THREW MY BOTTLE AT THE SKY SAID, GOD THAT'S A WARNING

You did, while I was in the middle of prayer... I would not suggest doing that again. Kraven cannot help the chuckle that reverberates through him, "I am sure the Mother will forgive me for interrupting your prayers. But you on the other hand, can hold a grudge." He muses before turning his golden gaze onto the fights before them. Primarily the one with the brown woman and the tripod. See that brown girl who fights with the blue woman? Her family has owned this land for years. Before I met your cousin and joined your family, I was born here and lived under their family... I was here when she was born, just a little cub. Today, we root for their family to take back the land. Kraven knew a time and a place when it came to making jokes and hearing @Aelynthi speak about these particular issues made him know that it wasn't meant to be joked at. So they were rooting for the brown woman, he could do that. As the fight began to wind down he kneeded the wet ground underfoot with excitement. "She's winning." He says with softer vocals, not even attempting to fight the grin that takes hold of his ruggishly handsome features. He turns to lock eyes with @Aelynthi, "She's won. Your friend has her home back." He confirms then once it becomes very apparent that @Cassandra has indeed won. "Come, let's head back before we are found by someone else." He says to her with a soft nudge against her shoulder. The large brute would wait for her to move first, intending to be her shield as they head back home together.

exit with Aelynthi.

[sleuth exp/doubled]
+10 - Infiltrate a group thread without getting caught (2/2)
+20 - Learn something about pride/group/family relations (2/2)
+20 - Spy on another pride (2/2)

code by flea, art by moogle

siofera saxe

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Tempting as it was to stick around in defiance of the woman's orders, Siofera knew that when the family left it was time to go, and the family was definitely leaving. She did kind of want to stick around and watch the end of her father's fight, but with mother and brother leaving and taking the rest of her siblings in tow, that didn't seem like a great idea. So she too turned to follow, heading out of the place that she had only recently been able to call home. No doubt they would find a new place to live soon enough. She just didn't know then just how soon that would be.

-exit siofera-

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Heloise's heart swelled with hope as Cassandra fought, and she was delighted to see the woman victorious. Now she had a place to return to, somewhere to call home once again. It truly did inspire her to consider taking the Mire back, but at this point she had to wonder if she was getting too old for such things. Perhaps so. Maybe it was better to serve here in the Brook. Still, she would consider it.

For now, though, she tipped her head back and loosed a roar of triumph, to let all those within hearing distance know of Cassandra's victory.

I be comin' to join ye, she said to @Cassandra as she stepped forward. This was her home now, as much as the mire had ever been, and she would continue to live here.

She watched on with ears flicked back against her skull, attention shifting from the cubs in the audience to the fight itself. It seemed that physical size might be enough to decide the victor, that blue woman likely proving smaller than even young Lavender. Her lips were pursed thoughtfully when Radahn's familiar scent graced her, though soiled with petrichor and brook mud. She let out a little scoff at his words, straining though able to find the meaning. He had always been more practiced in them than her.

"Non posuit pretium," We did not set the price, she insisted with furrowed brows. Perhaps they forgot that she was mother to many. Perhaps they did not care. They were private thoughts for littermates alone, tucked on the outskirts of the scene with judgmental stares and bitter hearts panging with the injustice that was to follow suit. That was when the scene turned.

Lavender practically choked as a massive, pink blur barreled straight for the brother at her side. Instinct demanded she lurch away, her expression stretched in horror as she watched the much larger, older lioness begin to pummel the boy practically without warning.

"How's it feel when I do it?" How did he know this woman?

Lavender was already to her paws, chest heaving with adrenaline as she looked around the scene in search of rescue. Instead, she found joviality. With adrenaline racing through her veins, she could not make herself care that the brook must have been won – could not sympathize with any of the merriment as she witnessed their family clapping each other on the backs and daring to walk away.

"Hello?!" She cried out, her voice giving an unfortunately timed crack as it threatened to break with the weight of her bewilderment. She stood with her limbs spread as if to lunge at some invisible target, her rain-slicked tail lashing behind her from where she seethed.

Invisible.

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@Radahn @Toblerone @Yavanna @family
+20 - Witness an event worthy of making history (Greyflood/Saxe truce breaking, Sept double XP)
+10 - Attend a challenge (Sept double XP)

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The challenge reached its crescendo, and when everything finally settled, it was Cassandra who stood victorious over her enemy. She announced her win, and declared the Brook to be under Valour control once more. Léonie supposed that was good for Morrigan and her kin. It was nice to see that oversized prune lose, too. She’d take pleasure in his misfortune, no matter who served it.

However, as the Brook’s sovereign rather unexpectedly focused her attention on @Thrain, Léonie’s soaked skin prickled. The haze of the rain coupled with the heavy darkness masked the way her jaw clenched with Cassandra’s approach, wondering why in the everloving fuck she was heading their way. Her hazel eyes narrowed, leaving her looking somewhere between annoyed and disinterested before surprise rippled through her expression. Cassandra, Thrain’s supposed pal, extended an undeniably generous invitation: to rule the Brook beside her.

A more forgiving, less petty wife might’ve immediately supported her husband — unfortunately, Léonie was no such mate. Rising to her paws, the dark imp loudly, obnoxiously cleared her throat. “The spy would like a word with her husband,” she politely interrupted, her smile feigned, thin. “Querido,” the Miroslav hummed, cocking her head to signal Thrain to come along for what would likely be a short conversation.

Exit

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Cassandra reigns victorious. Dio gasps aloud and lets out the built up air and releases the tension she's been holding in. Home. Home! Warmth spread into her toes, rushing from the center of her heart outwards. She revels in the feeling for just a second, letting the fact of the matter settle in and then... her eyes wander over the other fights and squabbles still going on. The unknown Caladan King in particular catches her attention, his antics broadcast and a prize already in hand seeking another still.

What... What was he doing? This wasn't his home. Those weren't his. Dio felt her heart ache at the crime. That was uncalled for. They had their home back, a family need not be split as such and a cub that appeared to be blind? Well Dio couldn't help but think of her cousin, her cousin who lived here and had children. She frowned angrily and wordless to Kireena, Dio began to walk back into the trees and forest to take an exit. Intending to follow a wide berth, but adjacent trail, to the rest of the children on their way out.

Half to ensure they did actually leave, half to ensure that they were allowed too... A noticable and wary glance wandering away from the party she intended to keep tabs on and settled on the Cove King for just a second. A vulture.

/ exit

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As the battle unfurled, Thrain's mismatched gaze of amethyst were only briefly drawn from the bloodshed to greet his wife, craning his head into her with a somewhat tense rumble. "Cassandra?" came a a low questioning to @Léonie's expression of dislike, a brow raised and curious expression befalling his masked facade. It wasn't a great place to ask for details.

Sure enough, the Valour-Greyflood Sigrun retakes her rightful place; the tiny opposer unable to match her seasoned expertise. At the turn of the victory Thrain would stalk forward, a stern gaze cast to those who had previously defended the borders - the lands were no longer under their command, and he was willing to shed some light on those who dared to question.

Though, bleeding and wounded he is approached by the reinstated Queen, and bows his head low in a show of his respect, "Congratulations @Cassandra, Queen - Reina." No sooner does his long-time friend deliver him an offer however, and Thrain would have been lying if he denied the fact he had already considered moving to the warmer climate. Even still, there is a brief moment of surprise upon his masculine cheekbones - cut short by the unease of his wife.

Though his whole being desired to smirk and poke fun at Léonie in that moment, he holds his composure in the name of properness, and instead meets Cassandra's victorious gaze with a knowing nod - "Gracias, Cassandra. You will have your answer before days end. Go, get yourself healed, enjoy your victory." A smile, warm and encouraging, before he would slip away alongside his dark-fleshed wife.

--- exit

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Whether by Zenebe’s intercession or her own dumb luck, she managed to get the Saxe child to stumble and back up, and Yasmin took her opportunity. She scrambled quickly to her paws, panting with a mixture of exertion and trembling fear, all the while not taking her wide, pale purple eyes off of her attacker. No, she didn’t want Seifri to get the upper hand again, nor did she want to be caught unawares for a second time.

Still, she acted in more a reflexive manner when the girl charged her yet again, ears pinning themselves and her fangs baring in a fierce snarl as she coiled back and braced for another bite, another slam. It left her hip open for the slice of unsheathed claws, and lines of burning pain erupted where Seifri made contact. She saw red.

Her tail swinging wide, Yasmin spun on her back foot, putting Seifri’s side before her, and gave an awkward lunge, trying to use her advanced size against the girl to tackle her to the ground—or at the very last shake her balance.

Yasmin vs. @Seifrienriosa
for Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 18 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 9 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 19 + 16 + 4 + 5

Image by Anderson Rian - Table by Mouser

She was oblivious, trying her damnedest to block out every bit of everything happening around her. Aneistri was too young for the chaos, too inexperienced yet to leap straight into it with the same gusto and bravado that her brothers seemed to call upon so easily. She didn’t have the presence of mind to be ashamed of her cowardly behavior, nor how out of place her actions were compared to the rest of her family. She was lost within the literal and figurative storm.

But thankfully someone was watching out for her. She panicked the instant she felt Elio begin to move again, cried out anxiously when she felt his teeth clamp down upon her scruff, only for the sound to be cut off by the action. Instinctively, she curled in on herself, tucking her feet, her tail, making herself as small and weightless as she could be as she clenched her eyes shut and let herself to be carried away. To safety, she hoped, and placed what desperate faith she had in the one taking her away from her living nightmare.

-Exit Aneistri-

@Yelena's presence is always a welcome one, so when the woman sidles up by her side, she doesn't startle or hesitate and leans closer in to her relaxed striped friend. imogen watches as claws strike and rend flesh and herbs cross her mind's eye - what she would do to cater to the wounds and injuries earned today. the cubs and their raucous cries and bloodthirst is disturbing, but yelena's statement that the brown combatant had scarred her is enough to cause a gasp to leave her white throated breast. "shame on her," she hisses, headbutting her friend softly. perhaps yelena hadn't been startled or afraid of her in this instance, but all the same, imogen doesn't like the idea of seeing anyone that has harmed those she cares about her.

as the battle unfold, its clear that the earthy furred woman is the winner. she banishes others from the pridelands and imogen blinks at her companion, wondering what she thinks of this. "we have to stop meeting like this." imogen says, but figures that with all of the discourse lately, it must be hard to avoid crossing paths in these large shows. there are other fights still in their apex nearby, but with the main card ending and the new sovereign claiming their land, the woman glances over to yelena. she's always keen to leave after learning who has overtaken what rule and hopes that stripes doesn't want to ponder much longer. "maybe we fight next for home," she teases, distracting herself from the barbary in action - but imogen wonders, briefly, what it be like to have a home where she could foster every ounce of peace and kinship and cloudwatching that she desired among the wilds.

a slow step away and she looks towards her friend, shall we? ready to take off and gossip more about the sudden wave of ambition that has overcome amaryllis.

/exit

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