-not exiting cause drama-

@Léontine's voice rose loud enough for her to hear as she moved to leave and Amara snapped her head toward the lioness with a mild smirk on her face. She couldn't blame anyone for using their native tongue, her family did it all the time but it didn't make the remark any less amusing in the moment.

@Levana's words in the common tongue caught her attention and Amara shook her head. Leave them be. He will be fine. She said but the movement of the new leader's sister caught her attention and Amara turned back to face the gathering. She was tense as the fight started and Amara couldn't help but think of Louve when she lost her eyes. She took a look around, wasn't it near here? She shook the thought from her mind so she could focus on what was happening. She was a bit away from the fight but her gaze flicked between the sisters. She was in an odd spot. She had no idea where things would stand with them, she wasn't willing to start a war with another branch of the family. She didn't need that as well. She also didn't need Ryker to think that she had sent them here to fight him and then his wife._{BG — ART — CODE}

Levana snarled at her lilac son, "" You go with the Bluffs, your siters will need you to protect them."" She commands, her attention is distracted for a moment, but she hears the feet across the grass, barreling towards her and she snarls. The former queen barely has time to react as Léontine surges for her, she sees teeth flash and attempts to dodge by turning just a bit so the womans teeth land on side of her scruff, her body bracing for impact as she attempts to snake her own head around and clamp down on the side of the bitches face.

She stumbles a bit but manages to hold her ground, attempting to dig her claws into the earth and shove herself forward so that she may try to shove the larger woman back.

She can feel blood well up from the wounds, slipping down her throat and coating her fur, se wanted to draw as much blood from the other lioness, as much as she could, she wanted to relish in the taste of her. Eyes roll back as she loses herself in the moment, letting all her worries and cares go to the back as the warrior in her blood steps up, a snarl is given through sharp fangs.

@Levana vs. @Léontine
Major Maim
Round 1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 15 + 17 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 12 + 2 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 7 + 12 + 8 + 3

Trade Master Barb Double Exp

+20 Successfully wound another character in a fight (wounded roll)
+20 Participate in a pride challenge
+10 Get revenge

A crescendo of emotions — like some grotesque symphony, orchestrated just for her. La reine. She's silent as the chaos enfolds before her in response to her words. Hate. Anger. Disgust. She bathes in it, revels in it, and only allows it to fuel her that much more. A twist of blood-soaked lips to reveal ivory incisors still tarnished with the gore of their fallen sovereign.

The mother cries as she grips her child to her breast, wailing like a banshee at the thought of leaving him. The son is more mature, seeing the wisdom in the cannibal Queen's words — interesting. A flick of her tail as salmon-coloured eyes train themselves to @Haider. For in a sea of emotions, a tidal wave of despair, he is the only one to be strong enough to face the waves head on — him, the first prisoner of Firnen. She stores that knowledge in the back of her mind as she wrinkles her face in @Lucifer's direction.

Non, there can only be one.

She doesn't respond further, gaze turning now to the behemoth of a woman, Kireena, after her berating by the obsidian child. Her lips twist viciously, as though poison fouls her tongue, as she realizes the smell of @Gauthier is on her. His blood. She turns her gaze to the devil and sees it is nothing more than a flesh wound, a gaping maw of a scar that will merely add to the rest of his visage. But still, she swells with rage.

“You can find me after.” It's her only answer to @Kireena. Nothing more, nothing less. She allows her rage to remain a palpable taste on her tongue for now, choosing instead to acknowledge her rightful sovereign.

“Mine,” she purrs as she draws ever closer to her goliath, tongue escaping clamped jowls to lap at the blood that puddles grotesquely from the wound to his nose. “My Sovereign.” She finishes her thought — granting him, a place at her side — before she languidly draws herself down his side. Flesh pressed to scarred hide, cursing his body with the gore of the fallen king. Painting him like a canvas — and she, his artist. She grants him the ability to bathe in the blood of their enemy, as though they'd taken on the war together and won.

Their revelry is short lived.

Her skulls snaps away from her bloody haze as her attention focuses in on the crying banshee— “When your death comes, it'll be me laughing on top of your corpse bitch.” Her gaze is solid, and unwavering, as she takes one single step towards @Levana before suddenly @Léontine is once more throwing herself into the fray. Much like Ludivine had done so for her that fateful day. So be it. Let her sister have her fun. But the ex-Queen had made a fateful mistake: she dared to threaten a Dieudonné.

She twists away from Gauthier now, approaching the small, black yearling that her sister had acknowledged just moments before leaping into battle. She stands above him as she peers to watch the fight, momentarily ignoring his brother still at his side.

“Look at your mother,” she rumbles aloud, thoughtful, poison like honey on her forked tongue. “So brash, so arrogant— so quick to leave you behind, to tend to her mate instead. Why, she cares so little for you, that she puts her ego first. Threatening the one that's taken her son hostage, even after the warning that your safety is only guaranteed as long as she plays nice.” Her wicked claws extend and she nonchalantly stretches her paw out in front of Haider's face, his father's blood still on her paw. “I would do what was necessary to keep my child safe — wouldn't you?”

A rustle in the undergrowth and Ludivine whips her head around, only to come face to face with @Amara — again. Hadn't the Wolfbron mutt already crawled back to whence she came?

“Notez que vous êtes maintenant officiellement en train d'entrer sans autorisation,” Do note you are now officially tresspassing. Her only warning.

the woman seems to have eyes in the back of her head and shifts like water before léontine cover the short distance between them. she turns her body, shoving the side of her scruff into the dieudonné's mouth. the pressure on her jaws is immense and she immediately plants her hips to help alleviate the pressure.

levana's fangs flash towards her, next, seeking the side of her face; but they're pressed far too closely together. with léontine's own fangs buried in the side of levana's neck, her own fangs only manage to snap along the side of léo's own. her fangs snap shut on the flesh and fur, pulling skin from muscle, and the dieudonné groans in a sound between a purr and a snarl. the woman pushes back and léontine allows it, using her haunches to absorb much of the impact, putting her half seated. her attack with her right paw seems to have missed and her paw slams back to the earth. her left immediately lifts, swinging up and claws flashing to attempt to rake along her face, aiming once more for her eye. simultaneously, her jaws scissor in levana's neck, chewing like the proverbial dog on a bone, eager to tear flesh and fur to find arteries.

léontine v @Levana
for major maim ( eye removal )
2/5
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 18 + 8 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 19 + 9

(forgot to fatigue-debuff this last time)
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 18 + 3 + 10

EXECUTION FANTASY

+20 (10x2) Learn something about pride/group/family relations
+20 (10x2) Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
+20 (10x2) Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

Well, that was a thing.

Overwhelming numbers were on their side. More smelling of the Bluffs, of some distant dusty land whose façade he could recall worn against granite cliffs. They made negotiations and assurances while blood ran from the little raid. A little raid of three; it was not worth outing his presence just to gossip and gawk, although he became very uncomfortable as the little raid sprang more than a little blood. Savage. This was how things were run in distant lawless lands... this was how soldiers waded through battles, without semblance of finesse or decency. George was also a merciless person but he valued the trappings of society that made him so. There was an art in killing quietly. Even in striking in such a way that everybody knew but nobody could prove. This was slaughter in peasant fields, genocide without the excuse of a proxy war.

It would be enough to make a lesser man sick. It was this certain truth that kept his stomach down. A proper lion kept whiskers stiff and waited for the storm to pass. He could do that. He could reflect on how this was all beneath him and good thing he hadn't wasted sentiment on bonding with what was past. That kid would be scarred, but fortunately he was a boy with spirit. Ryker... he had liked the bloke, but he'd made a poor gamble on keeping Kireena and his alliance with the Bluffs seemed halfdown down the same path. That lady kept repeating, only useful lions - only good soldiers - scrounging for immediate profit, blind to the lifelong loyalty that could be gained from generosity. One could never expect women to be far sighted. Speaking of women, was Sunder still around the Cove? He wanted to tap that.

Indeed - he shouldered himself away and was pleased to note he had no inward reservations about doing so. Good to know he had a strong stomach. He continued to crouch and keep low as he retreated along the gully's course toward the borders and out. Strong stomach aside, he noticed he was shaken. Heightened nerves. He needed a drink.

-exit

She can hear the grown from the woman and as she feels teeth try to shake deeper into her neck, she gives one of her own, teeth vibrating from the noise, the taste was amazing as bloody trickled into her mouth, coating her tongue.

She feels the other woman move as if to sit, she is slightly raised, (cue the sitting like a hooman tiger picture) her teeth are firmly planted in flesh as she attempts to shuffle closer, locked in a bloody grip between them. The lionesses right paw seeks to land and balance her, and Levana can feel the others left paw take is place to swing up towards her face and she growls though fur, attempting to shake her head like a dog with a toy, hoping with the sudden jerking moving she would throw the other off balance and land her blow else where.

While she shook like a dog, she would reach on front paw upward to attempt to claw into the womans shoulder and firmly grasp her then she would attempt to try and launch herself forward with her back paws, then last second throw herself back, attempting to knock the maroon lioness off balance.

@Levana vs. @Léontine
Major Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 3 + 16 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 6 + 15 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 6 + 15 + 5 + 13

As was the whims of the world; change has once again befallen him. Rainhart watches the battle with great interest, pondering the outcome. @Ryker was a seasoned warrior, but quickly it all goes wrong. Such was the way with battle. A single mistake could be one’s downfall. Rainhart sees the intruder unexpectedly victorious and he watches Ryker fall, and Rainhart can see blood welling from his neck. A bad wound. He would need help.

The titan rises with a dark expression, scanning the crowd. @Levana's cry, the scent of blood, Rainhart strides toward it like a shark. He sees the once-queen’s distress and grunts his acknowledgement. “I’ve got him.” Rainhart assures her, the sharp blue of his eyes and colossal form a challenge for any to disagree.

He would need to move quickly; Ryker’s blood was welling fast, and Rainhart no fool. With grasping jaws the dark lion leans to tug him as carefully as he could, away from the rainforest and from danger. Bruises he might have from being dragged, but it would be a small price to pay for ensuring he would not bleed out here and now.

/exit Rainhart helping Ryker, light pp perm by corvus!

code © hinter

maman aurait dû la tuer à l'époque mama should've killed her back then faustine said, seething, with her fur jutting out from the line of her spine. the feralness in her gaze burned hot as she watched the newly crowned high sovereign ascend her throne. of course that bitch would want to drive everyone away. for the first time, faustine felt sorry for the former king, even if he was male, even if he wasn't dieudonne. quand je serai plus vieux... peut-être devrais-je prendre cette forêt tropicale pour moi when i'm older, perhaps i should take the rainforest for myself faustine added, but it was more to herself - a promise - than anything else.

oui, grandmere faustine said with a dip of her head, an action reserved only for amara and for louve. though she wasn't happy about this change, considering a new battle erupted just as she looked up. still, an order was an order and the more she followed it the more her title would be securely hers. faustine turned to the cubs, unsure of whom she ought to direct her gaze at, and said come you lot, i'll take you somewhere nice. no matter what happened, faustine started her journey back to the bluffs. she told them to follow, but if they wanted to stay and suffer the consequences of seeing their mother beaten, then it was on them. [exit]

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((OOC: Sorry for forgetting him in his last post, Corvus! I was rushinnn yesterday D;))

His mother screams - she cries, she snarls and she threatens. @Levana seems to go through a whirlwind of emotions as time ticks on, and Haider can only watch from his laying position, a soft pant still on his features as his brows pull together slightly in observation. He sympathizes for her, she had quite literally just lost everything... her husband was dying and her son was prisoner. Her Kingdom gone. It also made Haider painfully aware of his own position and loss, the bitter taste of it staining his tongue. "Tudom, anya." I know, Mom. He replies to her in their language, accented tones cloaked with exhaustion.

He just wanted to see her safe - why hadn't she left yet? Why hadn't she gone to Father?

@Lucifer protests as well, his brother proving to be a far cry from a helpless child like anyone else might think, too. He and his siblings had venom in their veins and bites ready to kill. His brothers stands by him, such a visible show of support and loyalty and Haider thrives in it. But Mother commands him away, too, wisely - but shortly after she was targeted again. "Mondtam, hogy menj el, anya!" I told you to leave, Mom! He yowls aloud, hoping to reach her ears - but then she is locked in battle against the same one who had maimed him. Haider feels his features sour, bodice slumping into itself as he lays idle in his own puddle of blood and defeat.

Surely everyone in the family couldn't lose their fight, right? Levana would win? It was optimistic thinking, at least...

@Ludivine nears him then, going as far as to stand over his injured form and Haider cannot even deny her that satisfaction. The boy sneers upwards at her, fangs bared silently at her proximity, but her words swirl through his ears. "She did not leave fast enough." He corrects her, black eyes flicking back to his mother's fighting frame. But the rest of her words... why had Levana thrown her threats around so boldly? Had it been emotions, or lack of thought? So far, these enemies hadn't made any threats that they couldn't back up... and they were winning. His safety insurance for his family so far was going pretty horrible.

The paw that was extended in his face, dripping with his father's blood, dangles in his face and Haider seethes. A low rumble in his throat then - and Haider cannot help himself. A glare, a dare, disobedience shining bright and true as he angles his head upwards to look at the woman from underneath her. "What are you going to do then? She defied your warning. She isn't playing nice." His muscles tense, ears pinning back upon his head while he braces himself for any impact to come. That had been the threat of hers - right? Play nice or he was to be harmed. Safety insurance - that so far was moot and meaningless. He was testing her here, though. Pushing her. Trying to see if she'd actually be bold enough to hurt him again in front of everyone, or prove to him her threats were just as weightless as his Mother's.

((Full PP perms to Sil/Ludivine for whatever may be needed! I am open to her doin anythin!))

art by paranoidopossom

Violence begat violence she supposed. Kireena had offered herself to @Ludivine and the others that had come with her to try and ensure the safety of the child that had lain injured. A child, for he may talk a big talk..was still a child until they were two. The red giant stood silwnt as she waited, nodding to the new Queen when she spoke of seeing her later. @Levana once more spoke and had she the ability, Kireena would have thwomped her paw to her face. Like mother like son she supposed...

@Léontine leapt and began a brawl with the once Firnen queen. Her bi colored gaze shifted across the bloody clearing to find another way of saving @Ryker when she saw @Rainhart dragging the dark form away. Good. Someone would need to see to his care...as she would stand sentinel and do her best to see to the care of the children. When @Lucifer also said he wasn't leaving, she bit back the snarl of frustration.

It wasn't until Haider spoke that she finally lost the tenuous hold on her temper and snapped her fangs at him with a snarl. "I know your father instilled a shred of common sense into your skull. Find it, boy. Your mother fights because of her temper. You are a child though you think yourself fully grown. Still your tongue and be quiet for once. I can't protect you from yourself and if you keep going down this path I won't be able to help you. EITHER of you ". Her gaze flipped towards Lucifer as well as her snarled words were spoken.


"Stay silent, let your family escape and heal. That is what your job is now. Provoking your new leaders will only end up with more of YOUR blood staining the ground.". She knew Ludivine would hear her - but Kireena intended to tell the other during their meeting she would do what she could for the children... any children be they Rykers or not. The Vitriol spouted by Haider didn't bother her as she knew he wouldn't understand. Kireena had broad shoulders and would bear that burden without complaints..but if he didn't shut his yap and find that single brain cell of sense bouncing around his skull she wouldn't be able to prevent FURTHER damage

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