He feels it now. Feels the clock ticking by. The slow motion ending of her life. His hold upon her hits; not quite where he had in mind, but nearly. She jabs out her shoulder at the last crucial second. Causing his murderous grip to latch deeply into the side of her neck. Her blood coats his mouth with a violent spray. But it is a victory he cannot enjoy for long.

Her teeth sink darker into his crown, her paws coming up to slap at him rather haphazardly. But her claws land within what he can only perceive as desperation. His own claws, from his left paw, rise and attempt to grapple a hold on the other side of her neck. To try and push and shove while he maintains a grip with his teeth. If he could not kill her than he was out to put upon her as much damage as possible.


Cassius v @Levana
Minor Maim
Round 4/4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 17 + 19 + 9 + 18 + 13 + 1 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 19 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 5 + 18 + 15 + 4 + 10

Art by Rabbit, Code by Minxy

He strikes forth like a whip, and his jaws meet flesh.

But it is not the taste he so desired.

It takes him moments to recognize his own taste, the brown pound of meat torn from him asunder. His incisors nick Ludivine’s lips, and her nose, but he does not feel her blood flow down his throat. It is his blood and the blunt pain of their brutal collision.

He chews as his skull seeks to pull away. He chews, tearing the tender flesh in half so he may swallow while the other falls to the ground. So he may devour himself. He savors it, even if it is not Ludivine’s flesh. It was not the first time he’d eaten a piece of himself, and if he lived to see the light of day it would likely not be the last.

He realizes how quickly this all happens when Ludivine launches another assault, her talons digging painfully into the gaping wound across his heart. Blood seeps generously, muscle tendons snapping like threads. The war dog howls in pain, red-marred jaws springing open as if she’d pushed a button, snapping toward the offending limb. He attempts to wrap them tight around the middle portion of her leg, farther away from the dangerous claws, so he may try to gain a solid grip.

He will tear her limb from her before he ever let her reach his beating heart.

Apollinaire vs. @Ludivine
for Death
Round 5 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 2 + 3 + 9 + 18 + 20 + 17 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 17 + 2 + 16 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 6 + 20 + 9 + 2

Surprise flickered through her as she felt the flesh under her teeth starting to pull away, so fragile it seemed. Amara's claws pulled along the flesh across Léontine's ribs and as she pulled back, separating flesh from the owner. Leo let go of the hold she had on Amara and the flesh tore away from Leo causing Amara's balance to become more unstable. She grunted as her paw went back to the ground as she wavered some on her wounded legs. She dropped the flesh from her mouth as Leo plowed into her and her teeth sank into the meaty part of her neck but was dangerously close to vital areas. Amara snarled sharply as she rose to meet Leo, her haunches taking her weight as her wounded forelimbs lifted up. One set of her claws attempted to claw into Leo's head, aiming to claw into her eyes and the other attempted to claw into the open wound on Leo's neck in an attempt to get her to let go of her own neck. She knew this fight was for her life, to take a life, and she knew it wasn't going to be easy. Amara watched for an opening for her teeth as the pair kept moving in their entangled dance toward death. OOC: Wrote this and my brain just refused to focus soooo please let me know if its trash and/or you can't understand. Amara vs. @Léontine Death Round 4 / 7 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 20 + 8 + 18 + 15 + 3 + 17 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 9 + 11 + 3 + 19 + 1 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 8 + 9 + 3 + 6

Table by Ice. Graphic by Lars.

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of gore, cannibalism

As her flesh parts, Amara discards it - and there's a moment that Léontine can't process such disrespect. But the moment is short lived and filed away for later, when she can properly take care of the chunk of herself that has been so callously discarded. The once-sovereign wavers only minutely and Léo's eyes narrow in nothing short of arrogance. Already mentally celebrating her win, seeing the outcome like a prophecy.

Amara lunges forward as Léo lunges up, flinging her bleeding limbs out. As the fighter's teeth sink into her opponent's neck, shy of the vital position she's hungry for, she attempts to tighten her hold. She doesn't want to lose it - even as Amara's foreclaws are swinging for her. One lands true, digging into the open wound of her neck and the pain is like an explosion even through the adrenaline - but the other misses, at least mostly. With her face pressed so tight to Amara's neck, the claws snatch her ear instead, tearing down the side of her face and ripping shreds into her left ear. It bleeds like a bitch, the entire wound that opens up, and she squints her left eye shut to keep the blood from blinding her, should she change her angle.

As Amara's paws stabilize, either in Léontine herself or by hitting the ground once more, the Firnen Dieudonné intends to use her grip on the neck to her advantage. With her lower stature, she attempts to put her weight into her haunches and whip her head back and forth while maintaining the grip on Amara's neck, like a dog with a bite sleeve, hoping to shred the bitch the way she'd shredding Léo - except closer to that delicious, life-giving artery.

She wants a clear shot to rip her throat out, to see her spine shining.

Léontine vs. @Amara
for death
Round 4 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 12 + 7 + 19 + 3 + 15 + 9 + 1 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 10 + 12 + 18 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 17 + 13 + 16 + 2

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What a romantic meal they share, like slurping a spaghetti noodle from both ends — only more grotesque and macabre in nature, as the intended meal is instead the flesh torn from the warrior's breast. Along with lacerated lips and nose she can feel the pain that ricochets through her teeth and gums from the collision, but oh how worth it it is! Lips painted bloody red as she sneers at the beast, enjoying her own pound of flesh left behind in her mouth as she swallows it whole. Delicious—

She wants more.

@Apollinaire ducks his head and wraps his jaws around the girth of her extended forelimb as she digs into his meat with her claws. Teeth grip firmly, and for the moment she doesn't try to tear herself free — that would only make the damage worse. Instead, she lunges down with hungry maw as she attempts to sink her fangs into his skull in retaliation. Perhaps, an eye?

Ludivine vs @Apollinaire
Death — V of VII

Hits

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 4 + 1 + 17 + 8 + 18

Dodges

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 4 + 6 + 7 + 3 + 19 + 11

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 15 + 13 + 11 + 3

Pound for pound, Kireena would best the boy, for boy he still was. And boy he would be for quite some time even after his second birthday. It was apparent that the yearling had felt she SHOULD recognize him, and the red giant would let her memory search even as his talons takes down her chest. The pale fur was marked and stained with crimson as he did so.

His jaws would seek to control her head and a wicked smile would split the lips of the druid. With a vicious snarl, she would attempt to slam both skull and neck upwards, teeth clenched against what she was sure would be pain with the movement. Even now, Kireena didn't want to hurt the yearling - but she knew well enough that he would hurt her if the tables were turned.

Thus, she would attempt to brace her paws against the ground to give her form strength and momentum in the attempt to unbalance the boy. Even as she would feel his fangs slice the skin upon which he'd fixed his teeth, she would do her best to keep her chin tucked and not give him an opening for her throat.

Kireena vs. @Roussel
Minor Maim
Round 2 of 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 3 + 14 + 4 + 13 + 20 + 1 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 12 + 18 + 1 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 18 + 7 + 13 + 2

code by corvus, art by rabbit

His jaws are latched in her shoulder and she hissed in pain, this fucking boy was becoming a fucking nuisance, she snarled into his face, her teeth attempting to latch even deeper, even if she lost, she wanted him to remember her. She was not a weak, pitiful woman who'd lost her husband, even without Ryker, she was still something to remember.

She feels his claws move to press deep into her shoulders to shove her away, she feels pain in her shoulder, a furious scream is muffled into his face, one paw slams back to the ground so she can shove her body forward to keep him from ripping her shoulder apart, while the other tries to dig her claws deep into his face, hoping to gouge out flesh and feel bone.


@Levana vs. @Cassius ♔
Minor Maim
Round 4/4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 20 + 14 + 13 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 17 + 13 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 12 + 8 + 5 + 17

Normally, he would’ve stopped to thank for the meal that Ludivine provided, but there was no time for such pretense. Not that he was sane enough to jest.

The gums of his teeth ache so painfully now when his incisors wrap snugly around Ludivine’s limb, fit like a deadly glove. The Undead King feels the bones of her toes flex in his mouth before he feels the burning pain across his open wound. He wanted to howl again, but his jaws were too busy. Instead, Apollinaire attempts to lock his teeth tighter and jerk his head up and back so he may try and wrench her nails away from his wound, fully prepared for the pain that he may cause himself.

Ludivine’s teeth flash dangerously close to his face, and at the last moment, he shuts his eyes instinctively to avoid disaster. However, her teeth sink into the naked, scarred flesh of his brow, easily digging down to the bone and scraping whatever meat Ryker had left there. Blood streaks down to create a grotesque mask down the side of his face, and he feels the world spin momentarily, his sight darkening at the edges as he struggles to keep his balance with spread limbs. The pain burns like a thousand suns, and even if he survives this whole ordeal the wound will likely never heal, leaving pale brow bone exposed to the light.

Apollinaire vs. @Ludivine
for Death
Round 6 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 12 + 9 + 13 + 11 + 16 + 20 + 5 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 2 + 10 + 4 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 16 + 9 + 15 + 4

** means French speaking

Momentarily lavender eyes roamed the field while the patch colored lion moved around the group. He was scanning for four figures, Louve, Amara, father and.. Venus out of habit. When he realized he would not see his sister here he felt a twinge of regret but mostly pain and anger bubbled up over the first sensation. Maybe Mars would have benefitted from being a only cub. Spotting Louve and his father he made his way to the pair, cautiously watching the group. What had transpired to incite such madness? Noting Apollinaire fighting the mouthy woman again, and Amara in a fight with a lioness he never bothered to learn the name of. Silently he would sit six feet behind his superiors and kept his guard up, listening for any signs of idiocy trying to creep up on him.


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@Louve

ART BY SPU, CODE BY DEE

DELPHINE

divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate — it will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-dark and wanting

There is a wild sort of inferno burning in her gaze, now – unhinged, on the verge of complete calamity should this not go as intended. There was only one outcome that Delphine would be able to accept, and should it not be the one that unraveled – may the gods have mercy on them all.

She stood there bristling, craving any indication or glare from the others that would give her self-decided authorization (an excuse) to force these intruders from their doorstep. Ludivine’s agreement with them did not provide immunity to become lingering ghouls in the shadows, nor did it provide them the ability to disrespect the commands of a Dieudonne within the walls of their own home – and she would remind them of such as needed and as necessary. Because untouchable was one thing that they were not, irrespective of Ryker’s death. The approach of @Roussel at her side had Delphine looming on his request for a moment longer, her gaze sweeping to his and mirroring his look of hunger as she reveled, selfishly, in his inquiry for permission from her. She tugged the leash, holding him close in pause as she sought to gauge the reaction of the others to her demand — for she was fully intent and happy to forego the chains and set him free the moment that they stepped a toe out of line. But it was the subsequent series of events that had her, quickly, reeling anew.

The vaguely familiar face of @Sébastien caught her attention as he decided that he, somehow, was fit to answer for her. She may not be Louve nor Amara, but she was a Dieudonné all the same, and she could not help but to feel as though the overruling was a flagrant display of disrespect. It prompted a gutteral sound to rumble from the heathen’s chest, crown swinging in the advisor’s direction as further chaos unfurled around them and Roussel, instead, opted for another enemy. You will not answer a question intended for me again. She snapped hotly, venom oozing as she flashed her teeth, though did not intend to make further tension with her own pride-mates. Not today, anyways.

Instead, Delphine would relocate @Cyrène, quickly, amongst the growing fray, as a wave of instinctive and deep-rooted protectiveness befell across her shoulders. She moved quickly then, away from the others as she sought to return to her rightful place at the moonlit beauty’s side – where she had always fallen in times such as this. And though Delphine were content heeling for now, as it seemed all of the wayward onlookers were being dealt with, her defenses remained poised and her fangs exposed — hungry as the wolf she was, even now. Avec moi. With me. She murmured lowly, curtly, to her sister as she aimed to hover alongside her flank, all whilst pinching the complicated swell of emotions that loomed beneath those dark, parisian tones. One way or another, things would never be the same for them, or for their family, again.

code by cala, art by drifty