Isla and he shared a quick glance before the former explained to the child that his words were true - not everyone liked hugs. Where are the cub's parents?

Almost as if his words had been some sort of prophetic warning a small form rushed in and attacked the sweet cub. Reti was not thrilled as it seemed the attacker was older than the little cub and he was tempted for a few seconds to intervene. Perhaps he still would if it looked like the younger one might take permanent damage.

"I can't say this surprises me." he murmured flicking another wry glance towards @Isla ♔.

Oh. For. Shits. Sake.

The unamused deadpan look that fell upon his features as the lion watched the first couple seconds of combat was epic. The scent wafting to him was that of the Bluffs and Reti let out a soft sound halfway between a sigh and a groan. He was not surprised in the least. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Honestly the prides and families of these lands seemed constantly worried about the wrong souls - they really, really should be paying more attention to the largest threat by far to anyone and every group, the demons of the red rock.

He had a certain respect for their ferocity, battle ability and family bonds - hell, it was his oqn family the first go around - but that did not change the fact the Godeaters and those that willingly dwelt beside them were the largest threat to other lions these lands would likely ever see - just as they had been in several other lands Reti once dwelt in.

A heckler barked comments from off to one side, earning an ear-flick from Reti although his attention remained mostly on the main fight and the cub scuffle.

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Sure the bite to her shoulder hurt, but it kept the bitch from getting a grip on her neck and that's all that mattered to the lioness right now. She was more concerned about getting this lioness away from her home and teaching her a lesson about what happened when you messed with a Greyflood protecting their home. A snarl of pleasure escaped her as they clashed and she managed to shove the other lioness to the ground. She felt the claws digging into her upper shoulders and a growl escaped her. As she threw her front legs out to keep from falling on top of Icefang, she felt the claws drag long marks down the front of her shoulder.

She may not have fallen on top of the white lioness, but she still stumbled a little bit as her muzzle grasped onto Icefang's face. Icefang's hind legs missed their target of her belly, but they still managed to scrape the edge of her underbelly and the front of her right hind leg. The words that were spoken made Cassandra redouble her efforts to make this lioness wish she'd never even come for the Brook, and she attempted to dig her teeth in even further to Icefang's face, keeping her front legs planted on the ground while aiming to pivot her hind end out of the way of Icefang's hind legs. Hopefully this would keep the bitch down on the ground where she belonged.


Cassandra vs @Icefang ♔
For Vermeda Brook
Round 4/5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 15 + 18 + 2 + 8 + 6 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 4 + 16 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 14 + 17 + 10 + 15 + 7

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

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She may have been a little busier now than she was accustomed to, but Léonie Miroslav would never miss the opportunity to sneak into a pride challenge. The dark imp wondered why the Dieudonné were allowing one of their members to attack the Brook. The Brook may not have been a close ally, but it was ruled by the daughter of an ally. She wondered if the Summit leaders would come with their opinion on the matter worn on their faces, and Morrigan did look somewhat annoyed. Puzzled — curious? — too, as Léonie was sure they all were. The desert queen stuck to the shadows of the pines to stay hidden, and turned her attention to the battle for the Brook, focusing on the pale lioness. Léonie wondered if that was her natural color, or if she’d turned white with age. She seemed closer to retiring than ruling, and the Miroslav stifled a snicker to keep from giving herself away.

Léonie is actively hidden!

Sleuth
Level 5: Can't be discovered if actively hidden in threads

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It was the sound of a challenge that drew the budding dieudonne down from her red-rock kingdom, ears peeled back across her crown as she sought the source of such commotion. Unfortunately for her, however, the specifics of pride politics were far beyond her jovial repertoire of knowledge (or, frankly, interest) — the technicalities of this challenge, what it meant, and what would come of it was simply of no concern to her. Rather, Delphine was here to watch, indulging in the ambition of her pride-mate with only the slightest perch of her slender, aging brow.

Arriving quite late to the proverbial party, the vampress was quick to note that no one else from her immediate family had arrived yet — a realization that almost caused the slightest curl of her lips in response. But, only a moment later did she teeter her gaze onto the looming shape of @Ludivine -- the co-matriarch's presence noted despite her silence on the sidelines of battle. Flattening her expression anew, and curiosity taking over her, Delphine would find herself shifting absently in the jungle queen's direction, hunkering within the shadows of the grove with a glowering sort of gaze. Her intention was to be close enough to the other Dieudonne to keep a studious eye on her reactions to the unfolding events, but not close enough to encroach personal space or prompt unnecessary attention. Just a little fly on the wall, how she liked it.

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olive had long since regarded the brook for what it were: a prime piece of real estate, coveted by all walks of life — including her own, once upon a distant time. but with an abiding allegiance to the plains and a kindling friendship between she and the reigning vermeda soveign, such desires were left, perpetually unslaked and out-of-bounds. no amount of self-imposed limitations on the territory could quite curb her curiosity, however; and like a moth drawn to a flame, the pixie bends to the whim of the challenger with hastened stride and intrusive stare.

though her gaze drifts to and from the hopeful combatants as she files into the gathering crowd, recognition lures her focus to the titanic @Aurochs. equally perplexed and amused by his engagement with a nearby tree, olive observes her peer’s behavior in silence — more keen upon him than the central altercation, now. “don’t tell me we’ve gotta deal with fleas in the plains?” she whines out to the man, battling the urge to smirk._{BG — ART — CODE}

He supposed he ought to be used to hearing others call for his home, but he'd admit he was a little surprised to hear it so soon after he'd gotten back. Perhaps they'd enjoyed an era of peace within the pride and this was just a roll of the cosmic dice, proving once again nothing could stay peaceful forever? Or perhaps he was bad luck and had brought this upon the pride simply by returning. Ah, he doubted that.

He did come to observe, though, needing to know if his family was going to have to pick up and move. He hoped not, if only because his father wasn't getting any younger and he hated for him to have to find somewhere new to live. Where would they even go? Up to the Summit? That was... a long walk to a cold place. Not exactly his ideal home, but he'd go without complaint if that was what his family wanted.

He just hoped it wouldn't be necessary.

Cassi seemed to be in a bit of a tussle, and though he watched with concern he didn't intervene because it didn't seem all that dire. If it turned into something else though...

And then, he realized who else was there. A memory stirred from long ago, when he'd wound up on the borders of the Bluffs with a mongoose hot on his tail and met the scarlet lioness he saw not far away. "@Arjana!" he exclaimed, bounding over to her excitedly, worries about his home temporarily forgotten. "Oh my gosh, its been so long! It's so good to see you!" He had no idea she'd been gone as well given his own lengthy absence. He presumed it was his own fault he hadn't seen her.

Watching the fight she felt strange. Something stirring inside of her. Memories that made this feel right as odd as that was. It was just the way of the land. A violent landscape that was guided by instinct. That didn’t mean she was going to join in and attack somebody for the fun of it. She was part of a pride once more, but not this pride. The plains pride and she didn’t know them well enough that dogpiling on fighting within another pride’s land would be seen as a threat or not. Not that she had anyone to go after.

Watching the fighting her ear flickered as @Spiritus spoke her name. Calling out to her she turned her head to see him coming closer. Eyes narrowed at him not out of aggression but confusion. He knew her clearly but she didn’t recognize him at first. "Oh my goodness you have gone and gotten so big!" Finally she replied after realizing he was the cub she meant all those years ago at the bluffs. "it is Spirits right?" She questioned not sure if she got his name right or not.

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There was a call echoing through the forest, a cry for battle and blood. It drew the servant towards the challenge. Why were they going? Felix was unsure, they did not recognize this territory nor the voice of the challenger. Yet they went, large frame venturing further into the Grove and then into the brook. The challenge was not at the borders, the servant lingered for a moment at the scent line before crossing following other trails deeper into the pride.

It was quite a spectacle, gathered lions watching two adult lionesses fighting. Felix would assume them to be the queen and the potential usurper. Yet they did take note of another fight nearby, two younger individuals were also attacking one another. Despite the main event, Felix found themselves watching the youth for a moment. Children fighting, blood spilled.

Silver eyes left the smaller fight drifting once again to the main event. Felix didn't know them didn't know who or what they fought for. Guess it wouldn't hurt to ask someone right? The servant's eyes swept the crowd settling on a brown half-maned woman and whom they assumed to be her offspring settled a bit away from the adult. Felix approached them stopping as they reached @Ludivine keeping a respectful and safe distance. They knew not to upset a mother, and they knew their appearance didn't always help with that.

Do you know them? they questioned, their tone neutral but their stance and body somewhat guarded. The lioness did not smell of the pride, but that did not necessarily mean she had no intent to fight.

@Delphine
September Y11 || Vermeda Brook || Rogue || 5 years

Potential xp
Paladin
+5 Observe a fight (Palpatine vs Cassiopia)

Barbarian
+5 Observe a fight (Cassandra vs Icefang)

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@Icefang ♔ VS. @Cassandra FOR VERMEDA BROOK
— DEFAULT —

Due to Cassandra not posting in time, this fight has defaulted.

ICEFANG HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR VERMEDA BROOK!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Zena ★

Cassandra is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Icefang Wounded Roll: 1

Icefang is NOT WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 2/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first. As per the site rules, if 3 days go by without a post from the challenger(s), they can be skipped. Whichever comes first! Any posts made before this will be removed.

ooc: Going to keep this vague <3

Their bodies clash and a grunt escapes her as her own form impacts with the earth. She does not succeed in shredding the brown lioness's underbelly, but she can feel her claws still hit part of her. Icefang finds an opportunity to shove the other off of her and get back onto her paws as she snarls, blood dripping down her jaws. She can sense that the battle is won as she backs up a bit to add some distance between her and @Cassandra. Her skull swings wildly at the surrounding crowd that has gathered. She feels slightly disappointed that there is not more members from her own pride, but she is not surprised. She had done little in her time there to form connections with the other members. "Any who are loyal to this wench, get the FUCK out!" She could not take any chances that she would be back stabbed later by imprisoning or keeping any that had lived within the Brooks. She had children to raise here now. The feud over the land was not personal (to Icefang) and in turn she would allow Cassandra to leave unharmed outside of the cuts she sustained today. Her gaze focuses on @Arcania ♔, pride swelling in her chest at the sight of the large, burgundy beast. "Chase out any who fail to comply. Use your teeth," she winks at her. Blue orbs turn to @Etain and then @Obsidiana, Icefang's tail beckoning her child to her. They would have to go back to the bluffs to retrieve the other cubs in a bit. Once the dust settled and all those that gathered cleared. She remains on the defensive, her figure tense as she awaits the reactions to her victory.

"SPEECH"

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