the fight seems to be over, the challenger losing against the current king and slinking off through the territory presumably to tend to his extensive wounds. her gaze sweeps over to the king now, watching as the man nuzzled against a woman. though he seemed less wounded than the challenger, he stalks off deeper into caladan without a word and magdalena can take the hint without needed to be told. with the show over, many of the other observers begin to turn and head out. carefully gathering the two aloe leaves collected earlier, the girl starts back towards the border with the intention of returning back to ecrosia to further prepare her newfound herbs for use.

exit magdalena

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his attention is focused solely on the fight, ears perked forward and blue eyes wide. the challenger loses after some time and is fast to make his exit with the reigning caladan king turning to leave himself shortly afterwards. despite having not fought in the challenge himself, he can feel his heart thudding hard in his chest from just watching, the roar of blood in the boy's ears. for a moment, he considers sneaking over to the coconut trees and stealing a tasty coconut on the way out but with so many people present, karsa was sure to get caught and decides against it in the end. instead, he clambers off of his "zebra heart" rock and slips away back to obsidian hollow without a word to anyone.

exit karsa

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mithril

The challenge concluded with the striped male breaking away to stare down his opponent. Mithril watched as he yielded and turned around, leaving the Cove without a word. The other male did likewise — soundlessly, he pivoted and made his way back into his territory. They were both rather bloodied, but the wounds didn’t appear mortal by any means. Painful, draining — but something they’d survive. Still, it’d probably do them both some good to visit a medic.

A foul lioness hollered at the retreating beast then, pulling Mithril’s focus away from his observation. While her shouting may not have been directed at the crowd (she seemed mostly focused on the challenger), Mithril decided it was time for him to leave as well.

Quietly, he started to head back the way he came — but he wouldn’t forget the herbs. Reaching down, he plucked his aloe from the sand before circling, turning his back to the Cove. With his harvest grasped in his teeth, the shadow silently slipped out of sight.

Exit

Paladin - Double XP event
+10 Observe a fight (Arkyn vs. Kvare)

Medic - Double XP event
+10 Attend a challenge to assess the wounds
+10 Collect herbs

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code by shaz icons by Martith

Sif watched with critical eyes, attached to the two males that were fighting for these beaches as their own, watching how they fought. Wanting to learn new things from watching their moves, she had learned that each lion had their own tactics and battle styles. And even though both ways could be good, she saw how the red lion's less agressive approach gave him the win or so the cub thought. Learning that maybe being less agressive in a fight could be better than being more into raw force. She nodded with the things she was just learning.

As the fight came to and end, so was her wish to remain here. She stood up as she let a yawn leave her lips. Walking away she used the bark from a palm tree to sharpen her claws. It seemed correct to keep her main self defense tools in good condition. And like that she left. exit

+10 Observe a fight
+10 Learn something from another about your trade(Lions have different fighting styles)
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

Lips curled to an unvoiced growl as he saw that neither of the two fighting were Sunder. The sight of her on the sidelines relieved his displeasure, but only temporarily. His mane itched from settling salt. He rippled his neck muscles and shook his head abruptly; it worked to subdue some tension. Some. The defeated lion tread out and the winner, apparently the incumbent, limped inward with a pause to charitably greet that cute, chipper, folded-ear girl. Of course she could have a king. She could have anyone she wished. What George wished was for her to be unharmed and unattached, and he had come concerned for one outcome but found another predicament. Pursuing her... acquaintanceship... would require an even lighter step.

Nostrils flared and he abruptly whirled to stalk his way out, forbidding his gaze to linger. He brushed his pelt against the stone arch, becoming one with its shadows, but mostly keeping it between him and the dissipating group as he waded through the surf. Only when he was sure he was beyond the borders would he return to land.

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I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

With the fight concluded, the pale furred shieldmaiden didn't linger too much longer. Sharp fangs were bared at those by the borders still lingering, a warning. She was more than satisfied with the result, knowing that yet again he had failed to take their home.

But soon her attention returned to briefly brush against @Sunder with a soft purr before the children too were given a brief nuzzle of affection. Only then did she stalk off, fur on her spine still raised, prowling along the border. Her tail lashed behind her as she slowly moved into a trot, snarling at any stragglers as she went on her patrol.

Exit

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Elliya Lolthu

zin'olhyrran, zuch

And so another song of blood came to an end. Such a beautiful song it had been and she yearned for more. But such a wish was not granted. Dark eyes lingered on the male next to her for just a moment. "Perhaps we will meet again another time, stranger," she purred as she slowly moved to slink past @Vincenzo, only to suddenly dart towards something in the sand.

Was it what she thought it was? Well, she'd been hoping for something else, but this would do nicely. The speckled shadow snatched up the blood painted shell before anyone could stomp on it. And, with her 'prize' carefully held between her teeth, she pranced away in that odd walk and dance, humming to herself.

Exit

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HEKATE

In the depths of turmoil, by battle's somber dance, let the cove's destiny be etched in blood and chance, as the shadows conceal the true ruler's advance.

Hekate centered herself around those words, the distant tide sounding along with her breathing as she tried to rid herself of all other thoughts. Perhaps it was easier to ground herself when she held so little at stake – was scarcely acquainted with that place and its people. She could wish for nothing above what Fate would have, and as the battle seemed to take a clear turn, it became evident to all those gathered that the incumbent would hold fastly to what had been his –

– until Fate deems otherwise.

The young royal lingered with watchful eyes as others bid their congratulations, though most left without fuss. Hekate deemed herself one of those such lions, turning to stalk off through the shoreline before she could be noticed.

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-exit-
+20 - Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (Sept double XP)
+10 - Meditate or pray (Sept double XP)

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He watched the fight with rapt interest, and though he personally, has no interest whatsoever in fighting- he still finds it interesting. It draws a crowd and there's this crazy lioness chanting in some other language, and raving about. Yet, his gaze only studies her for a moment or two before it shifts back to the fight, which ends quickly. When the males break apart, he realizes that it is the challenger who loses the land- that the prior king wins. Enver lurks for a few more moments, lazily enjoying the sand, before he rises to his feet to make his way out of the Cove and back towards the Hollows.

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She studied each turn of movement between the battling lions, eager to find any flaw in their performance that might hint at the incoming victor. Hrefna tried not to shift from her vantage point within the territory, ignoring the way her coiled muscles ached with stiffness. She deduced that the darker lion was the incumbent, ultimately standing tall in his victory over the other lion. It was the challenger's promise that interested her most: that he would return for that throne no matter what it took. She wondered if his family felt a claim to the land, or perhaps they were personal enemies. Regardless, it could not be a great relationship to have. She waited until she was certain there was no one around before ducking to exit the scene with what knowledge she had gained.

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-exit-
+20 - Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught (Sept double XP)
+20 - Learn something about pride/group/family relations (Sept double XP)
+20 - Remain undetected in a large thread (Sept double XP)

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