she watches as cassandra seems to steel herself and then ram into renfri, almost throwing the other woman to the ground. magdalena keeps in a shocked gasp as the woman stumbles and then lunges forward, as if she was entirely unfazed by the hit. surely with an impact that hard, the least that the vermeda ruler would walk away with would be a bruise since it seemed the bones underlying the area hadn't been broken, considering renfri could still put weight on it. magdalena's ears remain perked and pressed forward, seeking out any stray nuggets of information spoken that would shed some more light on the situation that seemed to be brewing.

magdalena is hidden and observing

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Much had changed; that was clear. Hrefna stalked through the blackness with as much speed as she could manage given her limited sight, weaving between trees in an effort to throw off anyone from following her. The raging weather did little to deter the Sigrún in her mission, short furs almost specializing in forcing the water to bead off of her in neat droplets. She was grateful for the cover. She was grateful for the chance to observe.

Hrefna slipped past those pride borders and attempted to take up a vantage point from a more hilly area of the territory, trying to blend into the night itself to observe. She could just make out faces in the commotion if not details: Cassandra locked in battle, cubs wrestling in a mob. At the very least, she thought she was safe in the determination that her family-in-law was no longer on the best terms with the brook pride.

How many souls have already been damned?

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|| november y10 | five years | vague pride | at vermeda brook | HIDING ||
+20 - Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught (Sept double XP)
+20 - Learn something about pride/group/family relations (Sept double XP)
+20 - Remain undetected in a large thread (Sept double XP)

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Her claws dug into Renfri's right front leg and she growled in pleasure - knowing she had hurt her. All the more satisfying knowing that it was the only limb on the smaller lioness's side. Her slam into the abyss lioness's shoulder was nearly enough to knock her off, and she noticed her stumble to the side. Duotoned eyes caught sight of Renfri lunging towards her to grasp at her hind leg. Sliding herself to the side, Renfri's teeth did not grasp, but did leave quite the gouges right before the bend of her right hind leg. A guttural growl escaped her, and Cassandra would aim to launch her assault tenfold.

With Renfri alongside her, Cassandra would aim to open her jaws and lunge towards the side of her neck. She was attempting to grab the side of Renfri's neck, with any grip that was possible - even the slightest one she could manage in her attempt. Simultaneously, she would attempt to lift her left front paw and attempt to slam her claws into Renfri's shoulder that was closest to her. Her hope was to hit the smaller lioness with enough force that she would knock her over - or off balance at the very least.


Cassandra vs. @Renfri
For Vermeda Brook
Round 4 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 15 + 9 + 3 + 14 + 1 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 18 + 11 + 6 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 14 + 8 + 12 + 19 + 10

text. "speech."

Art & Code by Zodiac

She had not planned to go when she first heard the call for a challenge. Her paws were full enough as it was, but her curiosity gnawed at her for a long stretch of time, until she found herself moving closer. The rain washed over her pelt, but she stopped to slick some mud over her legs and across her chest as she moved closer. If anyone from the last challenge recognized her scent and connected her to Anthonius in some way, she didn’t want to worry about having to deal with any trouble. She crept through the trees along the border, keeping low and hidden until she could see the fight taking place. It was a surprise to her that past the trees, the center of the territory seemed to be open grasslands. The little one had large gashes on her face, the most apparent wound she could see so far from her hiding place. Allure is hiding +10 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds +10 Learn something unique about another pride’s territory +10 Practice covering your scent

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Her teeth only caught the skin long enough to tear the flesh on the limb. At least she left her mark, but it was not enough. She wanted that limb mulated, just like hers had been. She pushed forward as Cassandra moved back, so the teeth that came for her neck instead caught her shoulder, and the paw aimed for her shoulder slammed into her side. She again felt the air rush from her lungs from the force of the impact, but it was not enough to knock her over. Not yet, at least, but a few more solid strikes and she might falter. Instead, she set her sights on the same limb she had just slashed open, attempting to go in for a second bite and hoping for a better latch this time. @Renfri vs. @Cassandra for Vermeda Brook Round 5 / 5 Hits: Rolling 4d20: 7 + 11 + 6 + 16 Dodges: Rolling 9d20: 7 + 10 + 4 + 5 + 18 + 13 + 6 + 1 + 17 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 9 + 11 + 6 + 1

Art by Era - Code by Sava

Pride blossomed in his chest, taking a moment to gaze at all of his children united in such a way. This is what he had wanted - a new generation of Saxe, a legacy to continue on. He knew his children would do this well. @Aerith caught his attention, his first favored plum daughter - and his gaze softens on her a moment before his protective instincts kicked at him. It was a good thing, too, because @Kvare took it upon himself to get a bit too greedy. "And your life will be wasted over a cub that is not yours." Aeistrios counters back, and while the cub @Zephyr wasn't his own, he knew Renfri would protect the child like they were. He was supposed to be acting like her, to some degree at least. His attention got pulled away from that situation - hardly seeing @Khadija fly into the rescue - before @Orei and @Refeiron charged forward at @Etain. "My children hold their own and learn from where they fail." And judging by the way Etain shortly plopped down in defeat and took the attack, muttering defensive words, showed the girl hadn't progressed at all since the time she trespassed on his lands. No strength, only weakness. A glance over Kireena suggested he understood why she was so weak still. @Siofera 's words make him grin, but unfortunately it seemed because they were Saxe, people enjoyed harming them more than not. "Saxe thrive on the chaos we bring with our prescence. Remember, they fear us." He speaks to her, having lowered his head to talk to his cubs and offer a small piece of advise and encouragement. Especially since things seemed to be going... a bit downhill. Not that the Saxe couldn't handle that. @Setri defended them as well, and he was curious what Kireena would make of the words. Of how gracious they had been despite her child having been a clear threat. @Elio however was proving to be taking up well on the role of leader, at least a beckon to the younger siblings of who to listen to, who to follow when the adults were busy. He was thankful for this, and while he was surprised it was by a son not of Saxe blood - it proved his loyalty made him blood. "Elio is right, they will harm us. They fear the power we have, fear what we can take from them." He nods around then, to the expanse of the damp Brook. They had raided, weakened, and stole their pride in less than a season. They were so hated because of what they could do, and what they were not scared to do. So many others held back... but not them. "But we will always harm them back. And we don't play to get even." He finalizes to his children, hoping his words sparked some sort of fire in their gut, some belief that they were above the average in amaryllis. His children came from blood, from wars, raids and mayhem... he encouraged them to cause it all the same. And, as always, he would support them just as well. His duty as guard is short lived, thanks to @Eisa . Hardly hearing her, it was mere luck (and thanks to the fact he was actively looking around for threats to his kids) that he noticed her bolting from the underbrush before barreling into him. Her arrival is grand to Aeistrios, and while he was disappointed there were no words shared between them, the wide smirk on his lips suggested this had been something he had been looking forward to. "Little Kitty!" He rejoices aloud, tail aiming to swipe through the air behind him and signal any of his kids standing close to move back to a safe distance. Aiming to buy them more time to get away from the impending fight, Aeistrios aims to sprint forward towards her as well. The truce was called off, and she was free and fair game. He looked forward to doing even worse to her after he killed @Morrigan . The collide of her body into his isn't a nice feeling, and the force of it brings his feet to move back some in the wet soil. A grunt from the bruising on his chest of where she hit, all while her jaws bit into the front of his leg. At this angle, Aeistrios splayed his jaws and aimed to dive them down for her forehead, hoping to enclose them around her skull and bite. Surely her head wasn't too big, right?! Aeistrios vs @Eisa for minor maim 1/4 Hits: Rolling 9d20: 14 + 1 + 18 + 20 + 8 + 11 + 10 + 16 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 4 + 14 + 13 + 2 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 10 + 20 + 8 + 1

art by era

(double exp event)
+20 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
+20 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
+10 Practice speed or stealth

Well, that was a lot of stuff happening all at once. Looked like Aeistrios had a fuck ton of kids, based on appearances and the way they all flocked to him. Personally, Ryker thought his four were more than a pawful - no more for him, thanks, at least until the current ones were old enough to be fully independent. So...a few months. Maybe.

It was difficult to gather bits of conversation over the sounds of the storm, so he was mostly reduced to reading lips. Something about a truce. And war. And the cubs were attacking Etain, which was kind of funny, because it was always funny to watch small kids swarm someone larger. As long as they weren't his own small kids in immediate, serious, danger.

As the rain soaked the ground, he'd use a thin coating of the mud being formed to cover the white areas of his face, chest, rain-slicked mane, and paws to help him further blend with the shadows. Movements only happened during rumbles of thunder, so nature would cover any small sounds he might have made by accident.

Aeistrios found himself in his own fight, but the main event seemed to be nearing a very quick end. Which was great, because as curious as he was, Ryker had an herb stash to collect and he'd like to dry himself out.

-hidden-

No shackles on the demon in me

I'd rather be dead than average

code by corvus

Isla knew this day was coming. It had been brewing for quite some time now, and once Cassandra was given the go ahead to challenge for their native homeland despite what the consequences would be, she knew it would be a matter of time before she heard the news. The wildcat moved down the mountain, but not before concocting a mixture of poison to carry along with her. It was bundled carefully by three leaves, ensuring that she would not get any in her mouth and potentially have it backfire on her. The woman moved with a purpose, strides long and confident. She held her head up high while she pushed right past the Brook's borders; for all she cared, this was forever theirs. @Yavanna is not far behind her, and Isla gives her sister a glance over her shoulder before she drops her bundle. The leaves spread open and the Heiress unsheathes her claws on one forepaw. Dipping and coating her claws in the thick paste, Isla repeats this process to her other paw. She then begins to fan each one, waiting for the paste to dry before she continued onward.

The sounds of battle is like music to her ears, dual colored eyes spotting her sister fighting the false ruler of Vermeda. She felt a surge of pride swell within her chest as she watched her older sister, fighting viciously for what she believed in. Isla's attention is then stolen away whenever @Eisa engages with @Aeistrios, causing for a low and feral sounding growl to rumble in her throat. "You see anyone who allies themselves with these fools, go for their necks." The words are spoken to Yavanna just as she began to note those that were present from Illyria. Letting out another growl, the wildcat waits - ready to go to war.

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The proverbial war table of the Greyflood family (the older generation at the least) had spoken in length about the situation currently unfolding. They heard their kin's call to arms, the claim of land that was blessed by Maua and seen as territory only for those whose blood sang songs of the Valour or Greyflood. Archaic but what was done could not be undone. Blood sunk into the earth of Vermeda Brook —births, deaths, revivals — so deeply engraved with Cassanda's direct bloodline that Yavanna was surprised the ground did not shake when it was taken from her. That the gods were not angered and catastrophe had not struck. Were the gods giving up on them? It made one wonder. Like hulking pillars of an external backbone, the two colossus sisters emerge into the fray with keen eyes and hungry mouths. Isla gives out the direction and Yavanna can only give one of her trademark snorts, humor-tinged as if to say no shit, as her heavy-footed albino form twists and b u r n s in the excitement that only war can bring to the otherwise stoic child of winter. Their uncle @Kvare goes for blood with an unknown female and there are other bloodletting scenarios that make Yavanna slightly put upon that she cannot arrive on time to anything like a curse of fate. Laziness is a curse, truly. He's having all the fun. The woman grumbles idly jerking her head towards their uncle, loud enough for Isla to hear.

As her eyes go to their slightly scattered family members, she keeps her eyes on @Lavender and @Radahn especially. Yavanna might be distant, she may keep to herself, but she was unmovingly territorial over things she considered hers and those with the blood of her blood were undeniably the mountain woman's. Er spricht viel davon, von uns zu nehmen. Sollen wir von ihm nehmen? Yavanna casually asks her sister. She knows @Isla ♔ prefers German even if she doesn't use it as much herself and it curves her tongue in an unfamiliar way at first. The woman had not missed the man throwing around threats at their mother, obsessively, and the mountain in her hunger to feed the cliffs of the mountains that they call home. Yavanna never cared for truces anyway so this was no loss she cared to dwell on.

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YAVANNA SAID  he speaks much of taking from us. shall we take from him?

+10 Discuss a battle strategy // +10 Observe a fight //

Art by raphelion, table by cala

siofera saxe

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+5 (10) Observe a fight (Refieron and Orei vs. Etain)
+5 (10) Observe a fight (Cassandra vs. Renfri)

+5 (10) Gather information about a character

Siofera was about to turn her attention back to her mother's fight when she heard her sister torch off at the girl next to the massive red woman, and looked back with some interest. Well, didn't that just change things? Seemed like she'd taken advantage of some rare Saxe kindness. Just went to show why you shouldn't show mercy to anyone, she guessed.

Amused, she watched as her younger brothers dogpiled onto her, only for her amusement to quickly turn to derision as the woman yielded and refused to even defend herself. Pathetic, she thought. She might have said as much had someone not come barrelling out of the underbrush headed right for her father.

A snarl of irritation left her as she backpedaled away from the fray, ready to pull her younger siblings back as well if necessary. Was this just an attack on the whole family? She eagerly looked around for her own opponent, more than ready to get in on this if that was what was going on.

Bring it, bitches.

Then we'll hurt them back, she said snippily in return to @Elio. She would've joined Seifri in her attack on the girl who smelled of their pride but mouthed off regardless, but it seemed like her sister had things in paw, and she didn't want to get in the way. Besides, she wanted a fight of her own more than anything else.

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