Fatal Pleasure
Thunder clapped through the skies overhead, and the pit was victim to the onslaught of a brutal Winter storm. Snow fell heavily, similar to that of a blizzard, the visibility low beyond belief. Aeistrios felt as if he had lost both his eyes by not being able to peer that far ahead of him, but luckily for him Iofiel had repaired his maim. Patched him up well enough to allow Aeistrios to feel the confidence of being able to do more. The Saxe was very aware of the enemies on each side of him; aware of the endless nights to come of fighting and defending. He could not conquer them all in a single swipe of his paw... but he could begin to eliminate them one by one. @Morrigan would be first. He'd not forgotten the pact that @Cassandra had broken with her challenge for the Brook, displacing his family and forcing Aeistrios to claim another land for his blood. He'd not forgotten anything from that span of time, and he was itching to get revenge for what the Summit had done to Renfri; holding her captive. Pushing a bridge between them for a decent span of time that had weakened them. Now, he was renewed with the desire for vengeance, and not even the deepest wounds on his body would slow the Saxe down. He had informed Renfri of his motives, the change from waiting until he saw the Summit Queen forming into the desire to end her before anyone else had the chance to end him. She understood, of course his wife understood, but he wasn't so sure about all the others. Regardless, this was his job as Saxe King. Protect his family - his blood - the ones he'd built up from nothing. He had piled enemies on top of enemies, and he was ready to help wipe them out slowly, so that his children had it easier in building and conquering their own pieces of Amaryllis. Even if he died here today - he had no doubt the soils would be haunted by him forever. A slick layer of snow pelted ontop of his back, and the plum color of his pelt wrapped in with the hint of snow. Aeistrios maneuvers forward further, to the center of the pit he knew so well. He had wanted to go to the Summit directly, maybe even into the depths of their homes and show the Illyrians just how wicked he could be, but he settled for the idea of having a crowd see his glory. Let them understand the depths of his power, and the meaning in his threats - Aeistrios did not spew nonsense to just speak it. He followed through, and cared about nothing in the process. It was him alone in the ring, the air chilling his lungs as they burned from the cold air, and at the end of it... he hoped it was him alone, with a body at his paws. Only one of them would live, and he had every intention of bleeding her out dry in front of her family. Another moment passes - the storm growing worse, and he feels the sting now of the snow pelting onto his back. Lips peel backwards, and finally does a dooming roar flow from the dark depths of his chest. The sound joins into the mix of the storm, a rightful place for such a damning call... and he found himself standing with a malicious grin on his face at the end of it. Let Morrigan come to him. FOR DEATH 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Hits: [roll=#d20] Dodges: [roll=#d20] Luck: [roll=#d20] |
She had known this was coming, but still she couldn’t fight against the dread rising within her as she shadowed him on his journey to the pit, nothing more than a ghost in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. Praying for his success. The winter storm bared down on them, as if the gods themselves knew what was about to take place, the gravity of it. She resented that she would have to stay hidden for this, tucked away in the shadows, but she had to make a sacrifice. If he fell, leadership of the Saxe, of the Oasis, would fall to her, and she would not have him there to back her if things went south. She had warned the children to stay hidden as well, if they came. To not make targets or distractions of themselves. If Aeistrios fell, she would not leave his body to the elements, and she hoped enough of them would be available to her to help drag him back to the Oasis. They had healers on standby, and hoped that, if nothing else, that they would be able to give him a proper burial. As he found his place at the center, she found hers nearby, hidden away. It would have been safer to stay home, more secure to ensure someone was there to lead, but hell would freeze over before she missed this. While there was a chance he would lose, there was just as great of a chance that he would win. That this day would bring more glory and infamy to the Saxe than anything else they’d done before. This could be the day the Summit finally fell beneath them.Renfri is actively hiding and cannot be found due to sleuth perks! |
A silver sentinel against the dreary backdrop of the sky. Though he had no personal dog in the fight, he knew so little about either Morrigan or Aeistrios that stood calling for her head, he would be here for those that came. For those that relied on the crowned womans broad shoulders for protection. Amandil didn't hide - but neither did he make himself overly known. Silent.. Observant. Amethyst gaze passing over those that were drawn to the promise of violence like flies to a corpse.
Amandil is open to any and all interactions.
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Death. Like moths to flame they would come, himself included.. though his interest was far more obvious. He was excited for the call, to watch a serious battle where one would die, but he also knew that Faustine was there. Ya know, since he had been a complete stalker and been following her since he crossed her scent in the pit.
Fresh but healing wounds would twinge as he moved along the shadows following Faustines trail, his paws falling in her own paw steps. Arriving on seen, two stood and one was his girl. Goosebumps would cause his fur to bristle as he forsook the shadows in favor of being next to her. Boldly stealing the space to her right. Even more boldly, his shoulder would attempt to brush along her side.
"Fancy seeing you here." He murmured quietly, offering a playful wink before turning his attention to the others that were making their way in. One ear trained on @Faustine while the rest of his attention was alert and observing. Ready if it became a shit show. I swear I’ll kill any cub I’m asked to babysit. he thought to himself as his heart raced, pumping adrenaline and excitement through his veins.
She travels fast through the land towards the pit, her eyes squinted against the severity of the storm and when she arrives there- she sees him. Her gaze fixes on @Aeistrios and her lips curl into a snarl of fury. She only sees two others there- a lioness she doesn't recognize, and a male she does, and another she doesn't, but none of the vermin he normally is associated with. Eisa's approach down into the pit is paired with her lashing tail, the leg that has mostly healed but still... twinges when she steps, and yet her pace is strong- her head is high.
"I cannot wait to watch her kill you." She snarls, and it is clear that she will support no one other than her grandmother. Morrigan cannot be beaten, can she? Not the strongest female that she has ever known? She does not believe that she can be beaten or broken. She stands to the side, waiting for Morrigan herself to arrive, watching- and hoping for someone to sink her teeth into- for someone to damage for someone to potentially take from him.
Vellen. Maua. Protect Morrigan. Let this bastard fall.
**Eisa is in the process of joining CC, so her pride status is vauge.
Settled atop a rock just by the borders, she'd heard the call. It wasn't unusual to hear them now, but this one was different. And it was that difference that called her attention. How...intriguing.
By the time she'd crossed the landscape, nothing had happened yet. And so, the pale bronze lioness settled on the side, tail lashing against the ground, claws flexing against stone, dragging against it. Dual toned eyes wandered, lingering on the plum male, a snarl twisting her features. But eventually it landed on those who started arriving. Floppy ears remained laced back as the scarred beast circled the outer rim, claws occasionally dragging against the stones.
And eventually she stood near @Eisa, glancing at her. The lioness' words brought a growling laugh from the near colossal bronze girl. "Oh I would enjoy seeing that as well. She'll rip him to pieces, hopefully."
+5 Observe a fight (Aeistrios vs Morrigan) +5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws on stone) +5 Learn a new fighting move (potentially)
The Crow was not here to participate this time, lacking in any contract to motivate. He had come only to observe, a small turtle shell filled with the remainder of his wine brought with him, a soft pelt of beautiful white fur donned like a cape to keep the short-haired lion warm. The rest of the band could come along if they wished, though he had made no summoning call for any of them. Should he be absent from their company, perhaps another would occupy a seat beside him.
Life as harsh as it could be molded lions in so many ways and in so many routes that there werent two exact individuals with the same challenges and internal fights. With equal views of the world, they forcefully had to live and move along with And Celestis' own upbringing shaped how she threaded through eveyr aspect of life. She rose to be strong and be her own savior. She owed nothing to anyone, not even to her own blood. Seeking a new life, a life to start from the scraps of her former one, Celestis had traveled numberless miles and even continents. Sareching for a place of her own. Laying and deceiving her way out of danger, using her resourceful and advantageous mind to enjoy life with less waste of energy and safety. Today, as a storm rose above their heads, the quiet Celestis made her way through the mud and waste of this brand new place. Eyes of shiny silver travel carefully through the way ahead. Until she heard a roar, her eyes narrowed as she quickly rolled into the mud, wanting to hear her scent and disguise her frame. She knew nothing of these lions, and thus it would be stupid to simply walk around, inviting attacks or worse. Hidding behind a big boulder, she poked her head slightly, watching a massive lion who didnt seem to have a friendly face at this time. Celestis is hidding +10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (possible) +5 Infiltrate a group thread without getting caught (possible) +5 Practice hiding your scent +5 Practice disguising your appearance |
Although the storm obscured most, it did not hide time. Aurochs knew he was still early. First, he peered out from the rim. The lone figure there was indeed alone. Waiting with a coating of snow, it seemed he had been there a long time. Aurochs wondered how long he had waited before sending up that dread call. From this distance and through the storm, he couldn't tell anything other than that this male was giant and dark-colored. The voice, doomed, there was something familiar in it - but Aurochs took that to be an aspect of his own mind, wanting to be part of the violence as participant instead of onlooker.
Speaking of onlookers - that sour smell of something fermented came to his nostrils, and he frantically huffed and spun and paced in several different directions (once passing right by @Fissure, but coming back) before he found the source. "Such a beautiful sight," he chuffed amenably, but his face in a leer often seen by one seeking vice. This one was rich. Coated in beautiful white fur. Perfected alcohol at his paws. Rich lions could spare a little charity, could they not? "Blood and wine. Can I bum a sip?" just as the storm obscured the identity of the plum usurper of the Plains, it also disguised the smell of the Band. You know, the Band. The Band he had tried to take someone prisoner from. Oops.
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