@Colsun VS. @Zahra FOR ECROSIA MIRE
— RESULTS —

Colsun Hits: 3 + 3 + 3 + 5 + 2 + 7 luck = 26
Colsun Dodges: 2 + 0 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 7

Zahra Hits: 5 + 4 + 3 + 6 + 6 + 4 luck = 28
Zahra Dodges: 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 2 = 9

Colsun Successful Hits: 17
Zahra Successful Hits: 21

@Zahra HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR ECROSIA MIRE!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

---

WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Roamer ★

Colsun is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Zahra Wounded Roll: 3

ZAHRA is 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 [5/19/2024], and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

His failure is evident. Whoever this Vellen is, he truly is on his opponent's side and Colsun is nothing if not a gracious loser. Knowing the pride will be in good hands is a breath of fresh air, and he only hopes he can strike some sort of alliance between the mire and the lagoon in the future. He untangles himself from the red queen gingerly, shaking his body to the chorus of blood dripping onto the ground. His eye is swollen shut and the skin below eviscerated, undoubtedly leaving him with scars. Colsun concedes victory and dips his head to the woman. “Colsun Valentine, and you?” She's beautiful now that he has a moment to appreciate her without teeth stuck into his skin – or maybe it's the heat of battle that has his blood running hot and cheeks flushed. When he turns to face the crowd, he realizes there is a whole fucking lot of faces out there. Some he recognizes, some he does not. Some he could barely make out with his vision impaired as it. “All hail the new queen of Ecrosia Mire!” he bellows, pride swelling in his chest for this woman he has only met. And then his voice drops low and he mumbles softly: “I am going to go take the world's best fuckin' nap, jesus.” Colsun winces as he turns, slipping away from the swamp with as much dignity as he could muster until he was out of eyesight. Then he was, indeed, going to take the world's best fuckin' nap. exit

ART AND CODE BY SHAZ

This was such an intense yet fun fight she had to admitt. It could have been worse had the opponent not been from an allied pride. Otherwise she would had been far more savage in her blows, she was gentle in terms of how she normally performed serious combat. She could had used poison if she wanted yet today she did not. There was not need to go that far if she didnt hold any grudge at the male she fought. She didnt even know him, all she knew was that she smelled of the Lagoon which was alied to the Summit. She stepped away from the fight limping a bit as her leg was the one who got the most of the blows in this fight. She was lucky it didnt break. Grateful with the big male for not going any harder on his bite. She bowed, showing respect at her opponent. "Zahra Sigrun is my name. Feel free to rest here all you need." She saw it fair to offer him rest after the hell of a good fight she gave her. He did his best and thus deserved rest. Once he left she turned at those who observed their fight. Both known and unknown faces. Including her sister. "I would first want to thank those who were with me all these years. To @Morrigan for being a maternal figure to me, for saving me so many times, for teaching me how a real queen is, to serve a pride instead of demanding servitude, she ruled her pride with kindness and always giving the chance to other to give their input. And thats the kind of queen i wnat to be, i also thank Talisa, and every single lion who treated me like just another member of the family. The summit will always be my home, and i want to extend my paw in alliance with you. The mire will always come to help the summit whenever you need. it." She paused to take a breath and give them chance to speak. Then her eyes turned at her sister, @Hrefna. "I also thank Vellen for always watching over me, if it werent for him, i would not be here today, He saved me and always watched over me and my family, and thus this pride not only belongs to me but to him." She didnt care if others might see her as crazy but she was firm in what she believed. "Any and all sigrun are welcome to join me, and i wont follow the rike's cruel path of keeping lions against their will. Anyone who called the Mire their home and arent related or didnt partake in Luther's wicked actions are also free to return. Any and all Rike, unless they forfeit their name, wont be allowed to reside here for they have only brought death and misery to my family and those who didnt deserve their cruel acts. Let this be a brighter new start for this blood stained swamp. Of anyone wish to join me, let me know now, or you can look for me later on." She didnt leave just yet, she wanted to give anyone the chance to join her now or later.

art by ulfied+ code by spu

The fight seemed to be ongoing and ended in a moment. Eisa knew it was a few moments longer than that when the two broke apart and the male spoke to the female. It was... not the angry words of a loser, it was a respectable comment to the female, and Eisa found herself noting that he would be a male worth knowing. She waited for the female to speak- letting her speak to Morrigan in silence, and to the others. Only when they all fell silent, would Eisa step forward a pace to speak to @Zahra.

"I am Eisa Sigrun. Daughter of Cassandra and Myrkvi. I am the jarl of the Sigrun- I fought Cirilla for it and won, after my father was lost." She says simply. "I wish to stay here with you, if you will allow it." In whatever capacity she would be had, she would stay with the female here in the Mire to build a Sigrun kingdom alongside her.

Whatever she needed.

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

Her mind was somewhere far away by the time Hrefna came to. Her seeing-eye sparked to life as the victor threw their opponent, the smaller of the two coming out the winner – the woman, the Sigrún. She blinked as her chest lept and then tightened in a frenzy of rolling emotions, mind reeling to confirm that her younger sister had staked claim upon Ecrosia Mire: den of heretics. Silently, she found herself searching for the familiar scents of Saskia – of Voluspa – anyone to anchor her in those churning tides.

Such thoughts were interrupted by Zahra's voice cutting above the crowd. Hrefna sat rigid, whiskers flexed, as she began giving thanks to the summit lions – as if they were her family, and not the godfearing blood running through her veins. Her lips pursed. Even when those coral eyes rested upon her, the words were public praise of their god.

They do not deserve to hear His name. The words curled up in her throat as if to leap out, but the sea daughter kept them at bay, locked up with the ugliness swelling in her chest and the green fog of envy threatening to overtake what little vision she possessed. Once again, a woman took their family upon her shoulders alone. Once again, it was not Hrefna.

"I am Eisa Sigrun. Daughter of Cassandra and Myrkvi. I am the jarl of the Sigrun- I fought Cirilla for it and won, after my father was lost."

She dragged her attention to the red, maned one addressing her sister. Recognition flashed in her eyes as she looked upon the lioness, though Hrefna had never claimed any awards for being a dutiful aunt.

"Myrkvi er bróðir okkar," Myrkvi is our brother, Hrefna murmured to announce herself, attempting to come up alongside the pair of lionesses with a tall arch of her neck. She tilted her chin subtly so as to better see them out of her right eye, drinking in the scents of blood, of anger, and of the sea. Above them all rose that of youth – a girl no older than her own sons, Hrefna was sure, and now claiming leadership over the Sigrún name. Whatever she felt at this was only displayed by the flick of her ear. "Hvar er hann núna?" Where is he now? She blinked, expectant of some simple answer that would deem him not-lost.

"Við verðum að halda leyndarmálum okkar nálægt. Þeir sem hér bjuggu myndu drepa þig fyrir nafn þitt eitt," we must keep our secrets close. Those who resided here would kill you for your name alone, she instructed through a curt nod, pulse quickening at the idea of praising aloud in front of such an assembly – and with their numbers so scattered, at that.

"Ég mun ganga með þér, systir. Það er mikið að gera." I will join you, sister. There is much to do.

Vellen willing they all live to see it through.

---

@Zahra @Eisa

photomanip & table by k'sariya

He did not seek affection from her, but he stood there- and when she turned at his greeting- she was upon him. Gryff was ramrod straight, and no, he absolutely did not lean into his mother's embrace. Thank you very much. He did not allow himself that comfort. That gift. What is she sorry for, he wonders, that she escaped and he did not? That he had been stuck here to starve and wither away in a place that was unforgiving and cruel? He had survived. Shouldn't she be proud of that? Of him.

Then she asks if he's okay. He's not. "Fine." His voice is nasally, even to his ears and the word is flat enough that he doesn't think she'll believe it. "Don't know. Haven't seen them." He mutters flatly- his gaze on his mother shifting off towards the fight that concluded with the red female winning against the much larger male. When she speaks- his gaze rests on her, but he does not know what he wants- what he thinks. Gryff looks away from the fights conclusion back to @Solanum- wanting to see what she had next to say.

artwork by irish, coding

code (c) daanyen

Hurt flickers across her face when her son doesn't lean into her, she inhales softly and bites her tongue for a moment, watching the end of the fight, her son had not seen his sisters which only meant they had to have left. Escaped? Right?

She tried ignoring the hurt, but it was plastered on her face, she shook her head gently, cursing Hubert silent, "Lets go... I'll come back to search for your sisters later... Let's go home.." Where was home? Truthfully she'd not actually made herself a home but she'd return to the Summit to be with her father and siblings, her eyes follow Colsun out, and a stab in her heart echos.like a cavern.

She swallows her pain and nudged him forward, gently trying to guide him out of the Mire, she would talk to a healer later and see what he needed to get better. Then maybe she'd find someone for both of them to talk to to heal old wounds.

(Exit with @Gryff)

He did not know what this change in Mire leadership would mean, but he hadn't expected his mother's return and he hadn't expected to be guided out so abruptly. Gryff did not doubt his mothers love for him, but he simply had grown used to doing what he needed to survive- and that hadn't left a lot of time for feelings and things. He sees the hurt flash across ehr face, and he scuffles his paws in response- guilt clawing it's way up his throat. It is an unsettling feeling and he doesn't want to hurt her feeling but he.... he cannot help the way he is trying to rationalize things, the way his brain is sharpening and bringing him closer to becoming a male and a boy no longer.

She herds him, gently nudging him and he does not resist, though he cannot help the last lingering look at the Mire. The place that had been his home and his prison all of his life. "Where are we going?" He'd question, his words a query to her about the destination she had in mind, but he would not balk and he would follow like the dutiful son.

-exit w/ @Solanum -

artwork by irish, coding

+5 Study the landscape of an area
+5 Gather useful information on a enemy lion or pride

---

Along the salty shoreline, valuables floated out to sea. Half rotten carcasses with gleaming bony ends. Lots of small, reddish-brown things, being monkeys or squirrels in life. One large ex-zebra, probably from a hunt toward the north riverish side of the mire. A crocodile. Stinky crocodile... he wrinkled his nose and kept walking. Wherever the caches had been, they'd been flooded out, but he knew the basic diet of the former pride at least. And nobody on the east side seemed to need any help. All the commotion centered around the pride challenge. He headed back with a sway in his stride, trying to force himself to be calm and prepare to slip back over the borders. He hadn't, until now, heard even who was challenging.

Until someone announced it. The new queen of the Mire. Huh. Maybe it was someone he knew. Just had a feeling. That familiarity in the voice he hadn't been able to pin down. He gave up semblance of stealth as he approached the gathering and noted no fighting other than the challenge already ended. He didn't want to look at the blood on the victor as she spoke. Even though with her red color, the blood didn't look too bad. It still had a bad texture that would make him queasy if he looked at it too long. So he looked sideways, keeping an eye pinned. All he knew of @Zahra previously was that she was a scout, like him, and she'd come bearing news of the Mire prison break. She was on their side. Or his side, at least. And maybe -

it was an odd time to have a realization of hope. Amidst the stinky humid spring, feeling this gross flooding under his paws, but under the rot was growth. Not like the summit, where it was always cold and dry and he needed pelts for his den. Summit where respected members maimed children, where he couldn't help, an ice sheet of destiny where he spun wheels against someone else's fate. But he could change. Maybe? Tail shaking, he stepped toward the new queen, his head bobbing as he wasn't sure whether to bow or crane his head for attention. This could be new! This could be fun! He could help scout the marshes and hunt and clean up and - invite his fathers to come too, rest their aging bones in the lowlands, it would be fun! Nice marshy retirement home. Just ignore all the trauma that most members of his family had here. Eh, it wasn't his trauma. Not a big deal. No way this could go wrong in painfully obvious or more subtle ways. And he'd fix it later anyway.

"Um, Z-Queen, Zahra?" oh god new senpai please notice him. "It's Weimar? Seraphiel's son?" Also Bronx's son, but he didn't know if she knew the less war-inclined lion. "Can I join? I know a little about scouting, and I'll make sure to tell my family where I've gone." big eye mode engaged. Pleeeeease?

Her humming would calm her only marginally, the sensation, like cold fingers brushing down her spine, unrelenting. It was hard to dismiss it as paranoia when it went on for this long. 'Why..? Why are you staring at me? What have I done to deserve such attention?' She inwardly questioned. What made it even worse was not knowing the intent, if they looked at her with interest or a desire to harm for some unknown transgression she had visited upon them. Or maybe she was losing her mind? Was she prone to paranoia and fear for all of her life going forward?

The fight ahead had ended quickly, giving her the excuse to leave this place. She should turn and go as everyone else would soon be doing. Perhaps she would be misplaced among the shuffle, her resident creep unable to decern in which direction she had gone.

She felt anchored to the ground where she lay, legs numb and heavy beneath her. Eventually life would stir in her limbs and heart beat more rapidly. She was afraid to turn around and potentially see some beast staring back at her from nearby. When she did turn, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. A quick sweep with her eyes of the surrounding grasses, tall and concealing, not revealing the familiar male of silver dapples.

She would move at a slightly quickened step, feeling a chill despite the warm sunshine pressed upon her backside. She was eager to be back home, in the solace of the glade, among familiar companions not of the lion variety.

/exit Bordeaux unless stopped_{BG — ART — CODE}