He shook and shook and shook. If he had time enough he would kill her. He'd gladly do it. But there were others still around. Others that should not be allowed to leave without a piece of their flesh being removed. Aquila gave @Renfri one good shake more with deeply pressed fangs and then tossed her to the ground where he stomped down with his bloody limb on the earth beside her. The shaking, the teeth and the toss resulting in nerve damage that would cripple and cause her right rear leg to go lame and paralyzed. ( Maim chosen - "Crippling a limb that leaves permanent damage", right rear via nerve damage in neck )

Illyrian scents begin to fill his nose, that deep and familiar warmth of Morrigan's scent at the helm of her army. With her came others, younger and some more seasoned. One ended up near to him and Renfri, calling to try and steal the Plains woman away. He'd been fortunate each time Aliza and he were around each other she seemed to be at least mostly on his side. If she wanted this lioness then so be it - he began to look elsewhere for his next target if trying to steal Renfri was already accounted for.

He first sees one of Caligula's older children, one of his sons locked in battle with the traitorous @Wolfgang. And at his side a small Plains lioness that Aquila does not recognize. It doesn't matter, far as he can tell she's a prime target to gather up and try to keep here for now. The immediate pickings were actually growing rather slim.

"You're staying." He declares of @Ania and immediately begins to manuvere his broken and tired body around to try and eventually prevent her from leaving the Brook when she disengaged from @Castus and @Raizel.

Aquila v ???
For theft of "Ania"
0 / 3
Fatigued, Wounded to be applied to first round

ART BY NICOLEXV , CODE BY LARS

It had not been long after their meeting at the raid was launched. Under the cover of rain they stalked forward with machinating intention, Ahyarë among the throng of them. Her heart hammered in her chest, but her gaze was focused forward, unwilling to give any indication that she was letting slip the control she had maintained for so long. Upon their arrival to the Vermedan borders they'd begun to splinter, entering the territory through different means—some with every intention of drawing attention to themselves, and some, like Ahyarë, using the forested and rocky terrain to remain hidden.

She was not the only one to good after the cache or herb stores, and as she trailed behind the scents of those that decided to sabotage them, the found of fighting broke out just before her. Shit, she seethed, hoping to have successfully operated under the noses of Vermedans. She were no spy, however, and Ahyarë would quickly turn tail away from the heart of the pride. She'd thought once or twice about raiding the nursery of its supplies, but thought against it (whether it was because it was well-guarded or because the Tollaire girl had some semblance of a heart, nobody would ever know). Instead, she made her way back to the borders, and began to ruin their markers. Marking over them with her own scent, or with dirt, she began to encircle as much of the territory as she could while keeping an ear out for the fighting bursting from within.

Ahyarë vs ???
for destroying the borders (dominance)
o of iii

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+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others) (1/2)

A war had been waged against the Brook, just as Morrigan had promised. Not that they had been able to predict any of it, but Velimor and the rest of Illyria knew battle was on the horizon, and knew it would come in a way unexpected to them unless they were the first to strike. He was one of the last to arrive, having lingered back only just enough to ensure another ambush wouldn't strike the Summit while they were gone; and by the time he got there, the raid had long erupted, and lions forged battle against one another all around him.

What he sees among the throng, however, is a gaggle of cubs assailing themselves on the Lorien King.

Fuck. He thought he'd counted them all before they'd left.

Wordlessly did the old soldier rush forward, weaving his way hastily through the crowd as he happened upon @Aeistrios and the cubs assaulting him, best they could manage. The fervent intent in his eyes spelled trouble, and Velimor was less intent on winning the fight and more intent on protecting the cubs. Thankfully, they were mostly poised on his left side, affording him the capability of attacking the man's right. His first attempt would be to distract him, to be a far larger and more aggressive target. Thus, Velimor lowered his head with his shoulders as he approached, attempting to slam the top of his skull into the right of his flank, attempting nearer toward his stomach.

Velimor, Capucine, Maven, & Mateo vs Aeistrios
for Isla
i of iii

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 6 + 15 + 13 + 1 + 14 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 12 + 14 + 8 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 10 + 12 + 2 + 16

In a blaze of fury, as well as some stars swinging overhead, Jafar was met with a last ditch effort of claws to the side of his muzzle. Enough! he shouted, clearing having bested the woman and wanting no more of her antics. @Hexa was through and he wasn't going to deal with her because @Heloise was his now but importantly, she was still Vermeda's. The Plains had no business having come in the first place and he couldn't imagine how he thought trying to grab multiple prisoners would work, either. What would one even do with as many as they were trying to take? Did they even have enough solid folks to keep eyes on them forever? It didn't seem plausible but then again, some of these Lorien lions didn't seem like they had too many braincells.

Heloise will not be yours or anybody's today. With a ricocheting grunt he rolled his eyes and moved away from his target. Only, he had temporarily forgotten about his toe through the adrenaline and stumbled the tiniest bit but thankfully with years of self-sustaining practice, he was able to make it not so obvious. Last thing he needed was to be seen as another target, not unless he wanted to be. Eyes quickly swept to @Velimor as his secret beau moved in to defend @Isla ♔ with what looked to be.... no.

A low, very real growl settled in his throat as he saw his young bronze boy fighting alongside two yearlings, too. His boy fighting that stupid man, Linnaea's boy for Maua's sake. You'd better win, Velimor.... give my boy a win. Not only that, of course, but it certainly paid him some beautiful favor that he protect @Mateo at all costs and that meant looking out for his precious son.

^{ART BY KAIRI, CODE BY CALA}

It was madness. Asbjørn stood at the precipice of hell. For surely Demons of some sort had spring up from the ground and were now trying to tear his family down into the flames.
The boy had never seen battle before. He couldn't quite make heads or tales of what was going on around him. He watched his mother, his sisters and his grandmother fight. His heart was beating so fast and so hard it felt as if it were up just behind his teeth.

Asbjørn wasn't sure what to do or where to start. He had not yet been trained for such an occasion. Silver eyes drift to the fighting closest to him. Two lions had barreled themselves against a small scarred up woman. She smelled of the Summit and thus was family. His dark ears fell tightly against his skull.
That poor injured old woman. How heartless of those other lions! What monsters!
If Illyria is the sword then Vermeda is the shield.
The boy decided then and there that he would protect that poor soul. Come hell, and he was certain now that it indeed had come, or high water he would protect her!

Asbjørn charged, mouth open as he roared a battle cry. The colossal cub aimed to smack himself into @Novalie's rear end, claws from both paws rising in an attempt to grab her on the rump and try to drag her down like a hunter would a zebra.

Asbjørn & @Alizabeth v @Keligan & @Novalie
for Renfri (Stop beating up the elderly)
1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 16 + 10 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 12 + 7 + 13 + 2

Art by Era, Code by Minxy

Battle!

It is what he has been craving since he joined Aeistrios only a short time ago. The chaos and the overpowering scent of bloodshed fills his nostrils and makes him feel alive. There is much going on, but even still, he overhears Aquila attempting to lay came on one of their own.

Ha!

The memory of attempting to steal from Illyria is still fresh in his mind, as well as the pain that had come from it, but that is not enough to stop him from intervening. We will see about that! He shouts to that old bag of bones as his charges forward, attempting to throw his full body weight into the older lion's side.

+20 (Double XP, Keligan) Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)

@Aquila vs. @Lachesis
for @Ania
Round I / III
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 3 + 9 + 1 + 4 + 19 + 13 + 7 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 9 + 6 + 2 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 16 + 4 + 18 + 10

She realized she was being draqgged back by the scruff, and her claws aimed to dig into the dirt, snarling as she curled up, her front claws would aim to swing up over her head, she was hoping to hit him in the face or the eyeballs. She whimpered as she felt the strain on her neck, her back ached, her neck screamed, and yet she kept trying to bat at him with her paws.

She hoped she cut him, she hoped he passed out from the blood, but she had to give him some respect for how hard, how much he kept pushing on. She looked over, to see Aeistrios stake his claim on the red lions under him, Ryker locked in battle with another red lioness.


@Levana vs. @Elysian
Minor Main
Round 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 12 + 11 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 15 + 7 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 17 + 7 + 4 + 11

She was told to stay hidden but her nerves got to her. She was worried about her darling blossom. About her pridemates. She couldn’t just hide away in the den while they fought. Therefore she left the den. She made her way carefully away from the northern cliffs where she and her wife made their humble dwelling and moved closer to the borderers. Which was where she spotted the plains girl disrespecting her home. "Hey stop that!" She said as she looked at her with pinned ears and narrowed eyes while running forward. Attempting to run up to the woman from an angle on her left side Darcy lifted her front paw and tried to smack the girl with her paw and claws across the nose. Spreading her legs to try to help herself keep her balance she looked at her with a scrunched up face.

Darcy vs. @Ahyarë
For Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 16 + 8 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 20 + 18 + 1 + 17 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 14 + 8 + 7 + 19 + 20 + 5

( +1 luck for lead scout being there. )

image by moogle/code by saph

She had been there when the rally begun.

The bodies of their pride had gathered at the borders, night hanging overhead and Seifrienriosa should have been asleep. The commotion made her curious, of course, as any young cub - and she stuck close to her Mother as things were explained.

A raid on their enemies - Vermeda Brook.

Renfri had instructed her and her sisters to remain in the pride lands, to not even leave their dens. She had always respected her Mother's word, but this... this sounded serious. Serious enough her curiosity and concern beat at her like a drum. She waited, and she hadn't followed - not until seconds ticked away and her anxiety finally pushed her paws under her.

It didn't take long for her to regret her choice.

Utter destruction was upon the lands of the Brook - their borders violated, soil upturned and stained with blood that Seifrienosa wish she didn't see. She lingered, the rain pelting against her back softly as she considered fleeing back home while she still could. However, her gaze caught sight of her Mother's figure; and it was in a situation she hadn't ever expected.

Her eyes widen instantly, the scene gruesome as she witnesses the Brook male thrashing her about, until he tossed her to the ground as if she was nothing but a stick in his way. Jaws widen, and fear pours through her veins - she's dead! Or at least that was what it looked like from where the young Saxe stood.

She moves forward swiftly then, panic blinding her as she tries to hurry to her mother's side. Something stops her, though, a surprise force that she hadn't seen nor expected, and she finds herself tumbling to the ground instead with a cry from her lips.

@Weimar ((i set it up for them to bump into each other like discussed, but lmk if you want me to edit anything!))

I'LL BEHAVE...SIKE,
I DONE LOST MY MIND TODAY

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(Rugær is officially LP with his request posted here!)
Success. Well, partly. Jaws grabbed hold of the other male's pesky paw, but its owner seemed to be mostly unfazed beyond minor discomfort and inconvenience. No, this would not do. Rugær knew he needed to act quickly from here; there was a chance he had the upper hand, or paw, by holding his limb hostage, but his window for action was short.

His tongue tickled with the taste of mixed bloods, fueling his frenzy even as claws came out to rake at his jowls. The goring of such sensitive skin was enough for him to want to pull back, but not without first attempting to jerk his head to his left, hoping to throw off his opponent's balance and drag his teeth over the tender flesh of his paw as he released it.

Rugær vs. @Seraphiel
for Minor Maim
Round 3/4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 8 + 15 + 18 + 2 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 13 + 7 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 9 + 16 + 7 + 3

"SPEECH"

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I'M IN MY WAY NOW,
GONNA KILL THEM ALL I PRAY

code by scorpixia♡︎