The burn of skin duct by teeth is easily the most pain she has ever been in. When she thought of Mamma and how she had defended the Brook for so long, she wondered how it was Mamma managed such pain. And then he shook her like she was some toy and her shrieking grew shrill and louder. She didn’t even notice her claws had cut anything, because she was then thrown.

Tumbling, the girl lands roughly, the air being knocked out of her. She laid on the ground for a moment until she caught her breath and then she shouted back her retort. I am not scared! This is my home! Get out!

And then, she attempts to charge for him again, though this time she jumps, aiming to land on his injured leg and attempt to bite down into it.

@Freyja vs @Aeistrios
For Minor Maim
Round III / IV

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 12 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 18 + 3 + 15

He waited and he waited and he waited.

Yet, the Vermeda King did not show…nor did most of his pride.

How insulting.

He had expected a grand battle. He expected he would earn his throne with blood, and yet, his audience was meager and he stood alone on his stage. Clearly, their king had abandoned them. How funny. Before he could raise his voice to lay his claim officially, he caught sight of his brother, who spoke to him as though he were a fool who knew nothing of what he was doing.

Adelfós, he said to @Cerberus, Kerdízo ta pánta. Tha dóso dóxa sto ónomá mas. And then, because the notion that Hades had willed him to do this offended him so, he added: I thélisí mou eínai dikí mou.

But he had a crowd (if one could call it that) to address. Your king has abandoned you, he begins, and in his place, I lay claim to the Brook. It is now mine. He crosses the border now to make a point. However, I am not so cruel as to banish you all from your home. Those who wish to stay are welcome to keep their previous positions in the pride and I will hold no ill will against you. We are no longer enemies. Those who do not wish to stay, however, are to be gone by nightfall or find themselves forcibly expelled. He looked to his brother as he said this before continuing on.

I am Lachesis Peitho and I seek to share these lands with those who are willing to take the reins of fate and seek ambition over passivity.

That, he thought, would handle the few that showed.

There was, however, the matter of @Amara, whom he addressed from a distance. You, he began. I do not know you, woman who interfered in an act of war, but I do not want to quarrel with you. And to reiterate his point, The cub that shared your scent I left alone that day for a reason. The Plains, to my knowledge, had no animosity towards your pride. Do with that information what you will. He said, unaware that she was the High Sovereign.

1) Brother
2) I win everything. I will give glory to our name.
3) My will is mine

Despite how strong she wanted to be, the girl knew that time was ticking and with each second that passed the weight of her wounds as well as the events going on around her were thickening. @Eisa had been a large priority in her life for a long time now and to see now that she had no choice in being her strong self for her family, it was even more debilitating. I will try. She whispers quietly to her sister only before turning to look at Freyja as she stupidly attempted to go for the Plains leader. Ana couldn't exactly go in there and scoop her up and say peace out mother ducker (but boy did she want to) so instead her gaze swept to the Brook's newest leader.

@Lachesis Peitho, as it were, was thought to be a monster for coming for their home and yet.... he was, in a way, releasing those who wished to go. I am leaving, and I am taking my baby siblings with me. Her first thought was to venture into the snow-capped mountains of the Summit but the path was gray in her mind. Nothing was certain, this she was coming to know quite well. Those siblings included the battling @Freyja as well as @Thorin and @Asbjørn. She was going to take them away from this place and make sure that they were safe.

There was a quiet pause as she looked to the new leader, two words circling in her mind as she looked at him. There had been fear as he had waited to challenge Aquila but there was a graciousness that she hadn't thought she would find in him. Whatever opportunity she was being given, Analia was going to do her best to take it.

+5 - Learn a character’s full name and rank (Lachesis Peitho/HS of VB)

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He had been there. In the brush. Watching. Seething. Never in his life had he ever resented his parents but right now he couldn't help it. Where were they? Why did they abandon everyone? Why did they leave their children behind? A strange unfamiliar heaviness clouded up within his heart.
Silver eyes narrow on the giant purple bastard with the small balls. Attacking a little girl. What kind of weak piece of shit does that? Asbjørn would be sure to commit that walking eggplant to memory. One day Asbjørn would be big. He'd be a formidable force. He was of the sea. And if there was one solid truth about the sea, is was how undeniably unforgiving she was. The dark cub would remember this day. Remember all the faces here that dared to sit and watch his home be ripped from him and his siblings. Who watched a man abuse children and do nothing.

Asbjørn huffed before he turned. There was nothing he could do for his sister. Not yet. Not as he currently was. But in time. For now he would have to leave her to their older sisters.
He turned and slipped off toward the distant mountains.

Exit

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Cirilla had been watching from afar. Her life had been in turmoil since her challenge for a crown. The woman's self-confidence had been knocked, her ability to function demoralized, and her drive dissipated into thin air. A former shell of herself, the Sigrún had been taking time to find herself again.

The weight of her daughter's disappearance, combined with her best friends being confined to Andal as prisoners, had taken its toll. Fuelled the anger in her stomach and caused Cirilla to sit on a double-edged sword. Cassandra had stepped down from High Sovereign, that much she knew, but the man who held the mantle in her place was simply a shadow.

The challenge rang out for the Brook, but strangely, Cirilla felt no conflicting feelings. Why would she? The lioness had no emotional ties to Aquila, but she had learn to be wary of strangers. Watching from the shadows, it was soon to come to light that @Lachesis was not to fight today, but to take his crown with ease.

Hm. A plan, a cruel, wicked, and selfish plan stirs in the scarred woman's mind. Pushing herself out from the shadows, without ill-intent or malice, Cirilla greets the new King and stands directly in front of him. Her scarred features look him directly in the eyes. I will stay in my home, and I will find you later.

No introduction, no formalities, simply an imperative. And with that, the woman turns her back on him and departs, eager to seek him out for a private conversation.

Enter and exit Cirilla

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Amara waited, when would someone come? There was a ting in her that almost made her jump up, to fight to defend the lands even if they were not hers. It was her nature to defend what she could but she did nothing. Her claws digging into the soft dirt under her paws as she looked toward a cub who launched itself at @Aeistrios. A low grumble started in her chest as she saw the male react. A quick bite to the neck and a toss to the side, should be all that he gave to the cub. Her golden gaze locked hard on the High Sovereign of the Plains as he seemed to try to get the cub to fight more. Her face rolled with annoyance but her attention was stolen as the challenging male started speaking.

No one came to defend the Brook. That had become clear. What had happened here? It did not feel like the force she was used to seeing from the Brook pride. She gave a small huff as the male's attention moved to her. Amara lifted herself to her full height, her gaze level and steady on the male as he spoke to her. I am Amara Dieudonné. I am the High Sovereign of Wolfbron Bluffs. The longest standing pride, now that you have taken this one. There was no hint of favoring toward the male at his win. She was the longest standing leader without a doubt but the Brook had remained, for the most part, within the same family for longer than she had been here. Cubs are off limits. She gave a quick glance toward @Aeistrios. And I had no way of knowing that you wouldn't go for her once you had the other one. Amara would still have stood up for the cubs from the Summit. Allowing it to go seen but unstopped would feel far to personal for Amara and would break what she had agreed to, at least in her own eyes. You do not know enough about the lay of the land here if you do not know who I am. Bold of him to be making act of wars. You wish to not be cruel and neither do I, but I can and will be when required.

She glanced toward the the few members of the Brook. @Helah and I will take anyone who wishes to leave to go to the Summit. We will be waiting by the borders. She tilted her head for @Helah to head that way while she waited to see the outcome of the fight with the cub. This wouldn't make the members of the brook allies by any means but Amara was willing to do this as she hoped someone would do for her own pride if she was unable to fight for any reason. A new ruler may not understand but when you have held a pride for as long as she had, there was an unspoken kinship to those who were able to weather the struggles with you, even enemies. This is an act of mercy. Those living here have been here long before I arrived. She made it clear that she wasn't tossing aside the potential of an alliance with the new leader but she wasn't going to allow them to be left to make the hike to the Summit unprotected. If needed, she would calm them all to get them there safe and sound. She knew, even if no one else did, that this was not her first time helping the Brook pride members. She brought back one of their dead and avoided them in many wars. There was a respect for the pride that ran deep in her, even if she was the only one to know about it.

She looks from the High Sovereign fighting a cub to the newest High Sovereign to join the ranks. He is now harming one of your members. Would he do nothing about this? She couldn't understand the words spoken before but it was clear they were connected in some way. Would that connection allow for bloodshed of a pride member? a cub? If you wish to talk about what your plans for this pride are. Find your way to my borders. She would not grace theirs and while she wasn't happy with either of them, she was willing to listen to see what they had planned for their time as leaders. She would remain only a little longer before leaving unless something else happened.

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The dark woman would watch as the leader of the brook failed to show - unknowing of the raid that had weakened the pride just prior. Perhaps had she known such a thing, Kireena wouldn't have thought so poorly of the previous leadership.. but as she was unaware - she found herself internally shaking her head. Who wouldn't come defend their home?

The new king spoke - and her dualtoned optics focused on him, listening. She would stick around - see how he chose to rule..if he spoke laws or any of the like. Why? Because it would be good information to know - to keep close to her breast or to share with her leaders.

Silence ruled as the red giant waited, pleased that the new leader was allowing the old lions to step away and leave should they wish - yet still she watched as he was alerted to the fact that a lion was attacking what was now one of his own. Would he stop the bloodshed of a child? She wished to know more about this new leader - and settled in to do just that. Watch.. Learn.

Off somewhere from the main gathering, she could swear she saw one of her aforementioned baby siblings leaving. Analia could only hope that they were headed to the next safest place that they knew of, the Summit. With a hard swallow her gaze then turned to @Amara, gaze strong and held upon the woman that she now knew to be the High Sovereign of the Bluffs. That is very kind of you, she offered to the dark woman as she cast her gaze back to the plum disaster of a man and her vicious baby sibling. I won't be able to meet you until she, she gives a stressed out roll of her eyes in her sister's direction, is done. Or, until someone tells the stupid adult to back the fuck away from a child that has only seen hate come from the Plains. A little girl that had only seen this man do wrong and by definition, defending her home and her family's legacy. As for her littermate, Analia hoped that she could find some way to get her to the Summit. Perhaps she could bend the ear of someone willing to make arrangements but for now, she just hoped that @Eisa would continue to believe that her sister was trying even if it looked like she was leaving her behind. Before returning her gaze once more to her baby sister trying to fight a man three or four times her age, fighting as any experienced child might to secure some sort of responsibility from him for the things that he had forced into play. A family burdened by pain enough for a child to attack a full grown adult.

+5 - Observe a challenge and learn the results (Aeistro vs. Freyja)
+5 - learn a character’s full name and rank (amara dieudonne/hs of wb)

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He watches as she lands roughly, and Aeistrios hobbles closer to her - not letting too much distance inbetween them. She shouts back at him, her bravery renewed, and Aeistrios smirks. He was a bloody, mangled and maimed mess - but he wouldn't turn down the chance to harm his enemy. Harm a child of Cassandra - a sister to Eisa? Even better.

She charges and jumps, landing upon his injured leg and chomping down. Thankfully his maim had caused his leg to be numb, he did not feel the pain but saw the ugly mess she was making of blood and torn skin. Flattening his ears, Aeistrios attempts to splay his jaws and bite down on the back of her back - this time hoping to damage the areas around her spine. Over his fight, he can hear Lachesis - hear what is going on, and wishes more than ever to be done with this cub. He wanted to bathe in the glory of Vermeda falling - not swatting away a little fly.

Aeistrios vs @Freyja for minor maim
3/4

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 3 + 17 + 15 + 10 + 7 + 20 + 13 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 7 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 20 + 12 + 17 + 2

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She wasn't thinking, only biting. Why he seemed to have no true reaction to what she was doing confused her, and so she tried to bite harder, as if she might strike the right nerve and cause him even a modicum of the pain he had caused her family.

And then, in the midst of her failing attack, she felt the pressure of his teeth on her spine and she screamed. Her body writhed from the pain as she attempted to wriggle and get him to drop her as whole, her legs kicking and forelegs swinging wildly in an attempt to scratch something of his.

You're a monster!

@Freyja vs @Aeistrios
For Minor Maim
Round IV / IV

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 14 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 19 + 15 + 6 + 10