Teeth chattered in anticipation as the newly-fledged yearling found her way down into the throws of the pit. Words rang loudly within the back of her head as she went, her age having progressed significantly despite the fact that experience did not – she was DIeudonne and yet had seldom been given the opportunity to taste blood, to fight, or to uphold the sacred name branded across her chest. Her youth had been stagnant, for the most part, littered with chaotic events that she had been forced to simply watch unfold given her age, and status, and inability – but no more.

Today, Delphine was intent on beginning her training, whether or not her famille were the ones to facilitate it. It was time to take matters into her own hands and begin preparing for the hunt, which she knew was going to be coming quite soon. It sang sweetly to her – a bloody promise dangled in front of her nosee since birth – and, quite like staring down the barrel of a gun, the vipress was ready for whatever fate and fortune had in store for her.

Settling comfortably within the center of the arena, the yearling squared her shoulders as she let out a low, rumbling snarl, lips curling back across ivory fangs as she demanded the presence of someone, anyone, to satiate her appetite and indulge her desires. There was no harm in a little friendly competition, was there? Except for the fact that their competitor would not be terribly friendly.

delphine vs. ???
For dominance
Round zero out of three

TRIGGER WARNING !!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.

Frequent mentions of Cannibalism, Morbid Thoughts, Blood, Violence

Her wounds were raw, still oozing with pain, yet she wore them like a badge of honor. The ache of every cut and bruise resonated deep within her very being, but instead of holding her back, it fueled her fiery spirit. Miaran craved the metallic taste of blood, the insatiable hunger within her growing stronger with each passing moment. With a predator's instinct, she prowled through the Pit, her eyes alight with anticipation.

When the call for battle rang out, a wicked grin spread across her face, her sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. With ears pinned back against her head, she crept forward, drawing closer to her unsuspecting prey. A young yearling caught her eye, ripe for the taking. But then, the scent of Wolfbron filled her nostrils, a warning to show restraint. Yet, the desire to indulge in the thrill of the hunt overpowered any sense of caution.

As she approached Delphine, a sly smile played on Miaran's lips. It was a dance of dominance, a game of power and control. With a flick of her tail and claws at the ready, she exuded a dangerous allure. "Votre déménagement," your move, she purred, the promise of chaos and bloodshed hanging heavy in the air.


@Delphine vs. Miaran
For dominance
Round 0/3

@Squid ★ said I could fix

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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your hands are wet
with the blood of an empire

the solitary beast had been sprinting along the blood-splattered corridors - jogging in a strenuous exercise to hone his muscles - when a call to violence beckons the ivory wraith. a singular ear flicks forward, noting the rising notes of blood-letting resonate like gunpowder against the coppery air. arawn moves slowly to heed to the call, to be a spectator amongst their midst, muscled flesh surging forth as long, gangly limbs unfurl against the thickness of his chimerian, winter furs.

along the way, he allows his talons to scrape against the boulder, as he sharpens his weapons with maniacal glee. queitly, he takes a seat from the sidelines, curious see how this fight will unfold, relishing the tension already strung against the cool atmosphere.

double exp
+10 observe a fight
+10 sharpen your weapons
+10 exercise to gain strength

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Beggars can’t be choosers – but that did not mean that Delphine did now arch a brow as an unknown woman made her approach, wounds and scars already littered across her soot-kissed figure. The yearling regarded the other for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty passing through her mind (was she going to be able to beat a fully-grown lioness?), though it was quickly and stubbornly stifled as she clamped her jaws together, eyes narrowing in an intense sort of determination. She needed to remember who she was, and what she had been bred for – this would be a trial for her, and she would embrace it as she would any other.

At @Miaran ♔'s invitation to let Delphine begin (and why was she speaking her mother tongue?), she simply grunted lowly in response, attempting to angle her body so that the two of them stood head-on. Absently, she also noted the arrival of a ghost in the wings – an observer in the shape of @Arawn – but opted to ignore it, for the most part. Remaining focused was imperative, now, after all, and the heathen found herself more motivated than ever before to prove herself, especially with the eyes of a spectator barreling down upon her. And so, it would begin.

Launching herself towards the other, Delphine’s jaws would part as she instinctively sought to jut her right shoulder forward, attempting to ram it into her opponent’s chest upon impact. At the same time, Delphine’s skull would tilt upwards, ivory fangs reaching and attempting to clamp down into the larger woman’s right cheek. She wanted to taste blood and, by the looks of her adversary, she wanted the same.

delphine vs. @Miaran ♔
For dominance
Round one of three
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 1 + 20 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 14 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 7 + 12 + 17 + 20

TRIGGER WARNING !!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.

Frequent mentions of Cannibalism, Morbid Thoughts, Blood, Violence

Blood, blood, blood. It surged through her veins, fueling her with a primal strength as she stood poised for battle. With ears flattened against her head and tail thrashing behind her, Miaran prepared to face her opponent. The young lioness charged forward, aiming to strike her with all her might. Miaran braced herself, digging her claws into the earth in a desperate attempt to defend herself.

As the collision came, Miaran felt the sharp pain of impact, knowing that bruises would blossom later on her body. But she refused to back down. With teeth snapping dangerously close to her face and hooking to her cheek flesh, Miaran fought back with all her might. She lashed out with her razor-sharp claws, attempting at aiming to inflict as much damage to Delphine's face and neck as possible on her adversary to get the younger lioness to let go.

A primal growl rose from deep within her, a fierce sound that echoed around them. Miaran's eyes blazed with determination, her focus solely on emerging victorious from this brutal clash. The taste of blood poured as her wounds from Delphine's fangs in her cheek seeped crimson, but she pushed through the pain, refusing to let it weaken her resolve. As she struggled to break free from the younger lioness's attack, the taste of blood filled her mouth, the metallic tang a stark reminder of the brutal nature of the fight. In this moment, she was a warrior, a force to be reckoned with, fighting with all her heart and soul.


@Delphine vs. Miaran
For dominance
Round one of three
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 1 + 13 + 18 + 14 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 7 + 6 + 20 + 15 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 20 + 8 + 16 + 2

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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Their bodies collided with a resounding crash and, for the first time, Delphine was able to indulge in the thrill of true battle. It was not some squabble with her siblings, but rather a raw and senseless spar with a stranger – it could have been anyone, and yet somehow, @Miaran ♔ had been the one to answer the Diedonne’s call today. And so she, if nothing else, would do her best to (hopefully) prove that she was a worthy opponent for the more experienced lioness.

It was with satisfaction that Delphine felt her teeth sink into the side of her adversary’s face, blood quick to pool across her tongue with that familiar, sickly-red taste washing over her senses. The feeling, the smell – she reveled in it all, adrenaline surging as the yearling flattened her ears across the width of her skull, back legs bent in an attempt to maintain her positioning in the aftermath of their impact. This was what she had been bred for – what she had been born for.

She knew, however, that her onslaught of initial attacks would not come without repercussions. Because it was only after another brief breath that she quickly, and painfully, felt miaran’s claws raking down the side of her neck, tearing moderate lacerations across brunette flesh and splattering her own blood across the arena. She snarled in response, instincts taking over as Delphine attempted to withdraw her teeth from the other woman’s face, spittle and blood oozing within the corners of now-stained lips as she did. The vampress was not about to cower, however, which was why she was quick to move again, her body-weight shifting as she sought to raise her left paw from the earth and swing it up and towards Miaran’s face, attempting to bat the other away in frustration.

Inexperience may shine through, but if Delphine was anything, it was stubborn.

delphine vs. @Miaran ♔
For dominance
Round two of three
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 20 + 19 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 17 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 8 + 10 + 15 + 9

TRIGGER WARNING !!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.

Frequent mentions of Cannibalism, Morbid Thoughts, Blood, Violence

Again, again, again! The fierce battle raged on as their claws ripped through flesh, painting the ground in a vibrant shade of crimson. The intoxicating scent of blood filled the air, fueling her primal instincts. Every slash and every strike brought her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Her own face was a canvas of pain, a mask of torment that she wore proudly. The sting of wounds only served to remind her of the savage dance she was engaged in. And then, a brutal smack to her muzzle, a searing pain that only fueled her wrath further. But she was undeterred, her fury burning brighter with each passing moment.

As claws tore into her flesh, she retaliated in kind. With a snarl of defiance, she attempted to rake her talons across Delphine's face, wanting to relish in the sensation of warm blood oozing from the wounds. Her eyes narrowed, filled with a primal rage that consumed her very being. Ears pinned back, tail thrashing wildly behind her, she was a creature of pure instinct and ferocity.

She snapped towards the paw that dared to harm her, her own claws dripping with the crimson life force that flowed freely in the midst of battle. Miaran did not care if she caught the paw in her fangs or if it caught air. In that moment, she was no longer a mere lioness - she was a warrior, a force of nature unleashed upon the world. And she would not rest until her opponent lay defeated at her feet.


@Delphine vs. Miaran
For dominance
Round two of three
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 20 + 14 + 6 + 10 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 8 + 17 + 3 + 10 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 1 + 13 + 18 + 4

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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beneath a guise of sisterly devotion, the urge to possess does sing.

compulsions drive her from the heart of wolfbron and into periphery shadowlands as she prowls in the wake of the deserter — in the wake of the wayward @Delphine. conscientious footfalls and purposeful distance permits the bleue with a level of stealth she’d sooner maintain; and though it renders her arrival belated by comparison, she were timely enough to witness the brutality her sœur sought to inflict. beads of crimson fleck the pelts of ex-princesse and elder opponent, alike, and cyrene’s stare hovers upon them as she files along the shadowed crags of the pit’s outcropping. despite the audience the waging brawl had garnered, she heeds the idle @Arawn little mind with a focus centered upon delphine: content to linger out of sight and out of mind.


cyrène is attempting to hide!

ART & CODE

i’ll give you more, more, more – much like the restless mind of the other warrior, delphine surged forward in pursuit of lofty instincts and vibrating hunger. Each shift of her weight was intentional, poised, and it was with soured satisfaction that pain began to litter her figure, blooming promptly from each attack and swelling that poignant, heavy feeling that sat within her chest. She had felt a somber sort of isolation from her family ever since the fall of maman, but this was a trial all her own; it was her fight and her own, selfish quest for revelation. Delphine would prove to them, one way or another, that she was not one to be simply nor callously overlooked.

smack –

The sound reverberated through the air as Delphine’s paw made contact against the side of @miaran’s cheek, chest rumbling in, again, what could only be described as a sense of bravado and contentment. The Dieudonne was met with equal intensity, however, as the woman’s claws sought to tear across her own face in retaliation – and though Delphine was quick to tuck her chin, the attack was unavoidable, and fresh wounds were torn open across the side of her temple as Miaran’s claws found purchase there, spilling crimson down across her cheeks and into the corners of those narrowed, venomous eyes. even the pain was enticing, she found, as it acted as a sort of liquid courage, luring her closer and closer to the edge and bringing into question all existence of rhyme and reason. She could not, and surely would not, stop – not until her failure or her victory became abundantly clear.

And oh, was she gluttonous and sometimes senseless – which was why, as her opponent's fangs snapped towards her lifted forepaw, she did little to stop it. Miaran’s jaws clenched around the delicate bones of her foot, tearing wounds and bludgeoning bruises as fires were sent jolting down her spine – but, alas, Delphine still would not stop. Instead, the yearling would attempt to curl her talons inwards, flexing her toes as she sought to tear and pierce the fleshy mouth and lips that now encompassed her paw. At the same time, and in a last ditch effort to rid herself of the larger woman’s imposing skills, Delphine would also seek to rock her bodyweight forward again, moving quickly as she attempted to ram the top of her skull up and into the sensitive part of Miaran’s lower jaw.

delphine vs. @Miaran ♔
For dominance
Round three of three
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 19 + 13 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 7 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 14 + 16 + 6 + 15

TRIGGER WARNING !!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.

Frequent mentions of Cannibalism, Morbid Thoughts, Blood, Violence

Blood, blood, blood! Blood, rivers of blood flowing freely, a sacrifice of pain and anguish offered to those who fail to understand its beauty. Each drop of crimson staining her once pristine grey fur, a testament to the violence and passion of the battle. Her wounds, like scars of honor, marked her as a warrior in the midst of the fray. With each swipe of her claws, she sought retribution, leaving a trail of red ribbons in their wake.

Her claws tear into the flesh of her enemy, leaving a trail of red in their assault. The taste of copper fills her mouth as her fangs find their mark, sinking into delicate flesh. Her teeth had hit their target and sank into Delphine's paw, attempting at not fully shattering the fragile bones beneath her grasp. But even as she inflicts damage, she too is wounded.

The young one fought back with a vengeance, claws tearing into her tender flesh, mingling their blood in a dance of pain and fury. Claws slice into her tender tongue, filling her mouth with a sickening mixture of her own blood and that of her foe. The pain is excruciating, but she bears it with grim determination. The impact of their collision reverberated through her skull, a symphony of agony as she struggled to break free and gain distance.

Blood dripped from her lips, staining her chin and tongue with the metallic taste of battle. Though her wounds would heal in time, the scars would forever remind her of the ferocity of their clash. Her words, once smooth and eloquent, now stumbled and stuttered, a cruel reminder of the cost of war.


@Delphine vs. Miaran
For dominance
Round three of three
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 7 + 17 + 3 + 16 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 6 + 5 + 2 + 15 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 20 + 19 + 2 + 6

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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