the freak snow thaws to find summer still beneath, though it does not come quietly. the sky is thick and heavy with clouds, the impending storm curling beneath her skin. it feels fraught and electric; it feels more important than just a storm. an omen, maybe, if someone were to be looking for things like that. a lop-ear twitches as her head tilts, considering.

she is looking for things like that, and here she's found it.

quietly she continues on, backtracking to where the multiple, foreign scents are thickest. a meeting ground of some type, she figures, and she's keen to meet more. it's not quite loneliness that fills her bones, that presses tight between her lungs and heart and everything else, but it's close. too close for comfort, and she's tired of it. and so, she lingers here -- ready.

on the cusp of the storm she waits, for the future to arrive.

I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

Snow had faded, the air was warming again. And with that, her path took her away from her borders yet again. Again her paws carried her the path to the so familiar passage way and perhaps this was another good day? She wasn't all that sure about it, but at the same time she did have a strangely good feeling about it this time.

With a confident stride, the pale furred warrior queen approached the passage, emerald gaze wandering over the area until they settled on the pale lioness ahead. A smile showed on her lips as she stepped towards @Wylodine. "Hello dear, welcome to Amaryllis. I'm Lagertha Loðbrók-Tollaire. Perhaps I can...help you find your way around the lands?"

code by flea, art by irish

These games of recruitment had always been so tedious to Drena. She'd never had any true interest in any of it, but now that she was a Noble once more she felt the urge within her to impress. Not that she gave a single fuck what anyone else thought, she just wanted to prove that she was meant for the job. She wasn't personable and she sure as hell wasn't a 'light'; but she was hot, and smart. So, she had both of those things going for as she traipsed across the passage lands. Her piercing gaze was quick to land on two women up ahead and like the vulture that she was, she swooped in. Her large paws carried her in closer before she'd stop just a few paces shy of the women. Her full attention however flickered to the small doe of a woman with too-large paws and ears that draped, framing her face beautifully. She moves in closer, donning a smirk of her own before addressing them both. "Greetings, Drena Dragos. I'm the Noble of Ecrosia Mire, a pride that can promise both power and sustenance. However, I'd like to have you as my very own. Unless you care to question my expertise?" She'd flicker her gaze to land on @Lagertha, squaring her shoulders slightly. No, this one was hers.

Drena v. @Lagertha
For claim of @Wylodine
Round 0 of 3


barbarian exp
+5 - Claim a lioness
+5 - Complete a fight (Tbd)
+5/+10 - Win or lose a fight (tbd)

ART BY YUMPY

I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

Emerald gaze lingered on the beautiful creature before her, but was drawn away by the approach of another. Of course. Things just couldn't be polite and simple. But she asn't someone to let this claim go uncontested. Not today, not ever. Fluffy ears flattened against her skull as the pale furred warrior queen met the gaze of the older lioness. Not that age mattered to her. Age or even gender really didn't matter at all. Her response would have been the same.

Gracefully, the scarred shieldmaiden moved, positioning herself between the stranger, who'd introduced herself as a Noble of the Mire, and the floppy eared beauty. "Well, I was here first. So you can suck your swamp water for all I care," she snarled. "But a beautiful pelt like hers belongs on a beach, not to be muddied up by swamp beasts." With each word she'd moved closer, stalking towards the larger female, hackles raised. And without warning she came charging at @Drena, fangs aiming directly at the other's throat in a quite vicious attack while sharp claws sought to dig into her shoulder.

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Lagertha v. @Drena
For claim of @Wylodine
Round 0 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 17 + 1 + 16 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 15 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 6 + 3 + 15

barbarian exp
+5 - Claim a lioness
+5 - Complete a fight (Tbd)
+5/+10 - Win or lose a fight (tbd)

code by flea, art by irish

"Well, I was here first. So you can suck your swamp water for all I care, But a beautiful pelt like hers belongs on a beach, not to be muddied up by swamp beasts." Drena's ears would preen forward just slightly at @Lagertha's attempt at an insult. If only she knew that Drena wasn't an emotional creature, nor could she be swayed by petty remarks. She braces herself for the woman's attack and is only remotely surprised when she obviously aims for her throat. She wasn't a child, she knew how to protect her important extremities. Drena would move to meet the woman head on, lowering her jaws just enough to protect her neck and to snap in retaliation, hoping to clasp jaws with the woman as her teeth gnashed. Lagertha's claws sink into her right shoulder and in response she'd lift her left forepaw upward in an attempt to rake them down the right side of Lagertha's neck. Her body was solid wall as her muscles tensed, preparing for what was to come.

Drena v @Lagertha
For @Wylodine
Round 1 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 7 + 14 + 17 + 20 + 10 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 11 + 9 + 6 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 18 + 20 + 6 + 12

ART BY YUMPY

If Drena asked, he was here by chance.

His arrival to witness the claim and subsequent fight for a pale, plumply gorgeous lioness was simply a coincidence. He was certainly not following his newly minted Noble today. He had Kingly duties, after all! And one of them was coincidentally seeing how Drena would use her rank. It turned out that he'd stumbled upon a quite entertaining show.

At first he did not see the little rogue, only the battle from afar. He planned to sit on the sidelines, observe and quietly regret he'd brought no snacks for this front-row women's wrestling show. However, things took a wild turn when the greedy brute laid eyes upon the rogue that caused such ruckus. Things took a very wild turn.

He wanted this girl all for himself.

Who would've guessed Drena had such good taste in women? He'd have to thank her later, when they bring this girl back to the Mire. He sauntered quite nonchalantly, with a hint of pompousness in his step, closer to the rogue girl. "Hallo," he smiled pleasantly down at her. "I will treat you to dinner later for the terrible inconvenience here. Do you like crocodile?" And by inconvenience, he meant the Caladan representative's fight. "Well, I was here first. So you can suck your swamp water for all I care, But a beautiful pelt like hers belongs on a beach, not to be muddied up by swamp beasts." His expression shifted to over-exaggerated shock. It was clearly all a game to him. "Hmm, my pelt is fine I reckon," he muttered mostly for the rogue, before taking a few steps forward, but not without shooting a wink her way first.

His walk turned into a charge quite quickly as the Ecrosian monarch sought to approach @Lagertha from behind. Once close enough, his head ducked low in an attempt to try and grab the woman's left haunch, while his left paw sought to pull the rooted limb from beneath her.

Luther & @Drena vs. @Lagertha
for @Wylodine
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 6 + 13 + 11 + 20 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 11 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 13 + 5 + 6 + 19

However strong his preference were to avoid the affairs of ghosts that frequented the claiming grounds, Kvare found himself with little choice. He'd not come here for recruiting—rather, he'd been simply passing through, eager to meet his connections from the outside. And yet, just before he could pass through, the sounds of a scuffle broke the otherwise blissful silence. Kvare's head lifted, turned; at first enthralled only by the nature of a fight, before @Lagertha's scent drifted upon the wind, her voice echoed against the rocky spires that cut through the passage.

Fuck.

Quick was he to turn on his heel, abandoning what important mission in favor of one more pressing, more violent. Kvare had heard the stories of Ecrosia spun through rumors alight like wildfire, but few had enough merit to make him believe without seeing. But now, he saw. Kvare's gaze settled upon the lumbering form of @Luther ♔ as he barreled quickly into his Gentry, following the assault of another Ecrosian woman. The intent of the fight was clear, the fate of one lioness hung in the balance by geed, desire, ambition. Kvare very well might have claimed her himself had he been the first to arrive.

Better to steal a lioness for themselves than allow her to slip into the paws of potential enemies.

I will treat you to dinner later for the terrible inconvenience here. Do you like crocodile? Luther asks, just as Kvare steps free from the shadows.

An acquired taste for such a brute, he begins with a smirk, It's a shame she will not be able to make it this evening.

And then, he charged forward. With matters of brutality and making enemies, Kvare had little reason to relent, to fight with honor. And had he been a lesser man, he might have thrown himself at @Drena instead; but Luther were large, and domineering, and his reputation had long preceded him. Kvare would not so easily throw Lagertha to the wolves for an easier fight. Thus, his attention was focused largely on the white King; similarly to him, Kvare attempted to approach from behind. His presence was already known, his intentions clear, and he'd little time for any hope of a surprised attack.

Thus, he aimed to approach from Luther's right side, facing the man's hip. His head lowered, ears tucked against the sides of his head; his first attack seceding any hope of coordination and instead seeking only blind fury. His head angled forward so that his forehead pressed onward, attempting to slam it, and his weight, into Luther's right hip in an attempt to knock him free from Lagertha.

Kvare & Lagertha vs Drena & Luther
for Wylodine
i of iii

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 18 + 6 + 10 + 17 + 8 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 16 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 14 + 9 + 5 + 19

Art by Yumpy, table by cala

I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

Politeness, gentleness and charm so easily slipped away. Emerald eyes closed when fangs and claws met her pale form. Another collection of scars, but as strange as it was, she was smiling. Not a single sound of pain came from her, though it surely must've hurt to feel those fangs and claws dig into soft flesh. When her eyes opened again, the emerald sheen seemed brighter, more vibrant. Almost like a flickering flame of something entirely different. Jaws snapped closed to trap @Drena's lower jaw, seeking to rip and tear, tossing her head as if seeking to at the very least dislocate or severely bruise the other woman's jaw while her claws dug deeper in an attempt to slowly slice through flesh and tensed muscles, agonizingly slow.

The arrival of another wasn't noticed at first. Not until fangs sunk into her leg and an attempt was made to pull it out from under her. Oh no, no no no. A near vicious gleam showed in her eyes as she allowed her body to slump, which in turn pulled more on Drena's jaw, that she still held tight between sharp fangs. Her other indleg lifted, muscles tensing before it shot out, delivering a forceful kick towards @Luther ♔'s face, aimed at the man's eye in an attempt to drag her claws over it or the skin and flesh around it.

Vaguely, she registered the arrival of another. The scent of @Kvare hit her nose, but there was no time for much of a greeting, none really. His presence was more than appreciated and she intended to tell him so later on, but her attention was solely focused on the fight. Her claws once again withdrew from Drena's shoulder, only this time to aim a vicious strike at her face, seeking to drag her claws over the side of the woman's face to leave deep lacerations.

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Lagertha & @Kvare v. @Drena & @Luther ♔
For claim of @Wylodine
Round 2 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 8 + 19 + 4 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 12 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 14 + 20 + 16 + 2

code by flea, art by irish

Their jaws clash with one another and Drena is fueled purely by her savage need to rip and tear, running fully on adrenaline as she waits for the onslaught of attacks to come and they do. Lagertha tosses her head too and fro and with it Drena can feel the deep ache in her jawline from the pressure of the movement. A deep bruise will blossom there but Drena knows better then to keep hold. Instead she wrenches her head backwards, ripping her mouth from the other woman's. She can taste her own blood thick and heavy in her mouth but ignores it, only instead focusing further as Lagertha's claws slice down the tough flesh of her shoulder. There would be deep grooves there, she could feel it as the blood trickles and falls from the lacerations. Her claws are quick to lance the upper portion of her forehead but Drena has had enough, now it was her turn. Without hesitation she rears her head back before launching forward, hoping to slam her own skull into Lagertha's in an attempt to headbutt the woman. Her left forepaw would snake upward and out, attempting to claw down the center of the woman's cleavage and tear. She ignores the ringing and pounding in her own skull, too focused on the task at hand. Too focused on being victorious with Luther at her side. Oh yes, he was here now. She could sense his presence along with the other man, but Lagertha would remain her primary target. At least until she saw this through.

Drena & @Luther ♔ v @Lagertha & @Kvare
For @Wylodine
Round 2 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 5 + 1 + 19 + 9 + 20 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 5 + 7 + 18 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 20 + 10 + 7 + 9

ART BY YUMPY

His fangs sank into a meaty, sandy-furred thigh and he relished at the brutality of his teeth burying deep, causing damage to flesh and muscle alike. However, that shiver of excitement, that twisted sense of accomplishment, was short lived. The arrival of another was not seen but felt, as something hit him in the hip so hard that Luther spun, enraged, snarling as blood and spittle alike flew. The pain was immediate, agonizing, and yet he felt rage build up higher and higher now. Adrenaline may dampen the pain now, but that hip will make him suffer for at least a week after this fight. The things I do for a little action. The Caladan lioness’ back claws left shallow cuts across the bottom of his chin, almost missing him completely from the moment he’d spun and the power behind the Cove King’s charge.

His pivot sought to align Luther at Kvare’s right side, at his head. His jaws snapped onward in a blind attempt to seek revenge, teeth aiming to grab a good hold of the older man’s cheek. Whoever this asshole was, he will not have what was Luther’s.

Luther & @Drena vs. @Lagertha & @Kvare
for Wylodine
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 14 + 2 + 3 + 16 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 13 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 9 + 16 + 13 + 11