The feeling of his fangs Shredding her nape had the red woman snarling, ears continued to remain against her skull so as not to injure or lose them. His talons flashed down the side of her face, and Kireena wondered briefly if she and Ryker would have something similar to talk about as the carmine warmth spread across her brow and prevented her from seeing. She felt at least that her talons made contact and Kireena would attempt to repeat the movement - attempting to create more, or deeper gouges along the lions side. She knew that Etain was there - the other children were there.. and as she and her opponent engaged in their bloody dance, she spared just the barest of moments with her unobstructed eye to see that at least no OTHER fights had started. Kireena -vs- @Gauthier -for- Minor Maim (TBD) Round -3- of -4- Hits: Rolling 7d20: 11 + 12 + 14 + 20 + 2 + 7 + 16 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 14 + 15 + 19 + 11 + 1 + 16 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 4 + 9 + 10 + 14 + 15

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Three calls.

It took him @Amara's voice to finally arrive, but it was not out of disrespect for Firnen's call of aid or of Sebastien's. Non, he was simply occupied with other things during this particular time of evening. With his own small hunt that he was obsessing over each night. It was a pleasant past-time, even if his patience was slowly running dry. Regardless, he ought to thank Anthonius for the fun little game whenver Apollinaire's claws finally find his heart.

His body was slow to heal, but pain and open wounds were a constant with the wolfhound. He'd felled many in worse shape, and his arrival would not be halted by a few scratches no matter how significant. Upon arrival, he was in for a wild ride.

Two familiar women and one very familiar man. The last one presumed dead but surprisingly very alive and causing his own chaos now, fighting against Wolfbron ally. Siding with the two that had come for the Dieudonne crown. Little could surprise Apollinaire, but this odd scene certainly achieved that. "Oh, my," he fretted while seeking to flank @Faustine, seeking to sandwich her between himself and @Amara. He had no clue which branch the two women came from, but they were as Dieudonne as they could be or at least in his mind they were. Faustine seemed to recognize her. "Un vieil ami?" "An old friend?" the father questioned his daughter with a pleasant smile. It was clear to him that there was bad blood here.

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His jaws land into the spot between her neck and shoulder, and Haider thrives on trying to bite down on the tender spot. This was no soft attempt, either; he sought to sink his sharp fangs in, to feel her flesh surround them while he inflicted pain onto her. The desire for it was strong, especially when she'd been beating him this whole time.

Her left paw lifts and swings out, and he feels it colliding into his right hip, the same place she'd just bitten. He feels his body vibrate with anger at this, the pain flaring up from his hip - all while her jaws sink into shoulder, chomping down deep as fresh puncture wounds are formed. Her fangs are harsher than his, hers hurt worse than his, and he feels it as his skin tears ugly, already inflamed. He couldn't move the rest of his body then, but he'd be damned if his fangs were pulled from her just yet - let him savor his small victory of wounding her back, if only for a few seconds more.

Haider vs @Léontine for minor maim
4/4

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 15 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 18 + 19 + 1

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EVERY SCAR TELLS A STORY

She'd only just joined the Rainforest alongside @Kireena but already her life was thrown into chaos and mayhem. The call rang out and at first Sybil remained frozen in her new den, claws digging into the earth beneath her. She counted her breaths, willing herself to breathe and calm before she'd make her way from her den. The red woman would pause to smear dirt and mud across her fur, muddying her appearance and attempting to obscure her scent. She would brush up against the trees that had become so familiar to her, leaning against them even when their sap clung to her fur. As if they were begging her not to ease further towards the chaos. But Sybil could not turn away, she had to watch, just in case someone might need her. What she hadn't anticipated seeing however was Kireena in battle with a stranger, her heart lurching her chest as she witnessed her nape being shredded. The colossal woman fought the snarl that threatened to rip from her vocals at the sight and instead began to pace on the outskirts of the gathered crowd. This was far smaller than any of the other challenges she'd witnessed, far more intimate. Her ruby gaze would flicker to her King in battle with an unfamiliar woman, but she couldn't seem to focus long enough on that fight, not when her friend was tangled up with someone else. Eventually she would pause, forcing herself to sit and watch no matter how restless she was. On the sidelines a grown woman seemed to be wrestling with a boy that was barely old enough to stand his own and that damn near set her off; who would fight a child? Her ears lace back, completely uncomfortable with the events. She was just happy she had left Tiny back at the den, the last thing she wanted was for her companion to be present for all of this.


medic exp/doubled
+10 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds (Ludivine v. Ryker)
+10 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds (Kireena v. Gauthier)
+10 - Attend a challenge to assess the wounds (Haider v. Leontine)

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@Léontine VS. @Haider FOR Minor Maim
— RESULTS —

Léontine Hits: 2 + 4 + 2 + 3 + 7 luck = 18
Léontine Dodges: 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5

Haider Hits: 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 7 luck = 15
Haider Dodges: 1 + 0 + 0 + 1 = 2

Léontine Successful Hits: 16
Haider Successful Hits: 10

Léontine HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Minor Maim!

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WOUNDED ROLL

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Haider is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Léontine Wounded Roll: 4

Léontine is WOUNDED!

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They're already so close to each other, with her teeth mere seconds before having been near his forehead, so his sudden jerk upwards is largely ignored. Her weight follows her down and his weight pushes up — unstoppable force, meet immovable object. The sudden jerk of his body is enough to bang against her jaws and cause bruising, and no doubt soreness in the days to come. Teeth snap shut against the top of his skull instead but she's nothing if not persistent. She doesn't even try to move this time — this'll be fine — and opens her jaws once more to try and wrap them around his head, an attempt to maybe even pierce that skull of his.

Left paw scrabbles against his shoulder, leaving lacerations but not managing to catch on anything. His movement plus her raised paw throws her off balance and as she feels her front end start to fall to the right, she decides, fuck it. Her right paw raises alongside her left now as they both try to ensnare his neck between them, an attempt to grab and hold him (and her!) in place. Her spine is kept as straight as possible to still try and keep her underside as low and as parallel as possible to the ground.

Ludivine vs @Ryker
Firnen Rainforest — IV of V

Hits

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 9 + 8 + 17 + 20 + 18

Dodges

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 13 + 12 + 11 + 17 + 5 + 15

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 2 + 1 + 7 + 8

Stubborn little shit.

But, then, so was he.

Now, Ryker was a man who enjoyed being under another lion in the right context, but she wasn't the right gender for the scenario and a little small for his tastes in that thing. So she really needed to get the fuck off him. More to the point, it was a strain on his front end to support both his weight and hers and he could feel the irritating twinge of fatigue creeping into his muscles.

He dipped an inch when he felt her jaws start to close again, so that her fangs would scrape along the surface of thin skin and bone, opening the former but failing to pierce the latter. The second her right paw left the ground - he felt the shift in weight with the paw itself on his blind side - his own right paw would lift and attempt to hook into her left-side ribs as Ryker attempted to twist toward his left and push with the right paw, as her arm hooked around his neck, trying to throw her off him to the ground on her right side. He'd follow her down if that's what it took, he wasn't too proud to wrestle in the dirt.

Ryker vs. @Ludivine
Firnen Rainforest
Round 5 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 17 + 11 + 19 + 7 + 10 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 8 + 16 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 7 + 19 + 1 + 13

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WE'RE BORN INTO THE GRAVE

Should Ludivine win her reign over the rainforest, may their blood be its first offering in its deep drink of its age of terror ensued. Gauthier does not turn to revel in her destruction, nor to Leontine in hers - he focuses, mad and famished, on the series of events that unfold before his jaws. They, ripe with blood and flesh, hunger still eternal; unquenchable and razing, it only ends when he is satisfied with his work and yet — is he ever?

He does not give pause to examine his recent creativities: the split wound on her back, or the carven features of his handiwork on her face. It is only her movement that is paramount as her claws reached just as his own returned to the ground. Instead of pulling away from their swipe, he attempted to move into them as they would slice the tail end of their former cuts across his ribs, sorely deepening few, and endeavored to snap his jaws tightly around the assaulting meaty forelimb before she could draw it back, at a downward angle in an attempt to protect his eyes, maintaining his ears tightly tucked against his skull.

Gauthier vs @Kireena
Minor Maim (tbd) — 4 of 4

Hits

Rolling 9d20: 3 + 2 + 12 + 15 + 10 + 19 + 5 + 7 + 16

Dodges

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 4 + 11 + 16

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 8 + 9 + 6 + 16

The end was near, she could feel the fatigue starting to creep in through her limbs underneath the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. A buzz creeps into her mind, filtering out the noises around her as her mind screams— This is it, finish him!

Paws wrap around his neck and secure a hold, preventing her from fully tipping over, just mere seconds before his own paw lifts and he begins to arm wrestle her into the dirt below. A hiss as claws dig their way into her left ribs, but their damage is minimal when more effort is put into his push than anything. Weariness forces her to submit to the shove sideways, although she attempts to keep her hold on his neck to try and pull him down with her.

Perhaps they both know — whoever rises first, is the winner.

Ludivine vs @Ryker
Firnen Rainforest — V of V

Hits

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 1 + 18 + 11 + 13 + 9

Dodges

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 13 + 3 + 11 + 20 + 2 + 14

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 9 + 19 + 6 + 18

Kireena could tell by the snarling that some things were coming to an end, and as Gauthirs fangs sank into her leg, she would attempt to snap her own fangs over his muzzle, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. The blood that coursed down her hide staining the grounds of Firnen would not be the only blood she would spill on these lands she was sure. The red giant would try to keep her balance on the remaining three limbs, knowing that to yank her leg from his jaws would leave her with even worse scars or a broken limb. Still, she would fight as viciously as she could in the defense and protection of her home. The red woman. Could scent the dirt that heralded Wolfbron rising to mingle with the wet scent of Firnen and the metallic of the blood that was spilled. At least should Ryker fall..she would know the children were going to be in good paws. Kireena -vs- @Gauthier -for- Minor Maim (TBD) Round -4- of -4- Hits: Rolling 7d20: 15 + 10 + 11 + 13 + 17 + 2 + 12 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 9 + 3 + 18 + 5 + 15 + 11 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 14 + 16 + 19 + 1 + 13

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