It was over! She pulled away and he left his mark. He hadn’t been looking at o mark up such a pretty girl but she was the one who started it. As @Noemi got close to him and threatened him he snarled. Lips curling over his fangs as a dare. "Such big talk. Run along now little girl." He growled watching her coldly with narrowed eyes and pinned ears. As she left he started her down. When gone from his sight he took a deep breath and let it out. Grunting at the pain and the exhaustion he was feeling he moved slowly looking towards Aphrodite and her fight, before looking at Miaran and seeing her right wrapping up. Grunting he was pissed he didn’t get to watch it but was glad he kicked the desert girl’s ass. Going to sit next to @Tanmay and @Zinnia he gave a smile. "Don’t worry the queens are tough." He said trying to reassure both of them. Laying down he attempted to lean his head against his brother’s leg as he watched the fighting. He was too tired to really move but knew he would have to go find @Khadija sooner or later. Seeing @Zabrina he just have her a soft nod in greeting but said nothing.

code by corvus & art by moogle

@Miaran VS. @Pyrrha ♔ FOR CALADAN COVE
— RESULTS —

Miaran Hits: 4+4+2+4+3+8 Luck = 25
Miaran Dodges: 5+4+2+4+4 = 19

Pyrrha Hits: 3+3+3+5+3+9 Luck = 26
Pyrrha Dodges: 2+2+2+2+1 = 9

Miaran Successful Hits: 16
Pyrrha Successful Hits: 7

MIARAN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR CALADAN COVE!

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.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Zena ★

Pyrrha is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Miaran Wounded Roll: [roll !1d5 on discord]

Miaran 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 7/13, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Ah. There it was.

The inevitable call for control of the Cove.

Reti was slightly supprised it had taken as long as it had. And while he was making his way to the seaside pride.

While traveling the chimera spared a thought to hoping Miaran was not too injured from previous battles and able to fight in peak condition.

Entering the area mismatched eyes soaked in the scene. Only a few battles, unsurprisingly Aphrodite was in a fight.

Reti's eyes darkened a shade as he noticed who her opponent was.
What a pain in the tail.

Many scents soaked the area. Reti hummed very softly in thought, defenses loosely in place, waiting.

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The searing pain of claws tearing into the delicate flesh of her paw caused Miaran to snap her fangs dangerously close to @Pyrrha ♔'s face, her eyes ablaze with fury. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she forcefully pushed herself away from the strawberry lioness, her bloodied fangs bared in a menacing display. Ignoring the sounds of battle echoing behind her, her focus remained squarely on Pyrrha, who stood defiant before her.

Fille idiote, you should thank Kvare for warning me of your arrival. He, too, was a fool, as I permanently damaged his face, Foolish girl Miaran spat out, her words dripping with venom. Despite the excruciating pain throbbing through her heavily injured paw and leg, she limped forward with grim determination, the sound of broken bones cracking with each step - a painful reminder of Pyrrha's vicious attack.

You dare to question my rightful claim to these sands. The Tollaire may speak of entitlement to these sands, but I have proven myself above your former High Queen, your former King, and now you, Miaran's voice boomed, commanding the attention of all who watched the spectacle unfold. With every word, Miaran's passion and ferocity burned like a raging fire, igniting a primal fear in all who dared to challenge her. You dare call me weak for not engaging in battle with Kvare for these sacred lands, but little do you know that he now carries the lasting marks of my fierce vengeance from our last encounter. You have underestimated me, but I stand as the formidable force that brings justice and retribution to those who dare challenge me.

Yet, in a sudden shift, her tone softened to a dangerous whisper, meant for Pyrrha's ears alone, I once offered you peace, but if you and yours dare to trespass on my territory again, I will show you my true wrath. I will be your fierce Executioner, and that vile Witch will have no power to save you once I am finished with my task. The threat hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the consequences of crossing her. There is only one being I fear, and it is not you.

Miaran's attention shifted to the onlookers, her heart pounding in her chest as she straightened her posture and locked eyes with them. The lioness who had bested her in Andal was nowhere to be seen, and @Milano was wounded, but the victor remained a mystery. On the sidelines, Aphrodite and Harou clashed, their battle raging on, but Miaran paid them no mind. It was her Black Widow's judgment, and she was not concerned with it.

Her gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Every face, every detail, etched into her memory as the heavens opened up, the rain pouring down around her like tears of fury. I am Miaran Baudelaire. I have been called an usurper, deemed unworthy of my crown, she proclaimed, her voice ringing out above the storm. But I have proven myself time and time again. I may not come from high blood or noble origins in Amaryllis, but I have earned my place through strength and determination.

Her words were like thunder, commanding attention and respect from all who listened. If you had hoped for my downfall tonight, I curse you with the nightmares of your own worst fears, she declared, her voice unwavering in its conviction. If you have no rightful business here, then leave now.

Despite the exhaustion and blood loss threatening to consume her, Miaran stood her ground, refusing to retreat until her wife had finished her own battle. Her legs trembled beneath her, crimson staining the ground at her feet, but she remained resolute. She was a warrior, a leader, and she would not falter in the face of adversity.


Trespassing: Morrigan, Talisa, Valka, Riven
Not Tresspassing: Analía, Nyaxia, Arkyn, Magdalena, Aspen, Karsa, Zaahir, Aria

Welcomed/Allies: @Reti ♔ @Louve ♔ @Velasco

@Khadija @Tanmay @Neeha @Lagertha @Daedric

table code by daanyen

Her mouth and tongue are too swollen to talk. And perhaps for the best, for this bitch did plenty of talking for the both of them and Pyrrha would hate to waste the time of the lions who had shown themselves. Egotistical. Entitled. Undeserving. THIS was part of life? Was this not the same as she had done to them? Come for the chance to take the throne? Well then...

This woman will die. If this was the edict, if the crime of trying to steal Caladan was death then the warrant would be put out for the end of @Miaran for she was as guilty as Pyrrha for the crimes of attempted conquest. These threats were hollow, they were stupid and from the lips of a scared woman so figures Pyrrha and she does not take them seriously. Of course she would throw about threats, when her pride was mediocre and consisted more of traitors to Sunder and Kvare than actual creatures of substance. Zabrina, Lagertha, among the Caladan lions. Pyrrha glares knowing their way.... where was their love and loyalty for Sunder, for Pyrrha's mother? Had her mother not a single mate who wasn't just trying to ride coat tails? There they sat... Pyrrha shakes her head and looks away.

She spits a combination of their bloods into the rainy sand beside her and warmly smiles with each limp and sign of pain shown by the other. Pyrrha's own face such a mess it was hard to see the macabre bloody teeth and grin she flashed the victorious Queen. See you later.

She turns to leave.

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

Though she had her own thoughts and hopes for this, none of it showed on steeled features, kept hidden behind frozen walls of cold diplomacy. Slender form shifted briefly, shoulder brushing against @Khadija's side in a comforting manner. "Everything will be alright, you'll see. People tend to underestimate others," she said softly, her gaze never quite turning from the fight.

Only when a familiar scent reached her, did she finally avert her gaze. Briefly, she watched the chimera, looking her over to see how she was holding up. But then her attention returned to the fight. And it was over soon after her attention returned to it. While she hadn't been too sure who would win, she did have a feeling how it would turn out. She didn't know what Pyrrha was thinking when she felt the younger woman's gaze on her, but she could guess. Let her judge and believe what she wanted to. Her heart remained true to Sunder, no matter who held the crown of the Cove. And what did the girl even know? She knew nothing, yet she judged her. For all she knew, the warrior queen was simply visiting as well and sitting with a friend. After all, they hadn't seen each other since that day. So how would she even know?

Her nose crinkled slightly, sharp fangs bared in a silent growl. But then she rose to her paws, striding over to @Zabrina, lightly nudging her head against the other woman's shoulder. "Good to see you're still in one piece," she purred quietly before lowering her voice a little more. "Meet me at the shore." That was all she said before stepping away again. With her head held high, the Valkyrie strode from the scene without looking back.

Exit

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And now the kingdom comes, crashing down undone
and i am a master of a nothing place, of recoil and grace

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the battles had drawn to a close, and the caladan wenches would win to keep the cove fortress for another day, but harou would pay no mind to the championed queen as she spewed forth her long-winded, melodramatic words. the voices would hum over his head, white noise in the background, for he has eyes only for his general - @Brighid ♔'s - and for a moment, he would seek to lock gazes with his winter queen, but before harou can descend and steal her, he feels the sudden rush of air bursting at his side, making him whip around in a savage frenzy.

ofcourse, it is none other than aphrodite, coming to lunge at him, and a sadistic laugh spills free of harou's lips, amused at her sheer audacity. she was either very brave, or just stupid. in harou's mind, aphrodite was nothing but a two-faced whore, and he would seek to put her in her rightful place. beneath him. any room for mercy would have been utterly abandoned when she'd try to claw his infant son, an act that would leave harou completely enraged and full of fury, despite how he had welcomed both miaran and aphrodite into his home. in harou's mind, both lionesse were without honor, spitting in his face with their reckless actions. he had no doubt that caladan would eventually crumble, if this is how they treated their alliances. all of this coupled with his failure to steal the caladan sovereign, and it would only deepen harou's need to teach his ex-noble a lesson. the time for mercy would be over, whatever trust between them had completely dissolved into wrathful bitterness, twisting old passions into murderous intent.

where once harou had left caresses down aphrodite's flesh, harou now seeks to flay her alive. the lioness' weapons would thus slice down his spine and across his ribcage, leaving long ribbons of blood down their wake. pain blooms beneath her savage touch, flaring across the winter titan's nerves, and a snarl would spill free of harou's lips as he feels her claws and teeth against his wounded flesh. attempting to reposition himself so he can fully face her, harou would try and turn. simutaneously, he brings his jaws forward in an attempt to seek the woman's jugular, if he can succeed in surging forward, aiming to grab her with his bite. she was not worth his attention, but if was gonna come for him, he would not hesitate to fuck her up.

Harou vs. @Aphrodite
for minor maim (facial scarring)
1 of 4

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 12 + 7 + 15 + 4 + 9 + 3 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 9 + 10 + 20 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 17 + 14 + 2 + 1

Zinnia

The girl did not expect Zabrina to show up, but when the chimera did, Zinnia would glance to the woman, unwilling to take her eyes off the fight between Aphrodite and Harou for more than a second. Milano had said that the Queens were tough, but she was doubtful. She didn’t doubt their toughness, but her own parents had been tough- fierce even- and they rot in the ground…or were burned…maybe both. She sighed softly, shifting her weight uncomfortably.

@Zabrina would nose her, knocking her off balance, in an attempt to judge if she was injured, n-no…I’m okay. She answered, falling to the ground awkwardly as she tried to continue to watch the fight. Zabrina would try to scoop her up, but she would duck out of the way of the paw that came her way. I want to see! She chirped, I havta see she wanted to say. There was a desperation in her voice, she couldn't... She didn’t want to run away this time. Ears twitched as Zabrina mentioned teaching her about more plants if she insisted on coming to more fights. Can you hewp (help) my best fwiend? She asked, head tilting to the side as she once more stole a glance at Zabrina, a pleading look in her eyes before those yellow orbs snapped back to the vicious battle.

So engrossed in the battle, she hadn’t noticed @Reti ♔. When she finally did notice him it was only for a flickering second. A moment was long enough to recognize the bronze swirls on the dark coat. He had helped her in the oasis fight. She didn’t have enough attention to spare him to see if his wounds were healing. And him. He is my fwiend too.. She said, though she didn’t realize that Zabrina wouldn’t know who she was talking about (maybe) since she was staring at Aphrodite, not Reti.

Somewhere, the Queen that thad defended her home came out victorious, but Zinnia only had eyes for one fight. She did register the words that boomed over the battlefield, however. Even if she didn’t understand all of it. She understood high blood and noble, she was high blood- she was a Law…but here in Amaryllis..she was a nobody. No one (hopefully) knew of her existence, that she came from a fierce and vicious bloodline. Miaran spoke of curses and then not long after, she commanded those without business there to leave. Zinnia wriggled in place, as if solidifying (to absolutely no one) that she was not moving an inch until she knew that Best Fwiend was safe and not dead.




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just like that, the challenger has fallen. brighid is left standing in suspension, the world spinning beneath her, her paws not quite on the ground. she feels dizzy, panicked, the delight in seeing the fall of @Miaran swept from under her in a matter of heartbeats. brighid has wanted to watch her lose to secure her own freedom and to spite the leader of the pride that had accosted the oasis so much misfortune. she inhales a sharp breath, prepared to make demands but then - she sees him.

he had come for her. sharp, visceral, a ghoul of his word - but still, brighid wonders when it was that she had begin to doubt him. she knows the look in his eye. she had writhed beneath the brunt of his fury before but this is different. "@Harou," brighid is prepared to seek out the side of her king, to whisper to him how she is okay, to find his scent on her pelt again, to lay waste to the cove but he is intercepted by none other than the traitor. aphrodite is little more than a thorn in all of their sides and she thinks to when she had demanded punishment and judgment for the traitorous wench. perhaps now, harou would have his vengeance.

she stares at them for a moment, frozen in the noise and the undoing of it all. @Miaran spits curses at the challenger as they leave and brighid turns to face the cove champion. she speaks above the din, pearly fangs worrying her lip, her claws trembling and ready to be used. "release me," brighid calls out. it is all she can do to be civil right now, urging the bristling fur along her spine to settle.

miaran had cursed those what prayed on her downfall and brighid can already feel the weight of that on her shoulders as the cove and oasis rulers maul each other on the sandy shore of the cove.

let them settle their grudges. let her go.

art by rabbit, code by javs

+5 Observe a fight (Pyrrha vs Miaran)
+5 Observe a fight (Noemi vs Milano)
+5 Maintain your weapons (clean teeth)

Rain came in a steady drum, a relaxing rhythm against his already soaked fur and skin. It was a breif respite from the summer heat, and from the desert heat he would eventually return to. Bits of wood from his stick fell as he chewed, littering the ground and his paws, scrubbing his teeth nice and clean. Harou's arrival was noted with a curious glance, his agitation visible. No order to stand and fight, nor to turn and leave, came, however, and so Zaahir was content to remain where he lounged and watch the end result of the scuffles.

The boy somewhat older than himself won his fight, leaving the girl with what looked like it would become a lasting mark if she didn't find a good healer soon enough. And then a dark woman launched herself at Harou and he realized he recognized her from the battle at the oasis. Some bad blood there, then?

And the battle for the territory itself came to an end, the reigning queen retaining her crown and turning to make her victory speech. Which meant that was his cue to clear out. Zaahir would rise to his paws, shake out his fur, and adjust his grip on his stick. With a flick of a tail, he'd turn and resume his coastal stroll, unbothered by the weather.

-exit-

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