His paw slammed into her face, stunning her slightly, but it didn't halt her attacks at all. If anything, it only caused her to focus more; manuvering her paw perfectly. Realization sinks in, and part of him fears it might be a heartbeat too late. Aeistrios always had been the one to be a bit dumb, hadn't he?

He makes his final attempt, looking to thrash his head violently with his hold on her spine, to shake her, to break her, to hear her spine crack underneath his fangs. His limbs tremble, and he has the mind to simply fall. And he does; just as her claws penetrate his skin, just as they begin to sink into his vulnerable stomach, his limbs can't even hold him up any longer. He falls into her lethal blow, and he can only hope his jaws had been quick enough to severe her spine before she could gut him beyond repair.

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

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 13 + 7 + 18 + 8 + 2 + 11 + 4 + 14 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 14 + 5 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 20 + 18 + 16 + 15

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It has been a very rough few days, processing all that had happened, considering the safety of her children after Aeistrios challenged the Illyrian queen to death. She knew the horrors this meant for them all if he continued his reign of terror... The death that awaited each and every one of them. She had avoided him since that day, since before then even. Since the argument. But now, now she came to watch him fall.

She had taken the time to tuck her sons in a safe place, outside of the Andal borders for the time being. She knew without anyone there to guard them, they were no safer than at her side. She felt angered that she was unable to find Bonnabelle, thinking before her daughter had simply been avoiding her. But now, she wondered how long she had been outside of the pridelands since Recluse had been exiled. Had he truly had the gall to hide her away? At the moment.... It wasn't her main concern.

Arriving upon the scene was nearly more than the fragile woman could take, her tiny form frozen in place as she watched the woman she could almost say she loved fought the man she wanted dead the most..... A fight for one another's lives. In the end, only one would remain, and for several moments that shook Orchid to the core, her mind rolling over watching the abyss queen fall to her death. If Aeistrios remained, she would likely either be killed or forced to be his wife. This was not an outcome that could happen. It was NOT an outcome that would happen, because @Renfri was going to kill him, he was going to bleed out on that sand and not a soul in the would would dare save him.

A violent shaking overtook her body as she looked among the crowd, a woman yelling for everyone to stop hurting the children brought her to the rest of the violence around her. Horror, pure horror fell upon her face as the Saxe cubs all around were being targeted by those seeking to harm or take them. All at once, the only future they had to rebuild and reform was being taken, the only pieces of the family they could continue on with. She nearly wanted to weep, and her voice would tremble with equal anger and fear and she began yelling at those around her, the woman atop the stone silent and grim. Pleaze! Stop, zey didn't do anyzing, and wiz @Aeistrios's death zey Saxe will no longer be forced to be a war mongering! Eet eez him, eet haz alwayz been him, and ze queen will fix this! she cried, desperately looking at the faces grabbing each and every piece of their legacy. The family her and Renfri were building... Together. It was being torn apart and Siefri and Setri each faced foes with intent to do a lot of damage, a whimper in her throat forming as she found herself helpless to do anything for most of them.

Too many in the crowd that were targeting the kids were far larger and stronger than she, and being far too violent for her to dare try intercepting. Mocha eyes scanned the crowd, landing upon a yearling lioness trying to grab @Refieron, whom cheekily was attempting to escape. Quickly, she looked for somewhere, or someone, to try and direct him to for safety; eyes landing upon a dark swirled lion protecting one of the younger Saxe cubs, finding his large size and determined look good enough.

Rushing forward, the tiny woman would try to step between the cub and @Ciara as he attempted to escape, W-Wait! Pleaze, juz lizen pleaze. She would begin, Ze children have done nozing, and will never do anyzing when she kills Aeiztrioz. Zey will be raized az Noire. She blurted, motioning to the traumatizing fight happening. Truly, such a thing had not been discussed with Renfri, but in the moment not referring to the child as a Saxe seemed.... Safer. Zey are not zeir fazer. She would say, trying to softly add to her previous statement.

Beatnik master perk
Can use the Sub-Master perk of any other trade once per IC year

Using Bard Sub-Master perk
Can intercept an ongoing fight to try and talk the opponents out of it (pauses fight timers; 3 posts max allowed by the bard before timers resume

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The desert witch had noticed the call for death. This time, though, she was left utterly confused. Her King and Her Queen were battling each other, trying to bring each other down permanently. She didn't quite understand it all, but what she could see was the numerous adults trying to harm the Oasis children. Her eyes narrowed then, disgusted with the actions of the other lions around her. Some were trying to defend the children and get them to safety, which she was rather thankful for. At least there were still some kindred souls within Amaryllis.

Azula realized that some of the Saxe children smelled of other kingdoms. That must have meant that they were taken in as prisoners. Her disgust for the kingdoms grew, a low growl leaving her maw then. She knew she had to do something; she couldn't sit around and wait for something to happen.

Azula would help her King and Queen, even if one of them would die today. She was going to free Siofera, or at least try to. Right when the Ecrosian King was busy trying to steal another Oasis child.

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Azula vs. ???
For @Siofera's Freedom
Round 0 / 3

art by drifty | code by scorpixia♡︎

(1/2) +5 (renfri vs aeistrios)
(1/2) +5 (elaine vs seifrienriosa)
(1/2) +5 (isla vs siofera)
She slips in quietly, which was easy enough to do with all the chaos and commotion going on. Indigo eyes were round with curiosity and worry from what she was seeing; two adult lions seemingly going at one another's throats to literally kill and young children being attacked by adults - some even her age. What was all this madness? Was it even warranted? She watches a couple other fights, those between the older lions, before her focus is back on the main fight. Oriana kept herself low to the ground, underbelly brushing the soft grasses below her. Ears cup forward as she stays alert, needing to keep her guard up whilst maintaining a distance from the rest of the group. She didn't need to get caught up in it when it was not her business; all she wanted was to see who would win this fight to the death.

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Bordeaux had not been away from her den for a number of days now. She only ever had time to eat what was fed to her, so that she might turn around and offer that same nutrients to the cubs. They had grown despite being born so thin and weak, taking from the little lioness all she had to give. It felt like an unbreakable cycle, one that kept her trapped within the confines of her den. She missed being outside, gathering herbs, and caring for the various creatures she had grown fond of.

Eventually, she would find she had some energy left to her after the cubs had fallen to slumber. Fissure would encourage her to go outside and enjoy the spring weather, the little ones left in the capable paws of the crows for a while.

What she found in her venture toward familiar places was enough to make her wish she had remained on the peak. She could see the cruelty of and for the Saxe name played out before her eyes. Small cubs bearing the name, attacked and injured, stolen and chased. Was this the fate of her children? She had solemnly accepted their fates at birth, but seeing this kindled something in her. She had to protect them from this, else she would never forgive herself. If Aeistrios should fall, she would hide them away, give them her name, as her own mother had done when Bordeaux was a young child.

She would sit alone, watching the mated pair as they fought, seeking one another's end. She did not know who started it or why, but it was clear one of them would not be seeing another day, less they had some blessing of the gods, offered by the paws of a talented healer. Could she save them? 'Monsters.. they are both monsters.' A familiar chant in the back of her mind. Would saving Aeistrios be what damned her children to a life of violence? Was what she felt for the lion worth more than their safety? She didn't know what the answer was. Perhaps he wouldn't need her help in the end.

Every moment you are reaching

For my throat I’m barely breathing

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The pines, they often whisper

They whisper what no tongue can tell

Around them, chaos raged, but she saw and heard nothing. Nothing beyond muffled sounds, except for the yearling's voice as her fangs managed to reach her. And so they pierced soft skin and flesh. At first there was no response as her fangs were so occupied. Merely a deep growl slipped past her lips, muffled by skin and fur. Claws sunk into the side of her head, leaving bloody marks that barely missed her eye. Though she wasn't all too concerned with that for the moment. No, right now it didn't matter at all. With a rough toss of her head, she aimed to throw the smaller girl like a ragdoll to not only get her off balance but also deepening the mark she left on her neck. She did let go of her after that, but it didn't last. "You brought this upon yourself," she snarled. A large paw lifted off the ground again, aiming for her side, unsheathed claws seeking to rake over it to leave deep lacerations. Had things gone different, perhaps she'd have helped at least the children. But that bridge had been burned. And the younger girl's words only seemed to fuel those flames. "Keep running your mouth and see what happens." Another growl before she aimed to lunge at the girl again, claws outstretched and aiming to pull her into a crushing 'hug' with the intent to dig her claws into her back.

Etain vs. @Setri
Minor Maim (tbd)
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 19 + 15 + 20 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 6 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 13 + 18 + 4 + 17

code by corvus

Vulferam's attention had been grasped by their prisoner, watching as the Summit Heiress dug into her. The sight brought a pleased smirk to his lips; serves that twerp right if she thinks she can just waltz out of a pride she is imprisoned in. He moves slowly, keeping distance but still close enough so that when the time came he could come and collect, to drag her back to the Mire by her scruff. As he neared, though, his eye caught movement and caused for his skull to turn. He looks at the woman with narrowed eyes, and one sniff was all it took to tell him where she was from. "If you think you're taking this little shit back you're sorely mistaken," he goads, tail tip twitching with amusement. Wolf wasn't always as active as he was being today, but something was making him itch for a fight, and perhaps he would get one here today.


Vulferam vs @Azula
for keeping Siofera prisoner
round o/iii

ART BY SPU, CODE BY DEE

A lion from Ecrosia speaks to her, a young man with a shadowy appearance. "I'm just trying to reunite her with her family," Azula said calmly. "Her parents are already trying to kill each other, and that woman is beating down on her; the least I can do is try to help," she added. Azula didn't really understand why the lions of Ecrosia and Illyria wanted to give the girl a miserable life. She wasn't quite fond of such a situation either, and she would do something about it.

She narrowed her eyes and let out an irritated growl. If the young lion wanted to fight to keep Siofera, Azula would gladly shed some blood for the girl. Azula approached the Ecrosian silently, her eyes narrowed and her ears flattened against her skull. She let out a ferocious snarl and swiftly attempted to swipe her claws right across his lips.

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Azula vs. @Vulferam
For @Siofera's Freedom
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 16 + 7 + 4 + 2 + 17 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 12 + 14 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 7 + 3 + 6 + 16 + 5

art by drifty | code by scorpixia♡︎

There were voices on the sidelines, but he couldn't pay them much attention and still keep his focus on the woman currently trying to (it seemed) bite his face off. And Elio kind of liked his face, and would generally prefer to keep it where it was. So his head pulled back further and toward his left, her fangs slicing painful lines along the underside of his jaw as he went - the price of freeing his head paid in blood.

But his left shoulder was free of her claws, and his right paw would fall back to the ground as he all but threw himself a step to his right. A half-stumbled effort to put a little distance between himself and all the pointy parts of her that wanted to dig into him. Red stained his shoulders - the left a little more than the right after tearing her claws out of himself - and his face, and crept into the edge his vision on the right side.

He ached. Physically, and some tired ache within.

"Do you feel good about cutting up kids? Does it make you feel big?" Words were spat, bitter but resigned. Had she not realized yet how little experience he had here? How fumbling his attempts to defend himself were? He'd take the blows if it meant fewer were directed at his siblings, but she was effectively beating up on someone with very little ability to defend himself. Which made her nothing but a bully in his mind, throwing her weight around because she didn't know how else to deal with her anger.

His left paw would raise as he spoke, awkward movements if her claws still remained in that shoulder, and aim a half-hearted swipe at, ideally her face, but he'd take whatever bit of her was in the way of the movement. He was already tired from the effort, so unpracticed in battle or anything requiring much stamina at all. But the emotional fatigue weighed him down, as well.

Elio vs. @Cassandra
Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 6 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 16 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 12 + 17 + 20 + 11

code by corvus

He would yank his jaw away from her grip, her fangs leaving gashes along the underside of his jaw. She was too absorbed by the adrenaline to even notice that she herself was bleeding from the wounds the youth had inflicted upon her pelt. She didn't even feel the wounds at the moment, too engrossed in making them pay for what they had done to her family. A guttural hiss would escape the Brook Queen as he started to move further from her attacks.

His words didn't do a thing to deter her, and nor did the scream that came from the lioness about attacking others. "You and those you follow signed this contract the moment your father touched my daughters and my mothers. You and all of your family will pay in blood for every drop of blood your family ever spilled of my childrens'." Cassandra spat back at him, blood on her jaws as she spoke. Her daughters had been hurt by this family. Her mother had been effectively killed by this family before being brought back.

His half-hearted swipe would merely graze her face, and she was hardly phased at all by his movements and attempted attacks. With one last attempted lunge, Cassandra would aim to sink her teeth around the base of his left ear, hoping her momentum would also cause him to stumble as well.


Cassandra vs @Elio (@Corvus ★)
For Minor Maim
Round 4/4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 7 + 9 + 18 + 15 + 8 + 13

Dodge:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 2 + 20 + 12 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 14 + 12 + 16 + 7 + 9

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