i am the storm / and im coming for you

faustine waited for the tension to snap and for guts to spill. the first of the women she met lunged at her first, compelling the heiress to back away until she felt the attack on her shoulders. it was a merciless endeavor as the claws dug into faustine's shoulder, which caused her a cruel roar to slip out of her mouth. her eyes, frenzied and wide, sought to find the attacker's weakness in that split second. faustine's head snapped to her right, but her nose was on fire as blood gushed out of the wounds the red woman inflicted. the blood slipped inside her own mouth and on instinct faustine tasted it.

she felt the cracked earth on her back, a force that drew out a breath from her lungs. she heard her own blood as it pounded inside her ears and the sounds of flapping wings in the background. it wasn't terror that gripped her, but a mix of thrill and excitement that caused faustine to curl her lips and laugh in silence. ils connaissent l'odeur du sang they know the scent of blood she whispered. her front paws then attempted to find purchase on @leotine's body in an effort to be dragged down the skin. faustine's jaws opened wider than she had ever did before as she attempted to swallow the woman's own muzzle. the crocodile child breathed fast as she attempted to use her back legs to grip onto the woman's body.

faustine vs leotine
for minor maim
i ii iii vi
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 20 + 9 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 15 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 13 + 17 + 8 + 20

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

YOU ARE LETHAL TIL THE END
she does not fight much - not really. léontine would laugh if she wasn't insulted. she might be a child, and the lesson of respecting your elders ( especially your elder women ) might have to be carved into her flesh for her to learn it, but the least faustine can do for herself is to fight.

instead, she backpedals and ends up tripping over her own feet. leo's paws hit her shoulders and with an awkward shuffle they end up on the ground and faustine is beneath her. the youngling's claws sink into the front of her shoulders and she groans at the pain, curling her own claws in an attempt to mimic the motion and dig deeper into faustine's skin to return the favor. the girl drags her claws down as far as she can, cutting furloughs into the skin even as her hind legs kick out, seeking damage. léontine sinks down, doing her best to land on top of faustine and press her bodily to the earth, laying fully on top of her, and as she does this the yearling's hind claws tear along her stomach and inner thighs, blood pulsing immediately from the deep wounds. not enough to disembowel, but enough to fucking hurt.

faustine is reaching for her mouth, then, and leo grins - even as the youth's fangs close on the lower portion of her muzzle. she snaps her jaws shut as faustine does, hoping to trap the upper portion of her own mouth in her grip and attempt to rip back. she'd tear the fucking fang from the girl's mouth if she can ( and tatter the flesh of her lower lip and chin in the result with a pain that is white hot ). simultaneously, her right paw lifts from her opponent's shoulder and aims to slam into the side of her skull, hard, claws extended to try to tear along the flesh as she does so.

they know the scent of blood, the girl had whispered. and though léontine does not deign to reply, the madness in her gaze quite clearly screams back: so do i.

léontine v @Faustine ♔
for MINOR MAIM
2/4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 1 + 9 + 3 + 19 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 11 + 17 + 14 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 4 + 2 + 9

_{ART BY SPU · CODE BY DEE}

faustine couldn't keep her laughter from herself as it slipped out of her mouth. even now, trapped beneath this heavyset lioness, she still found enjoyment, a sudden surge of blood lust and girlish joy that blended into the shape of her body. the girl didn't feel endangered in the slightest, as if this was what she was meant to do - fight until she could no longer breathe. the woman above was stronger than the others she fought, much more violent too; not even roarke with his much bigger proportions could ever hope to beat this creature. her bones groaned and muscles ached from the weight upon her whilst her eyes blinked rapidly. faustine could lose consciousness any second.

fasutine yanked her head away, not knowing if she had also ripped through the woman's flesh the moment she felt the bitch snap her own jaws shut against hers. yet still blood poured profusely from faustine's flesh. it burned and burned, as a fang became dislodged enough that all faustine had to do was push it from her gum with her tongue. the skin above her lips was also wounded, and surely scars would appear not long after. tout comme maman (just like mama) she thought to herself, mind half-delirious with the scent of blood in the open air.

just as the woman's right paw slammed down, faustine managed to turn to the other side. the former still was able to scratch along the surface of the flesh, however, which created four smaller wounds. with her own jaws, faustine attempted to grab hold of that paw and hoped she could pull and pull until the bone inside popped. with her right paw, faustine attempted to dig her claws into the woman's left eye.

faustine vs leotine
for minor maim
i ii iii vi
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 12 + 1 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 9 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 12 + 15 + 6 + 3

code: cala | art: drifty

her eyelids flutter and léontine growls with pleasure, a low sound akin to a raptor of old, just as the child rips her jaws away. skin pinches, tears, and then flutters as faustine's eyelids had a moment before. searing pain lances through her, muscles going taut for the briefest of moments as the pain washes over her and then the adrenaline pump, pump, pumps faster and replaces the pain with a high that can be achieved only through this: through bloodsport.

she doesn't know if she's been successful in smashing the fang, in ripping it away as she jerks her head back - but she has done one thing. the girl finds her viciousness and as her paw swings, she turns away. her claws score thing lines in her skin and leo snorts in displeasure. before she can turn her paw, the little lioness' fangs are buried deep, worrying at it like she had been with the bones a moment prior. she's tugging, pulling, trying to crush the bones if she can only find them and leo feels muscles shred beneath the touch.

a groan of mixed pain-and-delight escapes her bloody mouth and she drops her skull down, rapidly, with her open mouth extended to try to smash into the side of faustine's face, aiming particularly for the left eye that is turned toward her, presumably, to accommodate the grab for leo's wrist. as she's snaking her head down, faustine's paw swipes at her, aiming for her left eye - she's ducked just enough that the claws score the flesh just above her eye, tearing across the brow and forcing her to close the left eye against the blood that pours from the head wound. the skin peels back, snagging on the girl's claws, and pulls away with a sound she thinks she can hear.

leonine continues her attempt, even after faustine's attacks, to try to grab the side of her face and crush down in a hold and force her head to the dirt - to either crush bone or at the very least force her mouth closed and demand a forfeit.

léontine v @Faustine
for MINOR MAIM
3/4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 1 + 19 + 9 + 6 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 1 + 13 + 10 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 4 + 9 + 20 + 5

EXECUTION FANTASY

i am the storm / and im coming for you

her primal brain urged her to only ravage and burn through the flesh that she could take. what methods of war and battle faustine saw played in the battlegrounds of the pit and her grandmother's kingdom were quickly dashed to dust. saliva collected in her mouth, the quantity so large that it overflowed. her lips were slick with drool and fresh blood; two potent mixes that made faustine's heart joyous and so it sang for more. faustine was only brought back to reality when she felt something heavy hit, no smash, the side of her face. it was the older woman's head, which had successfully made full contact with her. the movement disoriented her and made her realize that a heavy dark bruise would appear where the red one attacked her. her left eye couldn't see for a few seconds, but all senses of adrenaline kicked in and faustine snarled. her claws didn't gouge out the bitch's eye, but tore the flesh underneath. she felt her head being crushed, the weight of it would have to have left some kind of heavy wound. with both of her paws, faustine attempted to tear every claw into the woman's skull. hopefully, one or both of her ears could be taken in the ensuing struggle.

faustine vs leotine
for minor maim
i ii iii vi
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 18 + 9 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 1 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 18 + 6 + 15 + 19

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

her jaws slam into the side of faustine's head and she can't help but grin around it even as the impact jars her fangs, promises they will be sore in the coming hours. blood drips down her chin, no doubt spattering the child where she has her by the face, and she growls at the scent of it. her pupils have shrank to nearly nothing, two tiny pinpricks in the sea of their color, and her body vibrates with barely restrained violence. restrained because there were times past where she might have simply tried to tear her head from her shoulders; but instead, she shows mercy.

until the girl continues fighting on - and her forepaws snake out from around léontine's legs and claw down the sides of her head. her claws tangle in her partial mane, snagging in her flesh and her fur even as they shred through parts of her ears and finally come to a halt when they reach too much resistance: claws clutching the side of léo's face on both sides.

she doesn't attempt to do much more - only lifts her damaged wrist and aims to try to place it right at the yearling's throat and lean down, down, down. not with claws exposed, only pressing her weight into the windpipe of her opponent while clutching down harder around whatever part of her she might still have in her jaws. even as blood pumps down her face, even as the adrenaline is fading and the pain is starting to make her think, perhaps, she should end this in a very real and final way.

léontine v @Faustine
for MINOR MAIM
4/4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 6 + 12 + 13 + 15 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 5 + 1 + 7 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 6 + 3 + 18 + 16

EXECUTION FANTASY

i am the storm / and im coming for you

the crocodile daughter smelled the blood and felt the rend of flesh, only for her heart to scream more! more! back at her. even so, faustine's muscles grew wary of the task at hand; some parts of it had became sore, especially near her jaws and cheek. so she had no time to keep herself from defending against the adult, even as she pressed down upon faustine's windpipe. her eyes shone bits and pieces of black, but her front arms attempted to both latch onto and sink their claws into the flesh of the other. she felt blood, new blood, drip somewhere and a newer pain that blossomed alongside it. the girl 's mouth was forced wide open and a rattling sound escaped. and yet it only felt painful than relieving as blood entered her mouth and she tasted it with her tongue.

faustine vs leotine
for minor maim
i ii iii vi
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 15 + 9 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 4 + 20 + 15 + 17

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

@Léontine VS. @Faustine FOR MINOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Léontine Hits: 2+2+3+4+6 Luck = 17
Léontine Dodges: 3+5+2+1 = 11

Faustine Hits: 2+3+2+2+10 Luck = 19
Faustine Dodges: 2+1+1+2 = 6

Léontine Successful Hits: 11
Faustine Successful Hits: 8

@Léontine HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Faustine is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Léontine Wounded Roll: 5

@Léontine is WOUNDED!

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Oh, she falls easy.and leontine nearly pushes harder into her throat, her windpipe.

But she stays her hand, thinking perhaps sparing the babe will be payment for ludivine's own spared life. Her marking, the French, the nearness of the bluffs - she belongs to wolfbron, surely. Perhaps even the matriarch herself. So Leo pulls back abruptly, eyes sharp as a hawk's. She will lose a bit of her flesh, as Ludi had; and so leontine seeks to viciously rend a toe from her front left foot.

Then she backpedals to stand with her hip to ludivine's shoulder. Tell them, she purrs in French, swiping the blood from her lips with a dramatic flourish. If they ask, you were spared. A life for a life. And never again, is her unspoken promise.

And then she turns to eyeball her sister, almost shamefully, before throwing herself back into the pile of bones and continuing her feast.

EXIT ( speaking in French, am mobile lol )

EXECUTION FANTASY

It's glorious.

The sight of her sister in battle is always an immaculate show. She's a true predator, built to perfection to hunt and tear apart her victims. The strong scent of blood fills the air and Ludivine's nostrils flare, craving all of it. She is but a phantom in the background, having stayed back in order to give @Léontine the thrill of the hunt — of the slaughter. Of course both of them know it'll never come to that; though their issues with the pride atop the cliffside remains thick and heavy, they know better than to start a war with little ammunition on their side. This was enough.

Enough to be a warning — and nothing more.

The fight ends as quickly as it started, and the younger lioness @Faustine loses a toe as she takes her loss. Like some twisted mafia punishment. My turn. The thought races through her mind with glee as she twists lips into a sadistic grin, but somehow she manages to hold herself back. No. Any further and they might kill the Wolfbron yearling. She, hopefully, learned her lesson from this.

“Now run,” she concludes after her sister finishes speaking, “before we get truly hungry.” And devour you whole. With that she turns and once more heads out into the rest of the badlands, once more in search of prey.

exeunt Ludivine