the nature that made up the Brook. Her tiny form hid within the brush as she watched the chaos engulf the area. So many fights were already starting by the time she actually showed up. But Tulie would do everything in her power to not be involved beyond just being here, watching and learning. Hopefully, she would be successful in not being found.


MASTER: SLEUTH
+5 Practice hiding your scent (mud and Brook foliage) 1/2
+5 Gather useful information on a enemy lion or pride (learning about VB) 1/2
(potential)
+10 Remain undetected in a large thread (VB Raid) 1/2

coded by flea + background credit

There was chaos in the air as she was awoken in a jolt by the sound of a call to arms. Huddled in the den she looked at @Raizel as she reached out to return the kiss given. Being told to stay here she wanted to protect but she stayed. She was scared. Honestly and truly scared. Huddle in the den laying on the goat skin pelt bed her pink blossom had made for them she called out as she saw her wife leave. "Be careful my love." Sure she could have went to the battlefield but she chose to stay in the den and defend their stuff from being stolen by thieves trying to steal from their beds like low lives. Unaware that someone was trying to steal her from her own happiness.

( Darcy is opened for dom/minor maims. )

image by moogle/code by saph

Khal had not been in the Brook when the first calls came. Night had fallen and he had slipped into the Grove to do some scouting until the first drops of rain threatened to fall through pine needles. When @Aquila's voice reached his ears he lost all thought of the inconvenience of the falling rain and strong limbs tore through the familiar pathways until paws pounded back across the border.

Chaos reigned in full swing by the time he reached the battle lines and rage sparked in his silver-streaked eyes, Aquila, @Eisa, @Cassandra, @Isla ♔, @Analía... they were all fighting already. Morrigan had yet to arrive but he had no down that storm would descend on them all shortly. Khal hoped Talisa would not show, prayed that she would stay safe in the borders of the Summit, but he knew it was a fools hope at best.

Voluspa, at least, was not present just yet and none had called for her theft. Not yet. He could only pray that none knew she even existed here as the stench of the combined Plains and Firnen scents mingled with his beloved pines. Most of the Lorien lions were already occupied, but Khal's gaze fell upon the dark form of Rainhart and his target was chosen.

He would never be the warrior his mother was, but he was still her son. To bring anything less than brutal violence for the sake of the Brook would be a failure. Khal moved through the gathered bodies, the fray of battle and the smell of blood overtaking the mingled scents of the four prides. Jaws opened as he approached the Rainforest man, but it was not words he sought to share.

Instead, he would aim to lunge from his opponent's right side, attempting to sink his fangs into the right side of his enemy's jaw while left claws lift from the earth and aim to rake down the side of the man's right ribcage. He would have preferred a head-on collision, but with the mess of bodies it would be too much effort.

@Khal vs. @Rainhart
for Minor Maim (TBD)
i/iv
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 7 + 1 + 4 + 14 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 5 + 12 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 6 + 7 + 20 + 16 + 13

+1 luck from lead scout perk

coding by flea & image by yumpy

The thunder of her paws sounded like drums of war as the Illyrian Queen descended the Summit after her daughter, a fervent command for her children to stay put as she could never have asked Talisa to remain behind while her birthplace called for aid. Not when every soldier could make the difference between victory and defeat. Still, she prayed that her wife would remain in Illyrian territory all the same as her white gilded limbs carried her down to Vermedan lands.

@Aquila's call had been enough, but the way @Cassandra and @Eisa had added to the plea... Pure fury bubbled in her throat as she broke through the familiar line of pines and found a mess of bloodshed waiting for her. Three of her children and two of her grandchildren already fought, but it was not them who ultimately pulled her attention. @Parvati had managed the descent more quietly, and yet they still managed to target them, as they always seemed to.

"Why can't you fucking cowards just leave my gods damned healers alone?" she raged as she barreled between the fighting bodies toward the man who dared stake a claim, adrenaline and bloodlust already causing her heart to pound in her well-muscled chest. Parvati was no fighter and Morrigan could only pray that the feline would managed an escape once more, but just to ensure she did so, the Greyflood was more than happy to oblige the Lorien man in a fight.

"Pick on someone your own size, mother fucker." Morrigan would attempt to approach from behind her opponent as he reached his filthy jaws for Parvati's limb, seeking to give him the same treatment as her own jaws would attempt to close around the tendon of his right hind limb, seeking to grab and yank with all she could muster, attempting to pull him away from her Parvati, intending to give him a proper opponent.

@Morrigan & @Parvati vs. @Henrik
For Parvati
Round I / III
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 6 + 11 + 18 + 1 + 13 + 16 + 9 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 17 + 9 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 9 + 7 + 12 + 4 + 17

table by ferus, art by grav3wolf

Rainhart viewed the clashing bodies, drinking in the scent of spilt blood with a voracious intensity and rogueish satisfaction. He scans the writhin bodies, claws kneading at the dirt as he savoured it all.

The thud of paws on earth draws his focus, pale blue eyes snapping to settle on @Khal - a stranger - stepping up to battle him. A leer spreads across Rainhart's lips, gleeful to engage a challenger. He does so love this sort of dance.

He feels teeth snap toward his jaw, sinking into the fur and flesh of his scarred lower cheek and drawing bloody punctures. He keeps grinning even as claws rake along his ribcage, slashing over muscle. Blood welled there too.

Rainhart would attempt to pivot his hindquarters left to fully face his tawny attacker. He attempts to snap back with his own bite toward Khal's nose bridge as he simultaneously aims to lift his left paw, aiming a heavy, slashing strike of it to the right side of the man's neck.

The beast kept his eyes narrowed, ears flattened and spread his hind limbs to level his center of mass lower.

Rainhart vs. @Khal
for Minor Maim
1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 16 + 13 + 6 + 5 + 4 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 17 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 17 + 5 + 9 + 1

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