It was the call of @Louve ♔ that roused Helah from the confines of her lands. Helah's head lifted, and her grin split her face. Oh, a challenge for the Queen of the Bluff's throne and her former home. Helah moved rather swiftly towards the land, belting out a summoning call for any of her own lions who wished to come. She moved, as silently as she could- nearing her former home and crossed into the border. She moved towards the group, a soft chuff of greeting leaving her as she neared- her eyes trained on the male who stood on the other side- the challenger, she assumed.

The grin that split her face, turned positively feral as she studied him, and then looked to the Hollows king, eyes hungrily studying him. A target perhaps? Yet- she makes no moves, and instead comes to join Louve, to stand near the Queen, a silent indication of where her loyalty lay.

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

I put my armor on

show you how strong I am

No more settling in...or so it seemed. Of course she could have stayed where she was, not getting involved with anything. But such was not in her nature. Not when the call was one that held the promise of battle. And so the small lioness followed the call.

By the time she arrived, quite a few had gathered and it seemed she had missed something interesting already. Though she was not yet familiar with anyone, she knew where to go. Dual toned eyes watched her surroundings closely as she settled near @Alaric and @Neytiri. She hadn't met them just yet, but the scent was familiar enough to tell her that this was where she was supposed to sit. The side she was supposed to be on.

Cerridwen didn't speak, but greeted both with a nod before her attention returned to the scene before them. Quite a few lions, a lot of different scents. But she was here to observe, to see who stood with who.

Cerridwen is totally open for interactions, including fights, just not more than minor main pls

code by corvus

Again.

And again, and again and again.

A cycle that won't be broken. The wheel will turn and keep turning even as it breaks under its own weight. And like a moth to flame, she finds herself unable to stay away. Yet, she's learning, she is. Sersie knows walking into a tense battleground again wouldn't be the wisest course of action. Her own wounds had yet to fully heal from the scuffle in the Plains.

So, as she approaches the bluffs she once called home, the tripod rolls in dirt and foliage in an attempt to cover her own scent. She sneaks along crags and crooked nooks, three paws doing their best to make feather light touches upon the bluffs. Eventually, she finds a spot decently hidden from the others who had gathered--single eye catching her queen present as well--before settling in to watch one hell of a fight.


sersie is attempting to hide
+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
+5 Practice covering your scent (1/2)
+5 Observe a fight (0/2)

code by daanyan, Art by Rabbit

Léonie supposed that since the cannibal clan had come to watch the Oasis challenge, they’d be totally cool with her sitting nearby to watch when someone had decided to take their home. She’d seen many lions try, yet none had succeeded — not even the reaper. The dark, swollen imp had no reason to expect Amara would lose anymore, but maybe someone would surprise her that day.

She arrived following Alexander’s warning, her spotted ears catching his public denouncement of his own kin. Again, the Hollow king rolled over for the Dieudonné, choosing to condemn his own family for another when she doubted any of his even wanted to ally themselves with the Wolfbron pride — assuming by the way they’d responded to one another in the past. Dragos, now Anthonious — how many more of his own blood would Alexander cast aside for the cannibal clan …

The imp may have been annoyed by his choice, however her expression was rather neutral as she made her way along the border, keeping some distance between herself and the pee-line — because it was totally okay to flirt a little. She circled around, to position herself closer to the challenger than not in an unspoken show of support. Briefly, her hazel gaze passes over the new leader of the Oasis, wondering how soon she and Scorpius will see the cunt again, before she refocuses on Anthonius, subtlety smiling to herself. Give ‘em hell.

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SEIFRIENRIOSA

seifri is attempting to hide

The rousing sound emitting from Wolfbron had Seifri on the edge of her seat.

She should be hesitant about approaching the Bluffs - scared even, perhaps, but instead all she feels is curiosity, and the desire to feed her mother information. Determined, she makes way from her position; and aims for the Bluffs.

Her bodice is cloaked in mud by the time she arrives, and many are already flocking to the scene. Seifri attempts to keep herself hidden among the scenery, brave enough to trickle over that thin line of safety... tucking in comfortably on the Bluff lands as she hides to watch.

The drama going on was too good, too prime - the inner workings of other prides and families unfolding before her. She knew Renfri would drink this knowledge up.


+10 Spy on another pride or family’s event (WB Challenge/Sle)
+10 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught (WB/Sle)
+10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (WB/Sle)

code by flea, art by irish

ooc: ** Tripfire smells of the bluffs and dirt he just has to be officially rejoined is all <3 Tripfire had left his son in charge of affairs while he left to retrieve the rare flower that would heal his wifes sickness. It had taken a week to find it, and another week for her to feel better. Him too. It was the reason he looked a mess, unkept mane and body covered in dry muck and sand. It tainted the usual brilliant red fur upon his form, but there was no time to have a beauty day when a challenger roared for Amara's throne. Entering the group, he smelled of dirt and the bluffs, while he narrowed his yellow gaze upon the challenger and then that Alexander fellow. Folding his ears back in dislike he snorted, how could this family be so tightknit yet have such disobedient members? Letting his gaze draw to @Louve ♔ and then to his son Tripfire gave both a quick jerk of his head in acknowledgment. He was here, he was back and he would let blood soak his feet today if he must. "talk"

Art and Code by Cloudy

His days of ignoring those calls were over, whether Bruno liked it or not. The angular beast lumbered swiftly across Amaryllis in pursuit of commotion's call, narrowing his gaze with scrutiny as he scaled the rocky terrain dying with autumn. An inkling of familiarity ran over his spine like a chill as he neared and finally rested envy-green upon that spotted figure in the center of it all. Anthonius, a name hissed like an insult those years ago at the passage.

Bruno's stomach twisted with anticipation and he studied the scene further. Banshees bristled all along the sidelines, their voices harsh like demonic cursing: a different breed of lion entirely. There lurked the obvious form of Alexander, of course, though his own words of admonishment had Bruno swiveling his ears forward atop his skull.

"Seine eigene Familie ist gegen ihn," his own family is against him, Bruno uttered in his family tongue, attempting to come up along Alaric's free side as he gravitated naturally toward the second king. There was a hint of amusement in his tone for anyone truly searching for it. He glanced briefly to the other Ecrosian, familiar only from a hunt, though it seemed they both wondered Alaric's thoughts on the matter.

After all, what was an ally to do with a lion alone in the world?

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|| september y10 | three years | EM high sovereign | at wolfbron bluffs | @Alaric @Neytiri ||_{BG — ART — CODE}

She heard @Levana call the pride together, and chuffed for @Etain. It was time now that they were beyond their first rather rocky introduction to the pride for her to learn what it meant to truly be part of a pride. Even if it meant that they might be involved in a battle on behalf of their pride. The red giant would trail behind the Firnen lions and cubs, making sure she brought up the rear and watched their backs.

Though she knew Levana had called her for protection - Kireena would see to the young before the adults.. It was how it should be. "Etain... Stay close - remember what you've learned.. And don't get complacent." Anything could happen here. Though the lioness was oblivious to the tension between the Savante and Dieudonne, she could feel it in the air like a snake ready to strike. The air was charged, and she felt the fur along her spine shift and rise slightly - knowing that the first moment blood scented the air violence could erupt amongst those gathered upon the sidelines.

The woman drew up beside Levana, using her bulk to add a second layer of protection to the growing cubs. Though the lioness was Sovereign no longer, Kireena knew that she still held the title in unspoken terms. Still, her bi-colored gaze passed over those gathered and noted with mild amusement it seemed that she was on the same side this time as the Wolfbron lions.

As much as it pained her - knowing they had been the ones to steal the Oasis - to oust the Miroslav, Kireena knew that in the games of politics friends would occasionally stand across the battlefield from one another. She just hoped that those she considered friends would understand the goals in ensuring a safe place for herself and Etain - with upward movement. Eyes noted @Léonie within the crowd and there was a subtle tilt of her skull - a hint of a smile upon her lips.

Kireena felt the heavily pregnant woman as close to a friend as she had in these lands - and certainly hoped that though they would stand opposite in what might be a very bloody, possibly short lived - or long drawn out - war.. they could meet in neutral lands and leave what might happen behind them.

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Open to any and all fights

ART BY VASILIA, CODE BY LARS

there had been a call, and her sovereigns had answered. dutiful, morwënna followed in their pawsteps.

the trip to the bluffs was not one she had taken before, and stepping across the borders was only afforded a brief pause before she steeled herself to follow the familiar trail of @Bruno ♔, alongside @Alaric's less familiar but still known scent trail. there seemed to be a small gathering of ecrosians, upon arrival, and - ever dutiful - wën approached softly, weaving through other bodies, glancing across to @Cerridwen and @Neytiri with a querying frown as bruno addressed his father in an alien tongue.

what was said did not matter. she was here - a representing rank and number of ecrosia, gaze cast across to a challenge for the throne of the bluffs. she would catch up on the political landscape quickly, she was sure.

★

This isn't the first challenge she's attended on wolfbronn soil, though it's the first time since living here. Since calling it home. still, she remembers the last challenge she'd seen here, where the ground had buckled beneath the challenger. Surely if the high sovereign was smart, she'd herd this opponent towards the same section of unsteady ground. Yet when she sees the piebald challenger, there is a moment of relief. better it be a stranger than harou, or draven....

Dainty paws carry her cautiously forward, the intensity of the air unmistakable. It makes her step lightly, paws barely leaving prints behind in the red soil. @Jean-Claude is a welcomed sight as she draws closer to him, though his words... give her pause. Kill them, he says, and she thinks only of a young crow -- poisoned and then revived.

Delicate features shift into a frown, claws tensing at the red dirt below. Mismatched gaze sweeps across the crowd, almost surprised to see @Kireena among those gathered. Her paws waiver, half-tempted to go to the massive woman's side -- though she's standing with plenty of strangers. Instead, the she-wolf stays where she is -- muscles tense beneath her plush fur.

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