His silver eyes blaze bright with hatred as he watches @Aeistrios come out on top once again against his older sister. The boy rushes forward with a hard hiss, acting as if the large male was leaving because the boy demanded it.
His brows unfurrow into that of worry as he turns back to @Eisa. Let me help you. His words and motions both insistent. He moves to join her, offering himself up as support. Once he's dead, we'll never have to worry about this ever again. A foolsih dream of a innocent child. There would always be conflict in this world. Even if Aeistrios fell, another would just take his place.

/Exit

Art by Era, Code by Minxy

Those on his side - those who hailed from the mountains, who carried its sleet and granite dust on their pelts - seemed to be pleased, and Weimar turned his attention to their celebrations with an uncertain smile. He wanted to be happy because those on his side were happy, but the sight of blood on pelts (familiar and unfamiliar) made something curdle in his throat, as though meat had turned to rot halfway down. With paw bigger than the steps he took with them, he backed away from the other cubs and yearlings and gazed at the adults. He didn't understand their celebration and didn't want to, he decided. Blood was something wrong. Gross.

So he went back to the mountains, back home, where his limited experience informed him there was less chaos than the Brook where he had been born.

-exit

MAKE PEACE WITH

YOUR BROKEN PIECES

The rain only intensified as the fights went on and Bea found that it was hard to really focus past the elements. Her gaze would narrow slightly as she watched both fights, noticing just how quickly the ebony and maroon colored man bested his opponent. It was only a matter of time before she was unconscious and he was dragging her away, along with a small cub. Perhaps she should have said something, maybe she should have stopped him. But Master would insist that it was not her battle to fight. And so she wouldn't. The other two women eventually end their fight as well leaving the woman with four legs the victor. Bea wasn't necessarily surprised with that considering Cassandra had the upperhand, or is it.. upperleg? She rises, moving to make her exit. She'd seen all she needed to see, and was more than ready to retreat back to her den in the Bluffs where it was safe and warm.

exit.


[medic exp]
+5 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds (Cassandra v. Renfri)
+5 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds (Kvare v. Khadija)

code by flea, art by rabbit

A nod would be given to Thrain and Isla, both glad of their words. She knew Asbjorn would make her proud, and she had little doubt that he would grow up to be as strong of a ruler as his grandma's and herself one day. He just needed to be taught. Léonie seeing a bit... tense over her offer of Sovereign to Thrain, she didn't quite understand it. It's not like she was interested in Thrain as anything more than a friend, so if she was threatened by her offer of Soveregin perhaps she was a bit insecure in her marriage. Nonetheless, she would eagerly wait to hear the response.

As other spoke to her, she would answer them however seemed fit. After making sure everyone except friends and family had left the lands, only then would she begin to take her own leave. It was time for her to heal and reclaim the territory in the name of the Valour-Greyflood. The land almost seemed happy to have Valour blood leading it once again.

-exit Cassandra-

text. "speech."

Art & Code by Zodiac