He swore and shouted. Two other lionesses shouted and tried to bring sanity and reason to the madness. And yet...nothing improved. Nothing stopped. No reasonable heads prevailed.

Instead more attacks rolled on, and the battle it all centered around in by the water ended with a crack and a slow, nightmare inducing style of ending. That image was going to stick with him. Even if he ran from his position, he would not have made it in time to stop the events - if it were possible.

Instead, with ears flattened against the screams for 'mama' the young male looked about the field and noticed one large male apparently carefully carrying a child to safety. Or so he assumed from the defensive alert posture and the fact the youth was not objecting.

He jogged over, ears still flat - defenses of his own lifted - and a slightly haunted look in teal eyes I'll help.. he said quietly to the lion before moving to try and guard the male's rear and flanks as the trio aimed to slip from the area. Dayin wished he could do more, but what more was there to be done?

He would need to seek out Cassandra and talk later...

-Attempted exit guarding Reti & Aneistri

code by corvus

icefang

The snack was delicious and the show was entertaining as another comes along to casually ask the state of things. Blue orbs turn to @Svea as she licks her lips. That's the best part, she rumbles as a brow quirks at the stranger. Want a bite? she offers before quickly turning her attention to the fight as Etain chuffs a greeting before quickly throwing herself into the fray. At this she stands up, quickly dropping the zebra leg as her blue orbs focus on the mass of children as Etain immediately aims for one. She recalled Amara stating that Andal was an enemy and she quickly pieces together that perhaps this was the male that had initiated the death match that she had missed previously. It isn't long before Elaine shows up, attacking another Andal member.

The battles begin to increase and Icefang watches intensely as Aeisterios delivers the killing blow and the lioness he was engaged with ceases moving beneath them. Screams and cries follow especially from the children and she watches with delight as Etain wins her battle and comes back over to slump near her. We are not done, she growls softly to the girl as her blue orbs roam those that remain looking for a target of her own. This was an opportunity for her to get on the Dieudonne's favorable side. They were against this male right? She can only assume from the chaos that the cubs were likely his. She likely taps @Etain with a paw before beckoning her skull at @Eidolon Try to take that one. I wish to bring Amara a gift, she commands before launching herself into the fray.

It was a risk at this stage to put herself into battle, but her greed for power pushed her forward as she locks her sight on @Iritrios and charges the cub head on as she attempts to slam a paw on his spine and force him to the ground. You're coming with me! she snarls, saliva dripping from her bared fangs.

@Icefang ♔ vs. @Iritrios
For theft of Iritrios
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 13 + 1 + 15 + 19 + 12 + 11 + 5 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 4 + 8 + 5 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 18 + 20 + 1 + 4

ART & TABLE BY AURORA

The pines, they often whisper

They whisper what no tongue can tell

Drip. Drip. Drip. That steady drip of life essence from darkened brow into for the moment blinded dual toned gaze was all there was. Screams and cries had faded into the background, became nothing more than muffled murmurs. Everything was faded, yet so clear at the same time.

At first nothing else registered. But eventually her focus fully returned. Though blood blinded her right eye, the left was burning with the white hot inferno that raged inside her. Anger and hatred not having faded but only having grown with each passing moment. With one gulp she devoured the piece of ear she'd still been holding onto and within the same swift motion she rose to her paws again. The battle was over, at least the 'main attraction'. Only this time no blessing from any deity had breathed life back into the deceased. But she didn't have time to think about that.

With a deep growl she nodded to @Icefang ♔. "He would make a nice gift." No other words were spoken as the near colossal lioness stormed towards her target. She made no attempt to stalk @Eidolon or hide herself. No, once the youth was alone, she came galloping towards him, blood stained fangs bared. "You're mine now," she hissed before her fangs aimed to close around the back of his neck in an attempt to tear him off his paws.

Etain vs. @Eidolon
Theft of Eidolon
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 13 + 20 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 13 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 8 + 19 + 2 + 9

code by corvus

And it'sx my whole heart, xxweighed and m e a s u r e d xxxxxxxxxxx i n s i d e And it's an old scar, trying to bleach it out

No amount of yelling from the witch would come to fruition, the peach woman merely being reduced to watching them all shred the children below without remorse from below her dark cloak. To fight any of the summit or Brook bunch would be treason... To raise a claw would make her no better. She wanted to just help those that had been torn to their satisfaction and leave, to vanish from this all and leave it behind. To finally make her way towards the cove and settle into retirement and silence.

The fighting would continue, the center of it all coming to an unexpected end as the Saxe king snapped the former queen's spine as if it were nothing more than mere driftwood, the colossal shred of a man that remained proceeding to put her down like she were nothing more than a mere inconvenience. The sound made the witch flinch, quickly she removed herself the the stone perch and began to weave through the crowd, away from the death she had witnessed. She could not bear to see the woman's body, bear to thing of all the death she had just endured.

IZN'T ZIS ENOUGH!?.......ZHE WAZ ZE ONLY ONE BRAVE ENOUGH TO TRY AND CHANGE ZE ZAXE!

Slowly, the priestess's two toned gaze would peer from beneath her hood towards where the carnage lay; a tiny lilac lioness had draped herself across the abyss queens corpse like a blanket, a look of pure anguish wrought from her face. Ugh. Arachnae shuddered, shaking her head, trying to turn away. This isn't my business she assured herself.

Pleaze... Zomeone help... Zhe waz ze only one I ever loved....

Ah. Fuck.

The witch would whip around, making quick approach with her head down, trying to keep the sun out of her eyes and off her face. Her gaze landed upon the form of @Sunder claiming theft of the grieving fae, the all too familiar scent of Caladan upon her pelt. Ironic... Wasn't it? If the priestess was to help, she was certain her lover would be needed; but she had no desire to keep either of the lionesses from their fates after that.

She first aimed to approach the unknown cove woman and talk it through with her, that was until the Brook sovereign stepped to her side in support. She didn't fear @Cassandra, she simply wasn't certain how this was going to be taken in her eyes. In the end, the witch would circle around to stand beside the dead and grieving pair, lowering her head to assure to tiny woman. I will help. She stated simply.

The cloaked lioness would peer up at the two leaders as much as she could without exposing her skin the the light, dipping herself in a polite bow. Though she knew not who Sunder was; she knew her position certainly was significant enough for Cassandra to support her. Blessings be, your magesty, and Madame. She would begin, awkwardly. I'm a priestess, I simply wish to help these two before they are possibly parted until the others death. To help at least one find peace. She would state, I don't wish to keep anyone from your claim, that is not my business. My business is with the gods, the injured and the dead. Ruby and sapphire gaze would peer between the two beneath her shadows, anxious to have thrown herself right into the middle of it all. She was too old for this dumb shit.

The Caladan woman would gain her focus once again, thinking of a way to perhaps make this easier. I plan to seek a place in the cove pride very soon... I wish to settle, and the ocean means much to me. I can bring the girl to you when I am through. The witch offered. But I must make haste.

who's a heretic now?

code by loki - art by Aurora

when we met there must have been dark signs, omens in your skies

He is undeniably late. Late because he could not bring himself to face yet another death match between his father and another. But to realize it was instead with his mother, the very woman that birthed him and ruled at his father's side. The favorite wife, the favored wife, or so he had thought. It shocked him even more that it had been his mother to initiate the call for his father's death. All around him his siblings screamed, shouted, fought. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say to stop what was happening. Just as he could not comfort fearne he could not comfort them now. Unlike the previous DM, Orei does not hide away this time. He does not fear the consequences his presence may bring to him. He only wishes to witness and be present for the death of either of them. He knows he is a target, but inside he is so numb, so void of emotion. So tired of feeling that he can't bring himself to care. Let them scar him or steal him as others tried to do to his siblings, they would only be beating down someone already broken.

The terrifying crunch of his mother's back as Aeistrios drains the life from her, echos in his skull long after it has ended. He sits there, staring and staring, frozen in place, frozen in time. He wishes for that same miracle that had been granted to Fearne's mother. But with each passing second, he loses hope. Perhaps he should have known there would be no miracles for them. Not after everything they both had done. For his mother was no more innocent that his father was. His heart seized with betrayal, but could he fault his father for simply defending himself? Could he fault his mother for seeking to save the children he had unleashed on the world? There was not a simple or easy answer.

Slowly he rises to his paws seeking to move towards his mother's lifeless body, only after his Father had moved away from it. Tears pour down his cheeks, he is not afraid to hide them. He knows Renfri would not have approved. He wanted to be the cold and calculating son they wanted, he wanted to be able to compartmentalize and move on. But he could not. He lets his forehead rest against her own, drinking in her warmth one last time.  "Goodbye. We will meet again one day." He whispers, staying for one more moment with their foreheads pressed together before he breaks the contact. He slowly backs away from her, unwilling to turn his attention away from her lifeless form. Still hoping and praying for a miracle he feared would never come.


 "speech." 

code by corvus, squishy by Drifty

Orchid had never felt such a pain and simultaneous numbness at once before, never felt like there was someone in this world she simply could not move on without. She couldn't do this, no.... No, no....

She failed to accept was was before her, beneath her even, the crumpled broken body of the one and only she could say she loved. Renfri was still warm, and the absence of a heartbeat was liminal. An unrealistic facade trying to mask reality. But it was reality.... And all she could do was sob tears into the blood stained fur of her lover, the feeling of her growing colder digging a pit in the lilac fae's chest.

Shadows grew longer over her, the towering form of a lioness speaking perfect common tongue and yet Orchid felt as if she were trying to hear underwater. When the second lioness came, bloody and battle scarred, the bubble around her popped, and she began to tremble with fear once again. She understood now, what was going on. Like many of the Saxe children, she was being taken as a trophy. It was safer, behind the bars of someone else's prison. But she could not leave her, she could not got on without RENFRI.

The tiny woman cradled her beloved's chilling corpse tighter, a fresh wave of tears rolling from her face, P-pleaze... I c-can't.... She stuttered, her voice beyond meek. When the cloaked woman appeared, Orchid felt as if she would faint.

I will help.

That is all that would be spoken to her from the mystery feline, the larger lioness's attention focuses rather on the two opposing. The French noble barely managed to comprehend what it was the cloaked stranger was saying she was to do.... But it hit her far too hard. A burial, this priestess was going to put her beloved beneath the dirt for all eternity, wasn't she?

A new wave of grief washed over her, the lilac fairy realizing just how little power she had in this world. Just how little any of them had meant. They were all just ants to Aeistrios, and Renfri had been the one to rise and try to end his tyranny. And now Orchid was to watch her hero, her heart, and her soul be buried; til death do they part. I will go. She wept, pleading to those around her, Pleaze I juz need.... I need... Her mind fogged as her eyes once again well with fresh tears, the Noire matriarch finding herself unable to do anything but wail her sorrows and she tucked herself close to the abyss fallen.

@Cassandra @Sunder

"All you'll do is keep this going. Do you think any of us are allowed to just back down?" To give up? To let them just win and be done with it? Did she really think there was any true victory here? "Do you think any of us taken prisoner will lie down and accept it?" He knew most of his siblings enough to expect them to cause as much trouble as possible while held captive in other prides. Elio wasn't a strategist, though, so he couldn't say for sure whether it was better to spread his family out or let them contain themselves to one place.

Teeth found his ear again, a new level of pain blazing through it a second later. Hot, searing, followed by a heated flood as blood poured from the torn half that remained attached. Elio's face scrunched in a silent snarl, his breath caught by the agony of losing a piece of himself. And when it finally came back, his voice was breathy, pained, "But I asked for dad to be spared, and he was. So maybe you don't fully understand them." He stumbled back a step, the throbbing from his ear spreading to envelop the left side of his head and starting to creep down the side of his neck.

Finally, he had a chance to get a look at the chaos that had broken out, finding siblings scattered. It seemed they were all surrounded, and Elio sighed, tired. His gaze landed on what remained of Renfri and he supposed he should feel something for her, but he didn't understand what had happened, why it had been her voice calling for his father's death. If they'd ever had more of a connection, maybe he'd feel bad, but right now all he wanted was answers.

Spotting his father's wounded form, he'd turn and move toward the man, falling in at his side as if to offer support should it be needed, though he figured both of them knew full well Elio wouldn't actually be able to support his weight. At the very least, should his father find himself unable to continue, Elio could run ahead and fetch Andal's healer.

-attempting to exit with/help @Aeistrios-
@Cassandra

code by corvus

His silence turns to surprise as he watches the form of Renfri fall.

Surprise - mixed with relief, for that was not his mother and it hadn't been his father. Instead, the abyss form of Renfri lay lifeless, sorrow and mournful cries ring into the air. His siblings were heartbroken - some of them, but Reistrios can only suck in a breath of air that seems to bring his lungs and mind back to reality.

His father was alive - and he needed help.

He watches @Elio take off in the direction Aeistrios exited in, and the boy makes quick work in an attempt to follow his older brother, all up until he heard the voice of @Astrate call out. We will rid this land of his seed!

Reistrios was starting to figure out being softer was making him vulnerable.

She plows into him, jaws scrapping across his scruff as he had instinctively lunged forward from her. To hell he'd let her grab his spine after he just saw Renfri's get shattered. Instead, he grimaces at the cut that form on his back, and continues to try and sprint off in the direction Elio and Aeistrios went.

@Reistrios vs @Astarte for theft

escape attempt 1 of 3:

Rolling 1d10: 7

@Ciara VS. @Refieron FOR Refieron
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siofera saxe

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Everything hurt. Over and over it hurt. She was still in pain from the first maim she'd been in, and now she had to deal with this one. It was ridiculous. Alas, there was nothing to be done about it. All of the Saxe children were getting a crash course in combat whether they liked it or not. At least she enjoyed fighting, though she was coming to realize that she wasn't particularly suited for it. At least not yet. Perhaps she needed even more practice, or perhaps she simply needed to be given the chance to grow (not that she was going to get much bigger). There wasn't any point in wishing for either, though.

She was shaken ruthlessly, and once again she was reminded of how Cassian fought. For just a second she found herself wishing that she could take lessons from him since it seemed that the only ones she found herself fighting were lions as large as him. Then she promptly tossed that aside because no way was she asking him for help with his already inflated ego and she needed to focus.

She attempted to sink her claws into Isla's right cheek again, hoping that she could get her to let go but not holding her breath for that.

Siofera vs. @Isla ♔
for Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 5 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 16 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 16 + 12 + 2 + 10

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art by moogle | code by scorpixia♡︎