+10 Use a creative move in battle
+10 Cause trouble between prides or families
+5 Complete a spar or fight

--- dom match with permission // palps is trying to ambush from behind

"Fiiiight! Fight - fight - we gonna fight!" Palpatine grinned to herself as she skipped along the trail of others. She stepped high, bobbing, joints in crisp angles. Her skull swung to snap at pictured targets, or stray breezes; her manner conveyed frenzy, careening oversight, yet she did not deviate from the strict path the forerunner had cut through the thin highland grass. Her tail whipped, frustrated, as a cut along a stony ridge forced her to sniff and slow to follow the trail. Yet back to woodland! Whiskers flared, instinctively wary of humidity and the scent of thick brush (experience provided many bumps to the head, in her youth). Again slow - now with low, sweeping steps, mitts born low with spready claws, and tail a slender banner behind extended on a steady wind and inner rhythm.

Perfect dark. Difficult even for those without a burdening glaze to obscure their vision. There was one fight. Muffled, heavy footsteps, defiant stomping, bodies rolling. She grinned and bunched her shoulders as she narrowed her hunt toward the most obvious target. Shouting, squealing, crying. That of children. She broke off from the trail of the other Bluff members with the aim to circle around. Whiskers trembled before her, guiding her away from branches, though the ground was uneven and soggy to hamper her approach.

Instinct said jump; instead, she rallied to a burst of action, slinking suddenly at a snake-lope the remaining distance, guided by a sudden increase in volume in the overheard conversation. She made a little frog hop, with fangs striking upward (anticipating the target to be higher, despite age).

Anticipation probably sucked, because the blow she pictured as devastating to cripple the spine was actually aiming along the surface of a flank.

@Palpatine vs @Cassiopia
Dominance
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 1d20: 11

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 8 + 4 + 15 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 14 + 9 + 20 + 2

+10 Break a pride law (from the pride page) (show respect to friendly prides)
+10 Find a notable landmark in a territory (scratchy tree)

He wasn't saying he was only here because this territory tended to sport the hottest girl-on-girl action, but only because there was nobody to gossip to yet.

It was always great to walk past the borders like nobody owned the place. Place like this, so gorgeous, it shouldn't be owned by anyone. No more than the Plains should. Lorien's establishment of greed did benefit him, though, so he tended to not think about this. He stopped to rub his face against a moist and surprisingly warm tree, leaving a lovely little manifesto of Aurochs Was Here (# for a good time). This tree was already covered in scents, and the bark was soft and rotten. Obviously it was excellent to rub against and he only hoped some ladies who rubbed against it in the future would be intrigued by his brazen leaving of graffiti.

Children. She's come to realize she particularly doesn't like them despite how many younger siblings she has. Some might find their innocence cute; Isla found it annoying and distracting. She had no time to move nor say anything once the girl redirected her attention, and instead had to withstand being hugged by her. She kept a snarl at bay, instead trying to think on how having this girl pay attention to her instead was for the best. Oh, @Cassandra was going to owe her for this one. It's not until a extra small cub (@Teria) seeming to be near the same age as this one (@Cassiopia) that the Scillan Queen's attention shifts, eyes narrowing at how she spoke to the one that was clinging on to her. "Mind your manners," comes the woman's stern reply; even if this cub attached to her was annoying she was still apart of the Brook, an ally, and therefore Isla had a duty to protect her... Even if she wanted to toss her off.

@Reti ♔ earns a look while he speaks, an ear flicking as she took in his words. He was right, not every lion liked hugs - she surely didn't at the moment. @Asbjørn is the next to arrive, gaining an appreciative purr at his congratulations. "Your mother has defended Vermeda before, and she will do it again." There was no doubt in her words, only confidence, and she hoped that it would spread to her nephew.

"How about we put a pause on hug-" Isla was in the process of trying to unattach the cub when yelling for a fight hits her ears. She looks around to see where it is coming from, soon spotting a yearling come directly toward she and the girl. It is too late for Isla to intercept, but she is able to remove herself and take a healthy step backward. "Guess she's going to learn fighting the hard way..." As much as the Scillan Queen wanted to jump in to assist, she knew this would be the only way for the child to learn that sometimes life sucked and you had to suck it up. Even if it were an attack from a blind yearling. The scent of Wolfbron emanated from the other, garnering a pointed look; was the Bluffs trying to make a point by attacking Brook members for no reason?

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+5 Engage in mischief

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Challenge for the Brook? Her ears perked while the rest of her fluffy skull rose with a dreary blink. "That bitch," she hissed with no real venom and rather more annoyance that somebody else had had the idea before her. She needed warmth and sand and sun but, on the way to her happily ever after, it wouldn't hurt to rule the Brook for a bit. Mostly because Cassandra had pulled her hair once and Toblerone was nothing but twice as petty as the second-most-petty lioness in Amaryllis.

She yawned and stretched and - it was the middle of the night, hello? - grumbled past the borders which were annoyingly quiet.

She chuffed out behind her, letting the rest of the pride know that I'm going to watch Vermeda lose, smell ya later you know, if any of them wanted to witness some drama that didn't involve bleeding on their own territory for a change of pace.

Of course there would be drama! She wanted to watch a brawl. She wanted everyone to cry. Not her, but the other everyone. Those other irritated and petty lions who went to a fight at odd hours with violence on their mind.

Arriving: a lack of drama. She hissed as she slid past the borders, gathering autumn's late flowers in her fur, just enough to say I could be more sorry about trespassing, but I'm not. She smelled Wolfbron, both from the bloody fight and the cluster of them, but since they were only watching she'd rather watch what they were watching. She didn't stand near them, because their allegiances made them the enemy. Not her personal enemy, but also not a group that interested her enough to see how closely Luther guarded his rules against fraternization. She stood apart, but near. There was plenty of brush to hide in. Finding an open space - to be seen! - was a greater challenge.

Fortunately one that somebody as astute and lucky as herself succeeded in. And shaking out her fluffy pink fur, glistening and gleaming and smelling like woodland flowers - "Tear off her damn scruff! You know that's not her real fur! That's a badger!" dark brown and white... honey badger... eh, it fit well enough, and Toblerone didn't have standards for shit-slinging.

If she won here today, she would declare all of Wolfbron an enemy if the leaders did not provide an explanation for this. The prides had been neutral with each other for months now, and she did not understand why they would target the Brook when they hadn’t been causing trouble with each other. But this disrespect of native land would not be stood for. Even if she fell here today she would be back. These lands did not thrive when under control by someone not of native blood. It had been proven time and time again.

A snarl ripped through her as the pain ripped through her leg from the grip Icefang had on her leg. Duotoned eyes met blue ones, and she saw even more red. Claws found their purchase on her opponent’s face, digging into her right cheek. The grip on her leg was released, only for her to see sharp fangs reaching towards her neck. A growl escaped her, and she quickly rolled her frame to where the white lioness’s teeth hit her shoulder rather than her neck. As Icefang stretched her front legs out in an attempt to tackle her to the ground, Cassandra would rise to meet her.

A vicious snarl ripped through her muzzle as she attempted to shove Icefang backwards. Simultaneously, Cassandra would attempt to lunge forward in an attempt to grab at any part of Icefang’s face that she could in order to grab any sort of potential grip on the bitch.


Cassandra vs @Icefang ♔
For Vermeda Brook
Round 3/5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 2 + 18 + 9 + 10 + 1 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 16 + 8 + 18 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 2 + 7 + 16 + 12 + 19

ooc note: if anything is confusing please don't hesitate to reach out to me ^^

actions. "speech."

Art & Table code by Zodiac

The lands of Amaryllis have been quiet — too quiet.

It seems so long ago since the lands have been swathed with the cries for blood and the demands for crowns. It's been... Boring. Which is why the summons for the brook was enough to draw the cannibal Queen from her liar. A fight is something she always enjoyed partaking in, but merely watching would be enough for now. She hurries as quick as possible, in time to see the fight's already begun. She smells Wolfbron on the air — how interesting — and yet their Queen doesn't seem to be in attendance. At least not yet. Her eyes dance around those gathered and she spots a few familiar faces, including a beast that she's seen at family events before.

But she chooses not to join any of them. She merely finds her own spot on the sidelines and settles herself on her haunches to watch, attention turning to the main event. Another spat breaks out on the sidelines but it's not the reason she chose to come today.

ART BY SCARF — CODE BY SILH

Cassi of course was involved with hugging @Isla ♔ and trying to turn that frown UPSIDE DOWN when the words of another reached her ears. @Teria had the dark girl tilting her head at her, a smile spreading across her lips. Was she stupid? Nuh-uh! Nothin stupid bout wanting them to be friends!. Naturally she had no realization that the child meant to hurt her feelings in any way.

Do you want a hu-!. Then she was bowled over as the other child launched into her. The dark Cleric eep'd as the teeth of the other sank into her flank and she batted towards the other felines shoulder from where she lay on the ground. Yer wresslin too harrrddd!. Because who would attack someone for HUGGING others? It was just a TRAGEDY. Therefore, this must just be someone trying to prove to the grumpy adults what playing was like!

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@Cassiopia vs @Palpatine
For Dominance
Round 1 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 1d20: 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 13 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 5 + 14 + 18 + 19

ART BY INKY, CODE BY LARS

A growing number seemed to arrive from all over with each passing second, most of which did not have the distinctive scent of the Brook or its queen from which Matti had been growing accustomed since his arrival. They were strangers to this land, many an unwelcome horde in support of the ghost, yet, for now, all were mere spectators. As long as none remained hostile, he felt there no reason to incite any further violence.

Amidst the crowd, he noticed the arrival of a young male and his ears swiveled around to listen intently to the exchange with another. Your mother has defended Vermeda before, and she will do it again. Eyes followed ears then, and he fixed his gaze squarely on @Asbjørn. The male was, seemingly, both a member of the Brook and the queen's son. Despite the inopportune timing, he felt it necessary to introduce himself in case the situation escalated. He strode over quickly, keeping the strangers within his periphery, and addressed the supposed prince.

"Eskize mwen, I apologize for de interruption. I over'eard dat you were da queen son? De name is Matthieu. Your mother 'as only recently allowed me residence 'ere in da Brook but I am 'ere to 'elp in any way you need."

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Her target moves and fangs meet a hard, bony shoulder instead of muscular flesh. That shit hurt. She feels a soft ache in her teeth, but that is quickly wiped away in a moment as her focus turns back to the battle. They both meet each other in the air, upper bodies clashing violently as Icefang snarls her fury. It had been quite a while since her last fight and engaging in this one only made her crave more. She can feel @Cassandra push back against her trying to force her to lose balance and topple her over. As Icefang's front limbs manage to grasp over the back of Cassandra's upper shoulders she allows herself to fall backwards onto her back attempting to keep her grasp so that Cassandra moves with her, but is unable to get away. When she feels the earth touch her body she kicks out her hind legs aiming to rapidly thrash and slice at the brown lioness's soft underbelly. "Get ready to kiss your home goodbye," she growls into the other's ear as she feels teeth begin to dig into her left cheek. That was going to be a funny scar. Both cheeks. At least they would be somewhat identical.

@Icefang ♔ vs. @Cassandra
For Vermeda Brook
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 7 + 13 + 14 + 11 + 5 + 3 + 16 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 13 + 9 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 5 + 14 + 19 + 1

"SPEECH"

ART BY INK1GREEN, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

Not long since she had returned to Amaryllis had a familiar sound rung out announcing a challenge. The vast landscape that made up this place had always been a chaotic scene so it wasn’t surprising. That being said she hadn’t expected for a call to ring out so quickly or maybe she was surprised that there wasn’t one sooner. In any case she made her way towards the doorstep of the land that had been chosen today as the battlefield. The Brooks. Carefully the orange faced lady made her way to the gathered. Grey eyes scanned as she spotted Cassandra fighting someone she hadn’t met before. Only to then turn to see two cubs fighting. Just standing there she continued to scan when she spotted @Vermier and grunted. "Oh yea you." She sarcastically said as she couldn’t help a thought from rolling through her mind. 'Oh course that moron is still alive and kicking, but he does have some cute new scars.' Allowing her eyes to linger on him for a moment longer she soon looked back at the main fight.

OOC; No clue where she currently is pride wise due to passage thread being incomplete. So vague.

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