The call was not missed on the girl, the chimera perked her ears and told all four of her children to follow her, if they were to escape it would be together,1 and then she was out of the den and making her way to the call, her yellow eyes found @Morrigan first and she felt hope spread in her chest. But then she saw her father and the girl flattened her ears, her eyes becoming tear filled, ""Daddy..."

She trembled as she fought the urge to go forward and embrace him, she looked over her shoulder, fearful of what Luther would do if her rescue was a fail, or if her cubs didn't get rescued, she felt torn and wanted to scream from the frustration.

She stood frozen on the Mire side, mud seeped into her paws and she looked down at them, they needed to escape now, she spoke to her children now, ""Go to your grandfather, run, run fast." She urged them forward, staying back to make sure they got to safety first.

@Seraphiel @Hemlock @Laurel @Ambretta @Gryff

Wherever there was trouble Sersie was likely to follow Or, was it that it followed her? From Andal changing hands twice, to taking Scilla for herself, to washing ashore here under a new king--and now, another pride came knocking at the door demanding they give up their prisoners?

They clearly hadn't met the pale King, and they clearly hadn't met her.

Wounds still healing, body still sore, the tripod throws all caution to the wind as she lopes towards the call. Splashed with mire muck, the smell of brine and rot.

There are a handful who have arrived, most notable being who she assumed was their leader. A lioness of back and white, who smelled of snow and cold. Of mountain air. Demanding in a funny language something.

But another catches her eye, an attempted escape as one of these mountain fucks approaches. Sersie lunges into action then, good eye locking onto the form of @Seraphiel -- a big beast with ruddy fur, calling out to @Solanum, a beckon to get them to cross. But the banshee screams as she lunges, forcing her wounded jaw to work despite the cords, despite the painful tension. The scabs of her escapade with the sea are fresh, but when have you ever known the tripod to let wounds heal?

Teeth bared, she aims to come at him from her right (his left) hoping to take him slightly by surprise. Hind legs push her upper body skyward, an attempt made to latch her singular paw deep into the fur of his mane, seeking his throat. Her chest would try to smash into him, neck strained so yellowed teeth could snap shut around his lower cheek in an attempt to take a chunk of pristine fur with her. Her head rolls from one side to another, much like that of a respite devouring its first kill.


Sersie vs @Seraphiel
1/3
For Solanum
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 13 + 5 + 8 + 14 + 20 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 19 + 16 + 18 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 16 + 3 + 20 + 8

code by daanyan, Art by Rabbit

The concept of running of trying to escape their home made no sense to Gryff. He had followed his mother and sisters with confusion evident in his face, but obedience to his mother bade him to follow. 'Go to your grandfather, run, run fast' and he looked to her, worried and confused- as she eyed a male he didn't know. As he eyed lions and lionesses at the border challenging for fights, that he didn't know. Gulping a breath, Gryff darted forward from the underbrush, heading as fast as he could for the border- just doing what he's told- he attempts his escape, trying to make it out of the pride-lands. And hoping this was the right call.

Gryff is attempting to escape Ecrosia Mire

code by corvus || annie sparat/unsplash

It was almost laughable how frequently they attempted escape. As if they had short-term memory loss. There was no escaping the Mire, at least not while they were here. The ruckus was loud enough, surely, and already her muscular frame rippled with minor annoyance. These strangers had a pension for theatrics that she did not care for. The hound stays hidden within the shadows, her burning gaze analytical as she waited for her target. And there! Through the underbrush a small boy darts forward and Drena wastes no time in intercepting him. Her strides are hungry as she pushes forward, hot on his heels. This would be nothing more than a cat and mouse game for Drena. Her large forepaw reaches outward, attempting to latch onto the cub's tail and drag him backwards.


Drena v @Gryff
Escape Prevention
Round 1 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 9 + 12 + 13 + 19 + 16 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 6 + 3 + 16 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 18 + 14 + 12 + 10

ART BY YUMPY

Kireena watched as things began - and she let her gaze pass over the fights that broke out. Her lip twitched as she spotted Sersie leaping into the fray and found herself wondering how in the hell the lioness was still standing. Truthfully it was a little surprising - and she had a small amount.. a tiny miniscule amount of admiration for the pale demon. Then her gaze lit on a small child bursting through the foliage, young, and the druid focused on him. go.. her thoughts urged the boy.

The crashing of foliage came and her gaze shifted towards another. Oh, absolutely-the-fuck-not! With a snarl, the red giant pushed herself from her covered place, intending to try to slam into Drena's right side, talons extended and jaws parting as she would try to rake her claws down the nobles right flank, jaws attempting to sink into the lioness's back.

Seriously - what WAS it with the adults of this place? Why did they ALWAYS go for the ones that had no chance in stars above of defending themselves?! The sugar coated and very glossed over event her mate had told her - the event that had led to them taking leave of Firnen was forfront in her mind.

Though Kireena knew no details.. she had always been one for leaps of logic - and imagined a fate worse than death for the small child. It wasn't just that - many times children of Amaryllis had been attacked by adults.. and now she no longer had to stand by and let it happen. Here she could do something about it.

Now, she had a chance to do something about it... and would do what she could to try to prevent injury to the child, and aid his escape from a pride that had no qualms about fighting such defenseless children.

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"Kireena" and "@Gryff" -vs- "@Drena"
-for-
escape assistance/freedom
Round -"1"- of -"3"-

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 18 + 5 + 4 + 10 + 8 + 9 + 2 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 2 + 1 + 8 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 17 + 19 + 7 + 2

code by corvus, art by rabbit

Chaos was quick to arise, to engulf the lands of the Mire. And she had come ready, she had bathed her claws in poison—a strong one. She was ready to be as unfair as she could with these assholes, who attacked children. Those who did that did not deserve any fairness. But as she looked around, she looked at the boy who had called for someone. Maybe she could help him. And thus she went and laid her desire to fight for this "Mel" freedom. She wasnt letting whoever was in this hell hole. She roared and got ready to fight. "Stay back, boy, I will help you." Just as she had promised her queens. Zahra vs ??? for Melusina 0 of 3

Art by Shaz - Code by Shaz

Ciara's heart beat fast as the adrenaline started to run wild through her veins. She really wanted to be gone from this left-over of what used to be her beloved pride. Luther had been a tyrant and a bringer of cruelty. To think she was related to him disgusted her, to think she shared blood with this jerk made her feel dirty and stained.

She rushed, seeing lions fighting around her, until a pink lady went to intercept her. She grunted. "I am not starving here any longer! Fuck luther and his simps." She said as she saw the female's jaws closing around her back leg. But she didnt want to give up just yet. She tried to keep runing.

Ciara vs @Toblerone
for escape EM
Attempt 1:

Rolling 1d10: 7

Table code by Danyeen - Art by Shazaki

Again, another loud commotion in her home that summons her forwards. The little hawk of a cub stays hidden within the underbrush for moments at a time, even when her mutter @Solanum urges them forward. Laurel had seen what had happened the last time they tried to run, they were caught and thrown back into their cells once more. It didn't bother the cub any, it allowed her to not have to interact with anyone which she enjoyed. But, she was loyal to both of her parents. Her sharp gaze finds @Gryff being chased down by a ferocious looking woman and her brow furrows. Decidedly, Laurel moves to make her way out of the Mire in an opposite direction. She has no clue who this grandfather of Her's is, so instead she heads quietly towards @Einar who sat just outside of the Mire borders. Her small body is lowered tight to the Mire floor as she moves forward, intent on being as quiet as possible as she slinks straight for the borders as her mutter had ordered.

*Laurel is attempting to escape!

How interesting things were when she was seated on the opposite side of a prison break. For the lengthy part of a year Leiah had been forced to stay here against her will, and now she has since pledged her loyalty to @Luther ♔ and the Mire, alongside her sister @Reina. She slinks through the shadows and fog of the Mire, watching as they come to attempt and release the prisoners that were being held here. Leiah didn't have any loyalty to any of them, hell most of them would likely despise her if they knew who her father was. And the yearling wasn't stupid, she knew if she could prevent a prisoner from escaping it would land well with the King. Thoughts of where her sister might be are cast aside as her lilac gaze finds a scarlet woman in the middle of it all. She hears her guttural call to attempt and free someone, and Leiah rises to answer the challenge.

She circles around, hoping to use her cover within the foliage to her advantage. Finally, she would burst forward, attempting to attack @Zahra from behind. Her claws reach outward, hoping to latch onto her right flank and rake downward if she could successfully make contact with the woman. She didn't even know who she was fighting over, she was just eager to sink her teeth and claws into someone. Let her show exactly where her loyalties lied.

Leiah v. @Zahra
For @Melusina
Round 1 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 4 + 19 + 6 + 3 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 8 + 5 + 3 + 15

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Barbarian & Assassin Exp
+5 - Sneak start a fight
+5 - Complete a fight (v. Zahra)
+5/+10 - Win or lose a fight (v. Zahra)

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curse the heart, wildly thrashing: swollen with the perennial love of a white knight. curse the cave, fateful and sparkling: teeming with treasures of ore and a singular, gilded diamond taken all those years ago. and as her glowering stare shifts to behold the object of her contempt – trotting soundlessly at her side as they move in tandem – her hardened edges begin to soften with begrudging acceptance. this were who @Ghyslaine had always been, but damn it all if olive wouldn’t have prefered the paladin to forsake her righteous duty to the people just this once.

but no; they were here, and they were ready.

— or, at least, her battle-born sister were.

dread pits her stomach as they infiltrate the mire border without reserve, thrust into the fray erupting from just beyond. a frantic gaze scours the arena to assess the situation before a peripheral flash of pink and helpless black draws her focus amidst surrounding chaos. but as her crosshairs center upon the gargantuan form of @Toblerone, so does a reflexive groan bubble in her throat with the concurrent pull to action. “if that one flattens me, it’s on you,” she mutters to ghyslaine through gritted teeth, gesturing to her target with the tip of her crown. and with a final, emphatic huff of frustration, the sprite strives to peel from her sister’s flank with hastened bound and wavering confidence.

with the fleeing body of @Ciara used to blockade any head-on approach, olive instead attempts to narrow the distance between she her target with a diagonal charge. using the jutted point of her lowered left shoulder as a hopeful lance, she strives for forceful impact against toblerone’s outer right shoulder: seeking to knock the woman away from her chosen escapee. simultaneously, do the gnash of her jaws vie for purchase upon the goliath’s right-sided neck — hopeful in obtaining whatever grip she could manage to bring about a quick end. otherwise, ghyslaine would earn an earful for the woes she had endured for the sake of strangers.


olive & ciara vs. toblerone
for
ciara's escape
one of three

hits:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 16 + 9 + 5

dodge:

Rolling 9d20: 20 + 10 + 15 + 11 + 8 + 9 + 13 + 18 + 17

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 7 + 12 + 13 + 11

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