There is a strange crackling sensation that ripples through him as he stands there watching Morrigan battle. It is eeriely familiar, gnawing at the corners of his consciousness. Nero doesn't understand the heaviness of it and can't place its origin, but his eyes sweep the area to seek the source. Among the sea of faces, he finds nothing. It almost feels like she's there..

But she is not. She is dead. @Ghyslaine is flesh and blood, present, stepping alongside him and asking about the girls. Nero shakes his head. "Not yet, but they will be. Morrigan is.." his voice trails off as he catches sight of @Maven, her expression unreadable. It's clear to him not everything is well between mother and daughter, but that's not exactly his priority at the moment. "Sersie could be here any second. We need to stay vigilant. Are any of your kids here?" He doesn't say other kids intentionally, choosing what he feels is a more neutral path. He doesn't see any small Ghyslaines, however, so he allows his attention to drift back to Maven just as @Capucine arrives.

"They're both here now. I'm headin' over there." Nero inclines his head towards her inquisitively, the unspoken question on his lips of whether or not she will join him. Either way, he doesn't wait too terribly long after her answer before attempting to nudge her neck reassuringly and turning to pursue the girls.

When he arrives in all his fucked-up glory, the lion pauses. "Stay alert for a lioness with three legs. Your aunt is back and she is out for blood." He swallows over the lump in his throat before he turns to the death match, though to be honest he can barely pay attention. "Morrigan will win."

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she watches intently as the king and queen clash over and over, her now with lacerations in her armpit that would make each step a firey agony and he - the demon who so readily haunted her nightmares - with too few wounds for her liking. magdalena's teeth bare, a soft glint in her thicket with each arc of lightning that tears across the sky. she wants nothing more than to see him mangled, torn limb from fucking limb. the crimson siren-song clouds her vision, the crunch of aeistrios' limb and rattling of her lungs a incessant war drum as her claws squelch into the juiced fruit below. talons come out glistening, coated in the toxin. she juices the next berry in the same way, pressing her weight onto it gently until it gives and becomes soft and pliable. then the claws on her other foreleg do the same, pressing into the yielding flesh to be coated as well.

with that, magdalena starke is ready. her father had not tucked her, rohan, and arion into bed so early without ulterior motives. she had stalked behind him after some time, watching as his tracks were joined by another, both criss-crossing the land and winding in a far loop around the pit. this was where magdalena had split from the two of them, coming to see the beginning of the challenge, to see how much of his ragged brood had been distracted here. her job is done, with the simmering of war threatening to boil over once again, the girl gently backs out of her thicket so as to not disturb the spindly branches that have hidden her. with the next bone-break crack of lightning, magdalena is gone.

exit mags

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@Elaine VS. no one FOR @Seifrienriosa
— DEFAULT —

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ELAINE HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR THEFT OF Seifrienriosa!

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She wanted to weigh just as much as that gigantic male who fought now in the center, but she could tell she lacked the muscle mass. Too much fluff, not enough gains. She pushed down, but not enough to keep the girl from quipping back and snaking toward her stomach. Of all the parts of her, her stomach was the least sexy. Really, why there? She was innocent, or naive enough, to not understand the appeal of sheer physical pain. She wanted to torment. She wanted to be a subject. She wanted to live free in someone's head. This required some measure of... subtlety, and one-sided sheer revenge seemed tasteless.

She snarled, lips rising and fatigued breath peeling past them with a weird whistle. Hind limbs stomped backward awkwardly, taking slivered bite marks to the front of one knee and horizonal blood stripes across the top of her stomach. It was difficult to weigh the other down when trying to retreat; she abruptly gave up on trying to use her paws, and tried to just... flump her chest down along the back of the other's neck. Yes. That might work. And if not, at least she was tired, and warm from all this exertion. Maybe fighting could be invigorating. At least in the cold.

@Eisa vs @Toblerone
Minor maim
4/4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 18 + 19 + 6 + 8 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 7 + 11 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 14 + 13 + 20 + 6

Through the daze of yet another potential concussion, Morrigan felt the white heat of his claws and his paw crunched between them, driving his talons deeper into her flesh, the blood pooled warm and wet against the icy storm, but the Greyflood would not relent. Could not. Not even through the ache of her pounding skull, each drumming heartbeat leaving her life source staining the earth below them for all to see. Even as she sees his jaws coming for her face once more, she choose to attempt to push closer, to further damage that paw and force him backwards... even as her jaw puncture deep above and below her eye, dangerously close to the molten silver orb. Teeth scrape against bone, but still Morrigan locks her hind limbs into ice and stone and pushes against the exhaustion beginning to threaten her older limbs.

@Morrigan vs. @Aeistrios
For DEATH
Round V / VII
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 12 + 2 + 6 + 16 + 20 + 15 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 17 + 7 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 13 + 9 + 3 + 7 + 19

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His limb becomes numb - the sensation lost in his paws, and instead there is an odd tingling that he cannot quite escape. Aeistrios is unsure if it is just from the heat of battle, from the surge of pain from his newest injury - or if it was a deeper problem he'd have to worry about later on. He did know, however, she managed to make his balance sway and another twist and shove on his paw caused a pained growl from his lips. He released her completely as he was forced back a solid few feet. He glowers at her, before his head dives lower between his shoulders, and Aeistrios attempts to throw his wounded paw out at her face for distraction, the rest of his body following in an attempt to crash into her right back, hoping to gain an advantage over her with his weight. It was time to snap one of her bones. "When I kill you," words pant from in-between all of his attempted movements, for Morrigan only, "I am going to kill your daughter next, and then your granddaughter." AEISTRIOS VS @Morrigan FOR DEATH 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Hits: Rolling 9d20: 14 + 3 + 7 + 10 + 20 + 11 + 1 + 6 + 15 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 17 + 20 + 13 + 14 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 20 + 1 + 10 + 17 + 16 -- DMs waive wounded rolls!

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Against all good sense and survival instinct, he'd been rooted to the spot atop one of the lower hills that marked the death of Freyr's foothills for some time. First to watch the storm roll in, and then to experience it first-hand. Thunder and snow were a rare enough combination to be interesting, and there was something thrilling about feeling the cold seep in, weaving it's way under one's fur and needling into pawpads and the sensitive skin of the nose.

The sound of some sort of commotion finally registered around the same time as he was considering whether the tips of his ears had frozen or not, and when it might be time to return to the relative shelter of the swampland he'd chosen as a home. And the sound of battle would always be a stronger siren song than any hint of nature's fickle moods.

By the time he arrived - curious, but unaware of any deeper conflicts or connections - things were well under way. Xaphan positioned himself nearer to the edge of the arena, so he could peer down, a small, slow, smile forming the longer he watched the two battle below.

Oh this was vicious, would he get to watch someone die today?

- observing but open to interactions/fights/whatever -

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She would manage to bowl over the youth, but he would move just out of her reach again. A lift of her lip showed the queen's frustration at the situation, and she wanted nothing more than an outlet to take her frustration out on. While he didn't understand why she wanted to take him from the Oasis, Cassandra had intended to do so to make that bastard and his bitch hurt. Make them suffer the way she had suffered. "His supporter took my home from me - I was only repaying the favor." She snapped, tail lashing as his paws slapped at her.

"Your father thinks women beneath him. Tries to take whatever he wants, hurts children." Cassandra snapped again, her annoyance at the situation showing visibly. However, his next words would catch her attention. His father wouldn't come and get him, and would expect him to fight his way out. "I'm giving you the chance to be free of him now. Come with me, and you won't have to worry about being abandoned for something like this." Cassandra hissed, aiming to speak for only the yearling as she spoke. Pushing herself to a standing position, her ear flicked back as she heard @Amara's words. As much as she would like to send the young ones home, she knew Oaken likely couldn't make it back to the Brook on his own - and she knew her colossal son wouldn't want to go back home with his grandmother's life on the line.

Looking back to @Elio, she would start to move away from him. "I've given you the choice. Its up to you what you do with it." She said simply before moving away towards the gathering she had just left in time to hear Amara's words to the black star-flecked boy. "The plum bastard declared death to my mother any of her supporters touched any of his supporters. My taking back of the Brook is what started this - but he's had death coming for him since his paws touched this land." Cassandra said, ears pushing back as she spoke.

She would stand back with Amara and her son - waiting to see what would happen and hoping for maybe another target.


ooc note for myself - Cass is -2 hit and -2 dodge dice due to fatigue dice

actions. "speech."

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on one hand, he can see the andal princess and the caladan king's battle headed towards a particularly bloody end. the clashing of their bodies hinted at no mercy from the older man though, to her credit, the yearling was using her smaller size to her advantage. she dives towards him, jaws snapping and looking for purchase after seeming like she may stumble from the push of kvare's paw. blue eyes swing now to the main fight, as the man's teeth knock into the bones that shield morrigan's eye. karsa gasps, ears pinned as he leans forward with a dire need to know if she had lost the eye entirely. he notices aeistrios throwing his paw out while the rest of his body is thrown forward to put more pressure on morrigan. it was clever, at least.

with isla obviously focused on the fight, karsa departs from her side with a last look and curt nod, catching sight of his sister joining the crowd nearby. trying to be inconspicuous, the yearling crosses behind the audience, coming up on @Jazmin and her friends as she asks her question. "i'm not sure, but it doesn't look like he brought many friends with him this time." he says, trying to push a shoulder into jazmin's left flank in greeting as he slides up next to her. on the other hand, illyria had arrived to watch in full force, it seemed. "pretty stupid move if you ask me." though nobody had asked. "even if he wins, he might not get out alive..." karsa leaves his hope that he wouldn't win at all unsaid. morrigan had been nice the one time they had met and nice ladies didn't deserve to die.

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+5 Sneak start a fight/spar

She heard the call for her mother, and no one showed. Watched as her sister got into a fight as she was found, and no one stepped out for her. Seemed like everyone was against them. She probably shouldn't have come here, but she had never known a single Saxe to let fear rule them.

Which meant, of course, that she was the next to be found. Pride goeth, and all that. She did know the boy who crept near, no doubt already smelling her but not yet seeing her. Well, it wasn't like he could do anything more to her than the Mire brats already had. Couldn't take her more of a prisoner. That didn't mean she would take this lying down, though.

She erupted from her hiding spot, a blur of dark fur, her right front paw extended in an attempt to smack that smug look off his smug face.

Siofera vs. @Cassius ♔
for Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 4 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 20 + 12 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 1 + 11 + 3 + 13