+5 Observe a fight (Amara vs Anthonius)
+5 Observe a fight (Dragos vs Apollinaire)
+5 Observe a fight (Teodora vs Louve)
Okay, so, maybe the call had been to stay away, but unfortunately that was a pretty good way to ensure she did just the opposite. Maybe there had been a few minutes where she debated, but in the end, but curiosity won out. And, anyway, there was an instinctive expectation of violence. If she knew more about her own family, she might realize war ran in their blood, in a way. A line prone to solving things with tooth and claw over words. But she didn't. So she was just left to follow the impulses where they led.

Had she ever been to Wolfbron? It didn't look familiar, but the scent was one she thought she'd encountered among large groups before. There was already a sizable crowd when she finally arrived, and a couple fights. A dark, speckled, woman fighting someone who looked really similar to the hollows leader (family, she assumed). And yet another similar-looking guy fighting a dude who...well Curse didn't exactly like the look in the man's eyes. Oh - and Alexander himself going against some wild-looking stranger. Plus yet another with that piebald look she'd started associating with Alexander's family, up against a darkly greenish woman.

Humming with interest, Curse would find herself a spot on the neutral side of the border to watch. She wouldn't relax, of course, because that would be stupid in this kind of situation, and she didn't put herself too close to anyone else just in case she had to react quickly.

[[observing from outside the borders, open to conversation]]

Waste no worry for the world

Let it be a tragedy of love and glory while they wait by gates of pearl we'll be building palaces in purgatory You're a villainous thing and we can't have you living a lie You’ll find no ever after here It’s clear that isn’t what you came for You're a villainous thing and I don't think anyone knows

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He felt his claws tear into her flesh, marring her skin and causing damage in his wake. He could not relish long - for he felt claws rake down his bodice further, and then -

A loud grunt-growl combination leaves him as she roughly, and suddenly, forces Anthonius' balance from him. He falls - his side slamming against the earth while one of his legs attempted to stiff-arm the ground and keep his chest up. (lower half laying, top half up if that makes sense.) His spine vibrates from the impact, and his body throbs in pain.

The bite wound where her fangs resided had worsened, mangled to the sight; painful beyond imagination. Anthonius finds his jaws splaying, and he attempts to slam one of his unsheathed claws at the open side of her face - hoping to sink his claws in deep and waver her grip on him somehow.

Anthonius vs @Amara for Wolfbron Bluffs
2/5

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 19 + 18 + 8 + 7 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 11 + 3 + 6 + 17 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 18 + 5 + 3

it was that very dog that would help them win this war. a chained beast at her beck and call, a man tamed only by the purr of his matriarch. did they not see how she had stopped him? when the savante ruined the truce she let him have his revenge -- a single taste of it -- and then she had tugged the chain and pulled him back under her command.

this was louve's power, for she had unwavering loyalty.

gravity works both with her and against her. one more misses its target, scoring flesh but not nearly as deep as she had hoped. as teodora's left paw falls away so, too, does louve's right. it thuds back to the ground and she immediately adjusts her weight, balancing more easily on three legs versus two.

her left paw falls, too, but does not escape as unscathed. as it digs deep in to the right side of the savante's face, and teodora reacts with snapping teeth. they snag her paw just below the wrist and louve snarls her protest as she allows her own instincts to guide her. teeth seek to clamp down over the bridge of the red woman's nose, clenching tight in a clear attempt to cause as much damage as possible with the primary goal of having teodora relinquish her own grip. a standoff, so to speak.

one bathed in blood.


Louve vs. @Teodora
For Major Maim - TBD
0 1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 20 + 5 + 12 + 3 + 9 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 10 + 17 + 14 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 13 + 12 + 17 + 2 + 1

*+1 hit for pride tier bonus, doubling level 1 trade bonus; +1 luck for presence of lead scout

I am not a woman, I'm a god

code x art

Typically the spotted woman tried to shy away from the sounds of battles - especially one of many. It sounded like a war was brewing in this land, and she wanted badly to keep away from it. While of great mass, she was a medic and hunter primarily. Violence was typically saved for self-defense or necessity; they just so happened to usually go hand-in-hand. But today was different. She was intensely curious to see what all was transpiring in the Bluffs. It was a place she'd yet to explore close to, and challenges were a good reason to take a peek.

Not to mention, she had the capabilities to help heal whoever got too banged up in their plight for...land, revenge, whatever it was that fueled this chaos.

It was a good excuse to train and sharpen her skill set, not to mention learn about the politics of this land. Maybe this would help Willa learn who all she needed to steer clear from in these parts.

So it was with caution that the colossal woman ventured in, mindful of the scent markers that made up the pride's border. She'd give it a wide enough birth so that no one would confuse her as a potential threat, while also maintaining a decent view of the happenings.

There were a few squirming masses duking it out currently, all of whom she didn't know. It was difficult to gauge what all it was for, but it was clear to the healer that there was bad blood involved. No one fought that hard or that savagely over anything less than revenge.

"Lord almighty..." she'd breathe, noticing there was a dark-furred woman nearby that appeared to also be watching intently - just outside the borders. Willa would approach with a friendly chuff. "You happen to know what in the hell crawled up their asses?" she'd inquire lowly. She'd maintain a polite distance from the stranger, in case she wasn't as harmless as she appeared.

@Curse

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Anthonius was a defective child. It was clear that Teodora would have to take back the front and center position of leadership - though she could not fault Alexander. At least he had tried. What logic did he have by doing this? To dethrone them, the cut the head off the snake?

The pride was not the throne. The pride was not the snake. No, this woman was. She who now ripped into her nose, teeth rending the flesh and threatening to crack into bone. A snarl ripped from her gullet, spittle flying in the air - glistening a beautiful crystalline color, though there was a clear ruby tinge.

There was one thing she could not have anticipated with Teodora. No one...nothing could make her give up. Not even the blinding pain of her enemies teeth digging into her muzzle. Left paw lifts and attempts to rake them down the right side of Louve's face, viciously want to try and rend over the eye and rip it to shreds in hopes of making the other relent.

Teodora vs. @Louve ♔
For Major Maim - TBD
0 1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 17 + 2 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 8d20: 13 + 16 + 8 + 20 + 15 + 2 + 19 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 5 + 9 + 11 + 15

coded by flea + background credit + art

Shit was really heating up. All the drama, the family secrets spilled out the mouths of foolish creatures, laid bare. Curious as to why the red man (whispers nearby says his name is Alexander, so she locks that away and thinks on it for a later date) denounces his brother. This is something the pale woman is all too familiar with--though her own kin had done so in a more cruel fashion, simply because she was not her sister.


A pity.


There is a tinge of what one might call empathy for the challenger, but it is miniscule by comparison to the emotions that follow Amara's arrival. Though her time in the Bluffs had been ever so brief, she held respect for the dark speckled queen and her ilk. Took strength to stand as long as she has, and Sersie knew she was deadly with out ever having to see her fight. But she arrives, and the wheat tripod is brimming with anticipation at the soon to begin fight.

She shuffles slightly in her little hidey spot, careful not to make too much noise for fear of making her presence known. Though she does sorely wish to be about in the rabble of the rather impressive amount of creatures who'd shown to watch. A historic moment indeed. Amara goes for the bite, and Sersie approves--a swing and her paw seems to strike its quarry though, the full breadth of its impact is hidden from where she sits. And then the big guy falls, right over. Honestly it made her want to cackle.

Falling was her tactic, but that was because she didn't have but three legs now. This fucker had all his and muscle to boot. Why the hell did he just flip over?

But he swings back, and Sersie feels the rush of adrenaline. Hell she wished she wasn't still recovering, what she wouldn't give to fling herself right into the middle of all this glorious chaos. But, as it stands, she can only be a spectator today.

For a brief moment, she finds her gaze wandering again. Cautiously flickering away from the entangled bodies. More fights with people she didn't know broke out, and a few recognizable faces were in the crowd. Helah being the most notable. This had been her home, had memory served her right, prior to taking the oasis for herself.

Wonder what would happen if Amara fell? Would the Oasis take in all the refugees?

That's a lot of people.

Her gaze falls back to the fight, and Sersie feels her claws digging at the ground. Watching, waiting, learning.



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 (1/2)

code by daanyan, Art by Rabbit

His flesh brimmed with anticipation, his heart quivering like a deadly bow as blood coursed to enrich every part of his body. Her stalked onward, slender feet devouring the ground beneath in seconds. Seconds were not enough time for his unsuspecting prey, even now as she turned to face him.

@Ismeria froze like a deer in headlights.

His lips split in a grin that presented far too many teeth, saliva building up inside his jaws as he was but a mere moment away from burying his teeth in her neck. But then!

A familiar red comes into his peripheral view and charged head-on. @Dragos, whom Apollinaire was more than acquainted with, came to intercept the red hand of justice. He felt a pang of irritation that his tender prey had been whisked from his clutches. After all, Dragos, like most men of his blood, did not live up to Apollinaire’s taste standards. In any case, he had found an outlet for his anger toward this giant disrespect the Savante had shown. There will be no mercy for disobedient prey.

Apollinaire does not slow his charge. Instead, he attempts to throw himself into Dragos, trying to use the momentum to his advantage by jutting his right shoulder forward, to attempt and knock the much larger feline if he had any luck. As a result, Dragos’ own shoulder slammed into Apollinaire’s right shoulder, causing the Dieudonne ghoul to come to a halt and stagger back, almost falling over. The collision sent a tremor through the rest of his body, but the pain was the worst at the brunt of his shoulder, where the bone vibrated now and the flesh sang in the promise of a bruise that lasts likely more than a week.

Apollinaire vs. @Dragos
Major Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 5 + 13 + 2 + 12 + 14 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 19 + 4 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 8 + 4 + 17 + 18 + 6 + 14

Lead Fighter Perk: +1 hit rolls when fighting on your pride territory or an allied pride's territory.
Lead Scout Perk: +1 luck to all pride-mates when fighting on their pride territory (must be present prior to the start of the fight).

i am the storm / and im coming for you

she had forgotten that not everyone knew the silken tongue of her family. some were cursed to know only common, a language that was dull and slow. and this child, though small, was large and, just like his common tongue, slow too. it was what life took away from him, a semblance of intelligence and wit. he will grow up inept and not get far in life. faustine was certain, to her displeasure, she will meet much more lions like him. still, the face she wore was pleasant, with a half-smile etched onto her face. if they couldn't please her then they could make her happy in other ways only a dieudonne will know.

it means 'hello' she said, keeping her voice calm. my noble family speaks it. and she would have needed nothing else. oh, how awful it was to not be surrounded by her family. of course, that was also faustine's fault for straying away in search of new faces to meet. what's your name? i am faustine, she said. @Cassius ♔

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

When someone approached, there didn't seem to be any immediate threat in her posture or voice - more amazement at the scene than anything else. An ear twitched toward the stranger as she spoke, and Curse's shoulders rolled in shrug "Fuck if I know." She'd seen a group fight or two, but none that seemed so...personal.

She really didn't know that many lions by name, or what connections they might have to each other. "I know the guy fighting the dude with the weird mohawk runs Obsidian. I'm gonna guess the one trying to take the pride here's related to him." She'd missed the whole announcement at the start, the denouncing and disowning. It made sense that lions might want to violently object to someone coming around and trying to dethrone their leader. Unless they hated their leader, maybe, but there were probably more direct routes to ousting someone a whole pride hated, right?

"You know any of them?" Here she finally glanced to the other, larger, woman, a brow raised in question.

@Willa

Waste no worry for the world

Let it be a tragedy of love and glory while they wait by gates of pearl we'll be building palaces in purgatory You're a villainous thing and we can't have you living a lie You’ll find no ever after here It’s clear that isn’t what you came for You're a villainous thing and I don't think anyone knows

code by corvus

miss the moonlight,

this challenge, this drama... it's none of her business. she has her own misery to work through; she has her own clan to support. and yet the call catches her attention and lures her forward; the opportunity to get acquainted with the island as a whole was not one she wished to pass up. as expected there was already a great crowd gathered, and idly the moonlit woman wonders if this is a small group for the island... or a large one. how big was this place? the bluffs are as imposing as they are red, and it's hard to feel welcomed with all the violence breaking out around. coating herself in a more neutral scent was an easy, habitual thing though she wonders if there was any real need -- the air here was thick with scents of all kinds. and yet... there's something about the scent of blood in the air that makes her freeze, eyes gone glassy; awash in a memory she'd much rather leave behind, and buried. blinking furiously the maned woman shakes herself off, focusing instead on the events unfolding before her -- claws digging fruitlessly into the rocky soil in an attempt to anchor herself here, eager to watch and learn whatever she could.

+5 Practice concealing your scent
+5 Witness drama between prides ( vs )

code by flea, art by rabbit ♥