@Louve's call pulled her from the warmth of her den and pulled her down to the pit. She had heard the call but really just wanted to wait till the snow melted away before doing much of anything. She wasn't sure why it needed to snow right now but here they were. She came to stand next to Louve and looked toward @Dysnomia and motioned for her to join their little gathering. Soon enough there would be plenty of fighters showing up and Elaine was sure that whatever this was, the Bluffs would show that they will always be a powerhouse.

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i'm ready for the fight, and fate

Practice would serve him well. War swept across the lands and death hovered near; Alaric would fight tooth and claw to keep him at bay. There were monsters in their midst that needed to be put down, though, and far be it from him to sit out while they ran rampant.

So he comes when the stranger summons them, to the place where so much blood has been spilled. Alaric is alone but he spots familiar faces in the crowd, most notably the newly crowned queen of the bluffs. For her he has a small nod of acknowledgment before he shifts his focus to the unknown, flexing his claws and he stands ready.

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Of course she couldn't ignore a call from the Pit when her blood and nerves bounced and jittered with the need to do something more. And she was even more intrigued to see Alaric's form heading that way too. The lioness trots her way there and slides up close to her kings side, excitement bubbling in her body, ""Faancy to see you here.""

She looked up to the stranger who had called them here, her gaze predatory but intrigued, a flick of her tail indicated her restlessness, her claws kneading the ground and created small Puncture Marks In the soil. She felt energized, power hungry, and ready to take on whatever came at her, the past few months have seemed to be fight after fight and she was full to the brim with the kind of lust that came for blood.

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her stomach may be swollen with the impending birth, but mother nature has created the lioness for this - honed their body, protected their womb, and léontine scarcely toddles as she eases onto the scene. sharpen your weapons they demanded and léo, though she is not one to follow orders, is enticed. moreso when @Louve beckons her own warriors forth from the bluffs. she lingers in the pit, eyes raking those assembled before drifting nearer to the two women from her family. autoritaire.¹ she notes as she eases onto one hip, knowing better than to find a seat but not particularly concerned about the seekers spread out before them.

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Morrigan had not returned yet to the Pit since that dark day, but even as she slipped down into the arena and passed that point that had been darkened with her own lifeblood, she only looked down at it with a grim smile. This place had not been her grave, and now whomever these strangers were... they were finding a way to both bring enemies together and to allow them to flex their muscles. Literally for this particular skillset. She gave her own daughter a nod of approval before greeting each of Amara's daughters with a smirk. Alexander's boy was there as well and Morrigan would brush her tail against him in greeting. He'd been sweet and inquisitive always when it came to the Summit after all. It was going to be a fun day, an excellent crop of fighters already gathered. One in particular gets her attention enough to draw her form, claws flexing into the dirt in anticipation as she did. As she comes to @Alaric's side she gives him a wide grin. Oh how fun if they were paired together.

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This snow was beyond annoying. Wasn't it springtime and thus the snow should have gone away? Vulferam had caught his father leaving the Mire, and curious to see where he were going the Prince decided to follow. He stays a couple lengths behind @Alaric, noticing that they were making their way to the pit - and then a voice sounded in the air. Brows knit together as he wonders what this is all about, but he continues to call his father and stops once Alaric does. "What do you think this is?" He mutters to him, coal eyes glancing around the arena to see who all else was here. He watches the Summit Queen, still in awe that she had been brought back from the dead, but his kept his jaw tightened or else it would've fallen to the floor.

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Adalrik hadn’t exactly been following @Alaric, but he also couldn’t explain quite how he’d ended up in the same place as him in such a short amount of time. Admittedly, the call for a barbarian had piqued his interest a little, as it had his father’s, so why wouldn’t the Prince follow him? Arriving and taking a seat by Alaric’s side, he too questioned what was going on, looking over to @Vulferam briefly. What is zis? He asks, half out loud and half to himself, and awaits with an eager curiosity for more._{BG — ART — CODE}

What was wrong this time? It was not often that she had been summoned by her trade, and it confused the former Queen. Why now? With a huff and a forced stretch to push out stiffened limbs, the woman made her way across Amaryllis steadily. It did not matter that she might’ve been the last to arrive, but she pauses on the edge and soon spots the figure of @Cassandra. Making her way across to her friend, Cirilla takes a tender seat and shakes off any loose debris that might have been caught in her pelt from the journey. What’s going on? She asks in a whisper to the High Sovereign, her eyes fixated on the red lion in front of them.

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He was -trying- oh so hard to behave himself, to temper the dark impulse that remained with him over each lifetime into a more reasonable pulse whilst carrying the Hodari name.

But it was like swimming through mud or trying to breath water - ocassionaly suffocating. So when a chance was presented to tear into flesh with no ill reputation? Of course he would respond. Even if a stranger trying to order him went against instinct and nerves.

There where quite a few already gathered when he arrived at the battleground and nothing could make the warrior more pleased. Especially as a few souls have flesh he would take extra satisfying pleasure in perforating 'win' or 'loose' enjoyment would certainly be had.

Noticing @Karsa he would stride on over and as a question with a spark in multi hued eyes and smile tugging the corner of his lips upwards Looking forward to this?

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The Pit calls and the ghoul answers, descending into the cold arena on heavy, plodding steps, cutting away the last remnants of the early morning fog with his blackened shape. The vivid reds of the summoner's coat shines brightly amidst the throng of warriors that had answered his command.

He naturally gravitates towards the gathering of his own ilk, settling himself near the familiar faces of @Angelo, @Karsa, and @Reti ♔ with little fanfare, nodding to them with a simple rumble of greeting while his tan gaze scanned the crowd warily.

Rarely is the demand for drawn swords followed by anything good. But at least Mircea is in good company.

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