+5 - observe a fight (zabrina vs harou)
+5 - maintain your weapons (sharpen claws)
+5 - observe a fight (parthena vs nyaxia)

they begin fighting in earnest only minutes after kjartan arrives and the boy's attention is rapt, watching each exchange between the two fighters with unrivaled focus. it's likely kjartan has never been this still nor this quiet... ever. in fact, he's so focused that he barely even notices @Vice arriving at his side, only the briefest of sidelong glances sent in his brother's direction to ensure his identity.

then, another fight breaks out. a kid that surely isn't much younger than them hurtles towards an adult and kjartan can hear his blood roaring in his ears as helah's command registers. that random girl was helping - though the boy couldn't quite tell if she was doing a good job at it or not - surely he was big enough too! naturally, he was going to do much better at throwing the intruders out. he was the strongest boy, after all.

kjartan's lips twist downwards in annoyance at his brother's question - you're focusing on the wrong thing! "does it look like i know?" kjartan's tone is short as orange eyes scan the gathered people, looking for the supporters helah had told everyone to kick out - not that he was doing it because she had ordered it. if that girl could fight someone, then he could to. "focus. look for someone to fight." he hisses to vice as an afterthought.

kjartan is open for fights

He was late to the party but he wasn’t rocking up looking to party. Instead he had been trying to find @Aphrodite. He had followed her scent from the cove and when the call came out for the fight wondered if she’d go. It would be important to know the outcome so he made his way to the borders. Inching on the line he danced as he studied the scents there. Finding her scent he followed it to the place everyone was gathered. There was many fights and those looking for fights so he carefully made his way to where is queen was talking to another. Bowing his head politely and respectfully to both as he sat down to watch as well. "Who is it that fights… who- oh the lioness from the falls." He started to ask as he noticed the two toned lady he had seen at the falls not long before. "How interesting." He mumbled. He didn’t care of politics the outcome of this fight mattered not to him as he saw territory fighting as just things that happened. Still he wondered in silence who the Cove was rooting for.

PATHFINDER;
+5 Explore the borders of a pride or group 1/2

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euralie is attempting to hide!
ghost tethers bind her to this desert, and be it they or her own proclivity to sleuth, euralie finds herself skittering across its sands to the beat of an echoing challenge.

strangers — all of them. an audience of foreign faces and scents she dare not converge with, lest she sacrifice a carefully-selected vantage point upon the crest of a neighboring dune. vibrant silks of deepest carmine complicate the endeavor to lay low and blend seamlessly with approaching twilight, but still, the peitho attempts to mitigate her shortcomings with tried-and-true methodology. downwind positioning and flattened form ensure (or so she’d hope) of maintained secrecy; and, with no small degree of self-satisfaction, euralie turns focus upon the distant main event, at long last.

she were not ignorant to their plight: a power struggle, so commonplace to this dreadful peninsula, that she’d receive its brutality without so much as a batted lid. neither party struck her with familiarity, but a rabid frontline of similarly-painted blues did speak to the reigning sovereign’s identity. he were predatory – barbaric in a way that reminded her of her father – and from her outside perspective, the nymph felt inclined to see him rise above the would-be usurper at his throat. nevermind that he, too, bore the title of usurper — and to the half-siblings she’d never known, and might not ever._{BG — CODE}

I am the killer
in your mirror

The call had come and Rhesk had been away from the Oasis - spending his time beyond their borders in search of others to convince to join them... by force if required. When the roar echoed across the sands, followed swiftly by the call to arms of his own siblings... the beast would feel his leash tighten - the tug upon his nape as he rushed towards them and snarled.

As he arrived, the pale wraith would seek to steel up behind those lurking beyond the borders, fangs bared, and snapping threateningly at any nearby individual too close to the border for his taste as his silver gaze - molten with rage landed upon Father and the female standing before him. As the prince would slip easily between the crowd of onlookers, his gaze landed on @Brighid ♔.

"She's mine if she falls." Lips spread across his lips, hungry as his gaze searched the females bi-colored form. Oh, how he would love to carve into her flesh, leave a mark of his own.. And perhaps - maybe someday, twist her to be what he wished of her. Of course he had no knowing if there would be others that would wish to claim her as their own... but it would be certain...

She would not be leaving this place once she was done. "She does.. after all want to live here so badly". Malice dripped from his tongue just as the toxins of his bloodlust did. Jaw had clenched so tightly that his fangs had bitten into his gums, leaving the faint pink tinge around his lips to betray the more bloodthirsty nature of the demonic lion.

Trembling were his limbs - not in fear or worry..but anticipation. Gaze lingered on each lion in attendance in turn, noting hungrily those that had already begun to battle to splash their bloody offerings upon the sands of the Oasis. But a hound he was, waiting for the hand to reach out and unclasp the chain from around his neck.. a finger to point.

A simple command and the hell he would unleash...

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She probably shouldn't be here. Coming to a challenge without a chaperone was indeed a stupid move. Lúllia had heard plenty from her cousin Lilliana about what went on at such events. But she was curious; and she had willingly allowed it to get the best of her.

Andal had been a far off memory for the older members of her family. The first place they had settled when arriving in Amaryllis. Though she knew that the Savante would want to be closer to their Mother, she now found she quite enjoyed this place. Wondered why they hadn't just stayed. The way the sand shifted around under her paws was truly amusing.

The little lioness merrily slid down the dunes, far more entertained by that than by the fighting. Perhaps someone else would enjoy this as much as she? Nothing like goofing off with a friend!

Lúllia quickly scrambled her way back up the sandy hill so as to survey the many bodies below. Hmm. Well she didn't think it wise to ask any of the current inhabitants. The way their adults stalked around their defensive line was quite off putting.

Eyes then settle upon a vaguely familiar figure. His coat was so like the sand around him that she had missed his presence all together. And to be honest, she wasn't even one hundred percent sure that this was the same boy. Gone was the pudgy little cub she had frolicked with in the fields.

Whelp! Only one way to find out!

Lú shifts and slides her way down toward @Aspen. At the final clearing to even ground she leaps. Coming to bound at his free side. Hi! The girl trills gleefully.

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The fight raged on before them, though it was of little consequence to Noemi; she had no loyalties to the king so she cared not who came out on top. Though, she mused. She would be free to leave as she wished in the event of turnover. Less hassle to deal with to make her own moves.

The easiest battle? "That it is," she agreed with a nod, eyes on @Pyrrha ♔. "It’s just the beginning for them both. In his victory though, the king has testament of his prowess; makes him a desirable ally." Another fight breaks out among the crowd; a cub, likely being a little brat out of her element and biting off more than she can chew with the way the woman responded to the attack. And then another; violence breeding violence. Such was the way of things.

And then, an order rang out to maim or kill the challenger’s supporters. Noemi turned briefly to look at the woman, @Helah, who gave it, but that was as far as her interest went. She wasn’t about to fight for someone else’s gain. Eyes back on Pyrrha, she continued, " The woman, on the other hand, becomes enemy number one for members loyal to Harou; she comes in and disrupts the lives of many. Not easy to come back from that. How," she begins to ask as she lowers her voice to a whisper between them, "would you handle that?"

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Andraesa's eyes darted from Andal to Andal, her nose searching for Arduinna's scent among the many sandy-pelted lions that had arrived. The one that called for violence... that one must be the queen of the Oasis (a far cry from Aphrodite's elegance, if she were to be honest.) Another woman of ice and snow flanked her, alongside a slew of creatures that looked remarkably like her winter-woman and -

Him. Andraesa's lovesick smirk faded into a sneer as she caught @Rhesk, glinting in the light like a sword at a barbarian's waist.

Thought and reason did not propel her forward then. Instead, she moved on instinct and malice, a surge of irritation evident in the way she darted towards, her claws outstretched to mar his face... again.

I would not be so certain, as you could not even grasp the last woman you took on, fool. She hissed against him as she aimed to crash against him - round two, bitch.

Andraesa vs @Rhesk
for Minor Maim (i hate ur face)
Round 1 / 4*
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 10 + 2 + 12 + 17 + 20 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 7 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 18 + 19 + 11 + 16

*permission given by roamer to fix round counter to correct round number

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Zinnia

She was supposed to stay away or stay hidden. How was anyone supposed to stay hidden in a desert? Short legs would have her taking too long to catch up, by the time she arrived, panting softly her guardian was already mid battle. Zinnia had brought with her lavender, because…well…that was really the only plant @Zabrina had taught her about. She could use that to calm down Zabrina if she lost…or won…whichever happened. Being short had its perks sometimes, but seeing a fight happen in a crowd? Not one of them. Zinnia would huff, leaning back on her back legs to peak over the heads of some others. That is, until she found the sight of @Aphrodite.

The cub grinning, waddling her way all the way up the dark colored woman. Plopping her butt down on the woman’s paw she would look up and grin, tail twitching. "Hi best fweind!" She greeted between the mouthful of lavender. After a moment she dropped the lavender, looking at the dried plants with a frown. She had lost quite a few of the petals on the travel here. Maybe it would be enough? "Is Zabby winning?" She asked, her tone perhaps a little less hushed then it should have been, causing her to grimace slightly, but her friend would protect her. After all, it wasn’t like she saw @Kvare there to protect her, like Zabrina said he would (she could totally be blind and just not see him in the crowd).

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Medic:
+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (1/2)

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Her trials through the near-death experience her littermate had inflicted on her had made her almost like likely to stumble from Harou's headbutt. She was more resilient than she realized it seemed. Her teeth find purchase against the bridge of his nose, teeth tearing at the skin along it. Her front claws also found their target - slashing against his chest muscles. Zabrina felt some sort of pleasure in making him more wounded. She had done that - she was not the weak lioness who she had been upon the day she had been attacked by her littermate and forced to run.

He would retaliate in turn, aiming to grab at her neck. More specifically, aiming at her jugular. Knowing she could not afford to let him grab at that so very tender portion of her neck, Zabrina would aim to jerk her head sharply to the left so that his teeth still hit her neck - but wouldn't get her jugular specifically. Getting somewhat annoyed by his now second attempt to go for her neck like that, Zabrina would attempt to twist her head around and aim to sink her own teeth into his neck if she could manage it. Simultaneously, she would attempt to slash her front claws into Harou's paws if she could do so.


Zabrina vs. @Harou
For Andal Oasis
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 11 + 5 + 16 + 14 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 19 + 14 + 17 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 19 + 3 + 5 + 2

if anything's confusing don't hesitate to reach out ^^
"She starred in one of the ones that became nothing."

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I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

Wasn't that interesting? It seemed they weren't so different after all. Had all the changes in those past months served to unknowingly bind the two women closer? After all, they'd shared so much even without spending much time together. But sands, really? What was so desirable about this place?

That and more raced through her mind as she left the territory, long after the call had already faded. Not because she wasn't intrigued, but because she wanted to see what the new rulers of the Cove would do. Would they go to see who would win? And just as expected, as she moved along the border, she found a fresh trail of a now familiar scent leaving the Cove behind. Pale lips curved into a smile before her own call was heard across the nearby territory. A call for her Viking to join her. Would @Haakon answer as he had before? Though the call was all there was. With it, she'd easily informed him where to find her, so she wasn't going to wait around. Not when there was something rather interesting to see.

And she didn't take too long to arrive. Moving across the sands with the regal grace of a warrior queen, the pale woman let her gaze wander over those present. Blazing verdant gaze landed on @Pyrrha ♔, regarding the younger woman with at least a polite look. With her head held high, she strode past those gathered by the border before settling next to @Aphrodite. The Cove's queen was greeted with a low rumble, as were the darker female (@Ciara) and the cub @Zinnia, before her attention fully turned to the fight.

Though she wasn't too familiar with the male, the challenger was the one she watched more closely, prior thoughts fading in once more. This would be...interesting. While she watched them both closely, her expression remained neutral, not betraying any thoughts of who she might be supporting in this.

+5 Observe a fight (Harou vs Zabrina)

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