There was no crack - but there was a bend, his force yielding her as he aims to shred his claws across the skin that covered her vital spine. Her bodice turned, maneuvering back and targeting his limb that was at her spine. Her fangs tore but no hold was gained, and as she moved to shift backwards, Aeistrios attempted to throw all of his weight forward at her, hoping his chest barreling right into the side of her face, maybe he'd get to break some of her sharp cheek bones.

It was a wonder that he stood - was able to even fight again. Aeistrios Saxe was no weak male, and if he lived... Amaryllis would have more graves to dig.

Aeistrios vs @Renfri
for DEATH
1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 17 + 12 + 6 + 18 + 3 + 14 + 5 + 9 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 9 + 6 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 17 + 3 + 18

((DMs waive wounded rolls))

art by riot/coding by riot

She feels the collision, soft to her bulky frame. She watches as some children are tumbled over and the one she had targeted landing fully onto her back. She moves swiftly, claws gripping the earth as a snarl rips free, but before salivating jaws were able to tear at the soft underbelly of the girl she manages to escape. A swipe at nothing but air causes for a frustrated roar to be released, Isla staring wide eyed and feral around for her next target. She would ignore her pride member fully; they did not understand what she had promised that day. Were they even there? To witness their Queen die?

Screaming and swearing catches Isla's attention then, her body curling so that she were fully facing the girl. "Such a horrible mouth on an equal horrible brood." Her words are spoken in an eerie calm, her body now lunging toward the girl. Isla attempts to close the little distance between them, right forepaw lifting to attempt a full on whack to the girl's left side of the face, claws unsheathed and ready to tear into heated flesh.

Isla no longer saw children, she saw impudent nuisences who needed snuffed out.


Isla vs @siofera
for minor maim
round i/iv
hits

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 19 + 15 + 6 + 1 + 2

dodges

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 7 + 13

luck

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 13 + 10 + 11 + 1

** -1 hit and dodge due to fatigue

ART BY NAVARRE, CODE BY DEE

Siofera breathed out in relief as her sister squirmed out from under the woman's grasp, able to free herself from her clutches. And then the woman turned on her, just as she'd hoped when she'd started yelling at her. If any of them were going to be attacked, she wanted it to be her. It was the only thing she could think of to keep them safe. So, even though her right ear still stung from where part of it had been separated from her, she welcomed the woman's spewed vitriol.

You aren't the most delightful creature yourself, she spat back, bracing herself for the impact that was headed directly towards her like a steamroller.

Fighting Cassius not once but twice had given her a bit of experience in fighting someone so much bigger than her, so she knew enough to turn her head with the blow to lessen it somewhat, though claws still tore into her cheek, sending searing pain through it and no doubt drops of blood flying off to the side. Siofera would then attempt to whip her head back in time to clamp her jaws around Isla's ankle, attempting to get a hold there.

Siofera vs. @Isla ♔
for Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 19 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 1 + 18 + 5 + 17

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of blood, violence, violence towards cubs, & distressed cubs

The Saxe girl was able to escape from the vicious Illyrian. Her body ached, however, and all she could do was try to catch her breath between sobs. She could hear all the chaos around her. Her parents fighting each other, and her siblings yelling and screaming. It was all too much for the girl. She was simply too soft for this. Around her, it seemed like her world was crumbling, falling apart.

She wanted to go home. All the blood on the ground, the violence, it was awful, terrible. And above all, it was dangerous and unsafe. Nobody was around to defend her this time, and that scared her too.

"I... I can't do this." she finally said. She wasn't sure who she was talking to, her siblings, maybe herself. "I'm going home. I'm scared, and everything hurts," she said, tears spilling down her cheeks. With that, Reina would try to slip away from the scene, towards the direction of the Oasis.

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[exit Reina]

art by drifty | code by scorpixia♡︎

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Ciara wasnt a fighter of name and trade but she wanted to help her father get revenge. And for aslong as she had the rank to do so she was going to steal members for the Mire. She marched close to her father, wtachful eyes through the battefield. Searching for a target, and there were many. Many children she could snag, and folloing her sister's example back in their own war she was going to pick anyone looking just like the damned pair of lions no one liked.

And there she eyes them. Cubs in a single spot. Her eyes narrow as she sneaks behind them,practicing her stealth. And finally she goes and attempts to grab @Refieron with her jaws aiming to do so by his scruff while she aimed to place both of her forepaws on each side of his rib wantint to strain his movement. Now it was his turn to be stolen, or so she hoped she could do just like they did before. This cub will be hers.

Ciara vs @Refieron
for theft of Refieron
Move 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 18 + 16 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 14 + 17 + 10 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 11 + 4 + 9 + 12

code by shaz - line art by Graylynx colored by Shaz

i'm ready for the fight, and fate

tw for mention of SA, death, revenge, etc


there was a plague set loose on these lands. a plague with the last name of saxe. monsters far worse than any other he knew, a horrid by nature as the ones who drown their own children. alaric had declared war on them and yearned for the day that death came for aeistrios and his wife.

so when the call went out, meant for all corners of the lands? he was damned sure not going to miss it. as his wife suffered the effects of their imprisonment, their torture, he left her under watchful eyes. ensuring she would be well cared for in the mire before he slipped away, a cold fury burning in his eyes.

and when he arrives to find them fighting? husband and wife, with a viciousness that spoke of death? alaric laughed.

he slid up beside @Astarte with a shit-eating grin and a certain emptiness in his eyes. "they raped my wife. they tortured my daughter. i will see them all dead and buried." he snarled, before gesturing at @Siofera "that one is our prisoner, get her back to the mire after isla is through with her." and then he lifted his head and called for the mire, for the starkes. let them bear witness to this madness, and to the second call he looses on the heels of the first.

there are many of his children underfoot, after all. alaric would see them imprisoned the same as they had taken so much from him. he targets the one that siofera had sought to protect, the one that slips away towards the oasis, running scared. she would be the perfect pawn in this explosive war.


Alaric vs. ?
for @Reina
0/3

image by cloudy, code by corvus

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of death of cubs, violence towards cubs, death, violence

Now, lions from Ecrosia were appearing. One yearling girl attacked her brother, and Reina's eyes narrowed. "STOP!" she cried out. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" she screamed. Then, the Ecrosian king would approach. He promised that he would see them all dead and buried underneath the dirt.

Reina's jaws clenched then. "You want to kill children? You're horrible!" she yelled at him. She didn't understand any of it. Why do so many wish for her family to die? It was terrifying, horrible, and awful. Maybe one day when she was older and understood more, she would get it. But even then, she didn't want to die. So the girl tried to escape once again, hoping she would be able to leave.

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Reina vs. @Alaric
Reina is attempting to escape, attempt #1

Rolling 1d10: 3

permission was given by ice to edit the post

art by drifty | code by scorpixia♡︎

Aneistri’s heart was in her throat as she ran, ran with all her might, away from the desert and toward the prairie at the heart of the island. Her mother’s vicious call still looped within her mind, an echoing, disturbing warning that caused the fur on her neck and back to stand on end. She’d heard one such call once already, when her father had left them to fight some lioness who needed to die, an enemy of theirs who needed to be dealt with. But everything about this made absolutely no sense.

They were family. They were meant to stand together.

Why did her mother call for her father’s death?

The little herb pouch that bounced against her chest felt far too light, practically useless, as she finally spotted the gathering crowd, and her wide, purple-blue eyes roved among the figures for those familiar to her. She spotted her siblings soon enough, most huddled together in what looked like defensive stances, one or two already defending themselves from attackers. Her chest burned at the sight of it, just as tears burned her eyes. Couldn’t these stupid strangers just leave them alone??

But at the heart of it all, oblivious really to the audience they were collecting, was her mother and father, Renfri and Aeistrios: the figureheads of the Saxe line. It was an image that simply failed to register for what it was, a battle that would end with one of them dead, a dear parent lost. It couldn’t be this serious. If someone would just step in and stop them, make them think about it, the scene would right itself. They could go back to being strong, capable parents. No one would die.

If she could get to them…no one else was trying…if Aneistri could, she could stop this!

Her features pinched in a look of pained desperation as the plum girl bounded forward, past the onlookers, toward the pitched battle at the center of the crowd. “Stop!” she yelled—begged—blinking back tears as she tried to keep the pair in sight, to not sway her course. “Stop it! Quit fighting, stop!” If they kept going, she couldn’t fix what they would do.

It needed to end now.

(( Someone pls stop her lol ))

code, lineart

Ah. A pride leader shift. Was that truly the reason for the blacklist label, the instigator of the first deathmatch and spark that started this? Reti gave a soft huff. He found it.. pathetic to take such deep offense over something so natural and common as a challenge for land. If one felt offended by such than be strong enough not to loose it in the first place, or, if luck and skill simply failed that day - then take back what was yours. Claiming lionesses? Rude. But also common. Assuming they were not mistreated after being claimed, such may earn negative reputation - but that too was not really worthy of a 'monster' title.

One of them said 'because we are Saxe' ... well, what the hell did that mean exactly? It told him nothing. What did the Saxe DO that inspired this?

The sound of a creature of notable weight swiftly approaching had Reti swiftly on full alert, snapping defenses in place and turning to face the noise just in time to see an attack launched on one of the younger cubs. Fuck. it was delivered in an annoyed, deadpan tone.

The desperate call for help did absolutely nothing to improve the already growing displeasure that was indicated by the rumble in his chest. Get them out.. he called to the yearling he first spoke with. They would not have long. if it would help to use battle terms rather than say 'retreat' then take it and literally run kid. You can not stop that deathmatch, but you might be able to get the younger ones out intact. But it was too late. As he had warned them, the enimies were now coming out of the grass so to speak. They should have ran when he tipped them off. Now childhood stuborness crossed with the foolishness of the lioness fighting to the death to call out to the world - would end up putting the youth in a world of hurt, the grave or both.

Ears flattened to his skull, eyes narrowed as he focused on the large lioness who had gone on the attack, his tail fell still behind him, claws fully unsheathed and legs spreading evenly beneath him. Sneak attacking a little -children- was one of the lowest form of action, if not the worst. Pathetic and sickening. All of them. Prove yourself in actual combat, not this ... pathetic type of hunt.


Reti aimed to try and lurch after @Aneistri , aiming an attempt to grab the child by the scruff and curl a forepaw around infront of her chest in an effort to stall the rush. Stop! You will get killed! Get one of them killed. Or both. Likely both. He needed to get this one out of here. now. He would try to gently lift her by the scruff and with defenses still raised carry her out of the area.

code by corvus

+5 Observe a fight (Aeistrios vs. Renfri)
+5 Observe a fight (Isla vs. Siofera)

+5 Learn something interesting about a pride or family

It was. So damn bright out here. Everick didn't really want to come along to this whatever it was because he didn't really care when it didn't involve his family, but the Sovereign had called and he supposed whatever it was would be more interesting than lazing about the pride all day until nightfall. So he followed, and the scene he came upon was in fact interesting.

He huddled under the somewhat protective shelter of a patch of taller grass as he squinted in the bright sunlight at the chaos unfolding. A couple of fights had already petered out, there were a bunch of cubs a little older than him screaming, a pair of lions fighting by the water, and then another pair of lionesses fighting as well. Bold of the lioness to take on the dark male, he thought. Some women didn't know their place, apparently. He wondered if the man would put her back into it, or if he would prove too weak to do so. Were the man a Rike, he knew what the answer would be, but since he wasn't it was a mystery.

It seemed like they were all related, and mostly in the same pride, and judging by all the yelling and grumbles he could hear, everyone hated them. Pretty impressive to have this many enemies, he thought, not knowing that his family too was considered an enemy to at least one lion currently at the gathering. Fortunately, she was already in a fight and therefore for the moment he was safe.