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it's a femininomenon!

Scarce few words are passed between them - too few, too little - before @Aphrodite throws herself forward, lunging towards the winter beast swathed in his rage and icy robes. Andraesa lets loose a roar of encouragement as the two collide - her goddess and the man of the blasted hearth - hoping for one clear, death-touched victor among the two.

In her wake, Aphrodite leaves two strangers for her to play nice with, a cub and a soldier. The soldier - @Tanmay - speaks first, diplomatically, and Andraesa tips an ear to him. I am moral support, little more and little less. I care little for the succession of the western prides, my band is enough to sustain my cares and wishes. Her eyes drifted back to Pyrrha, bloodied, beaten. She scarcely registered the Usurper, all ablaze in her righteous, royal fury. Pyrrha absorbed her vision, totally and wholly.

I will find Aphrodite once the queen has cooled. And, Miss Zinnia - she winked at the child as @Zabrina approached, - I will bet you one whole honeycomb that your friend wins this fight. That is a gamble for you.

And with that, she slid away after Pyrrha, her paws clicking into double-time as the rest of the Cove began to settle back into their storm.

/exit

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His ears flatten as the lioness speaks but his expression does not change, he decides he cannot trust her but equally he is interested in her place within the band - does she know his mother?

Dropping his gaze to the child he places a gentle paw on her head, she has a strong sense of right but then most cubs do, and @Andraesa gives her an example of a gambler before lifting herself from the gathering and wandering off, he watches her go only briefly before @Milano joins them. His brother flops down beside him, resting his head on Tanmay's leg, the strawberry male drops his head to tenderly lick the bloodied fur on the younger male's neck. "You did very well."

The cub is stubborn in her desire to remain until her she knew her friend was safe, "We will all stay together, and watch @Aphrodite fight. It will be a good training opportunity for you." His tail flicks behind him and he smiles at the lioness who had joined them (@Zabrina), "Even the gentlest lion should know how to defend herself."
He hoped Aphrodite would come out well from this fight with the unknown male, but their bought was difficult to gauge.

The Queen's final words brought Tanmay's attention back to her and he stood, positioning himself between the crowd of trespassers and his companions. He did not expect conflict, but Milano couldn't be expected to fight again and he certainly didn't want to leave the young cub exposed - he would congratulate Miaran later.

@Zinnia

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she's got the devil in her eyes
pretty in the light, even prettier at night

She is unaware of many things. Her vision has become red, her heart pounds in her chest and for all she knew, Miaran could've lost their crown. Their ever growing Empire. But she didn't, instead her focus had been on the man who had dared to steal her back into the desert. Into the pit of nothing but heat and despair. If one really thought about it, Aphrodite would tell them that it wasn't Harou who ruled the Oasis but Helah. The glorious woman who fought to keep her child safe when Aphrodite butted in to keep her own safe. Yes, Zinnia is not her own but she was to be protected as such. That was something Aphrodite could admire in a ruler, and yet Harou had thought that stealing her would be punishment.

A dark growl escaped from her jaws as her fangs dug into flesh and blood began to deep into her throat. The ache was there, stronger than ever and barely sedated as she felt her claws dig and tear into Harou's side. And to think that at one point in their life, she had allowed him to touch her in such a way that it would be considered a lovers touch where now she tears into him with a ferocity that even Miaran may not be able to match. But oh, Aphrodite just finds herself high from the scent of iron in the air.

His body shifts, and Aphrodite feels it and so she would attempt to rip flesh from his spine and drag her claws down his side as he came for her throat. Violet jewels narrowed in on his jaws as she would shift her weight so that once her paws hit the ground it looked like she was bowing if only to feel those jaws come mere inches from grabbing a hold of her throat but instead digging into the side of her neck. A growl erupted as Aphrodite would then attempt to throw herself upwards and ram her shoulder blades in his jawline. She was here for blood and it would be his that she would be dining on tonight.

Aphrodite vs. @Harou
Minor Maim (Facial Scarring)
Round two

Hits;

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 18 + 9 + 20 + 10 + 14 + 15 + 17

Dodges;

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 7 + 20 + 2

Luck;

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 19 + 10 + 1

table by ryuu

Aria rubbed his head against Analía’s dark shoulder, eagle to re-kindle their bond. His nostrils flared at the strange scent that clung to her fur, and he wondered where the healer lived nowadays. They lift their head, forcing themselves to witness Pyrrha’s deadly dance – pools of blood stain her fair body. Her dance partner is also adorned in her life essence, and the power of both seems to be fading. He nodded at Analía’s assessment of the ongoing battle, then looked at her when she asked about him. “If I’m honest, I’m not suited to the life of a loner.” They were momentarily distracted by the unique pelt of Zabrina as she arrived and settled down next to an unknown girl. Aria hummed at that, and pressed his feet further into the sand. “What have you been up to since we last met, @Analía?”

And so it ends. @Miaran holds her crown for another day. The bard watched on helplessly as the Cove queen verbally attacked his princess, and yet he would not risk it all by crossing the border. His ears perk forward as Miaran spoke, her words ring with truth, although he feels the teeth of treason bite down. The viper speaks the truth - she has proven herself again and again. Pyrrha on the other hand, is silent in defeat. The cheetah glanced her way, concern across his features as he tried to imagine what she must be thinking.

Instinctively Aria averted his eyes from Miaran’s venomous gaze when she turned it upon the crowds and ordered that they leave. He watched Pyrrha’s last defiant act, to spit blood upon the sands, and noticed the limp though she was probably trying to hide it from him. I'll be with you soon, love.

Potential Bard EXP
+5 Attend a challenge (1/2)

look at the fire and think of me

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None dared to call the Illyrians enemy, allowed to cross her brother's former borders without vengeance, at least thus far as the two Queen and their Lead Fighter observed. Morrigan's claws slipped from their sheathes as she realized Pyrrha was going to lose. Lip curled into a momentary disappointed snarl before leaning instinctively into @Talisa to calm herself so she could listen to the words the twice-anointed Queen had to say.

She rose as @Miaran finished her speech, her mismatched eyes looking to meet the Caladan High Sovereign's gaze. She waited for Pyrrha to leave, noting the direction she took just in case she might need aid with a brief glance before speaking, "So you marked up my brother's pretty face. Good for you. Never discouraged me," she sneered through heavily scarred visage, left gums exposed through split lip as she bared her fangs.

"Take your own advice and don't underestimate her. Only the gods know your fate, and we fear none but them," she assured in response to the woman's curse before flicking her tail toward @Riven, a silent command to join their departure. She would look again to @Talisa, giving her a moment before moving to exit with the other Ilyrians. exit unless stopped

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Talisa held firm to the side of @Morrigan and did not at any point stray nor make any accusations towards either party. They were here in support of Pyrrha and even though Morrigan had crossed the borders to witness, Talisa felt as though she had held her breath all the while. Hardly able to form words as a lioness passed and thanked them for their service here today before they, too, kept moving. Thankfully her wife was able to form said words and Talisa was left to give a faint smile.

Their victor would not be standing tall today but tomorrow, perhaps she might. Without any further fanfare Talisa was more prepared than anyone else to exit the Cove and find something a little safer to bide her time with. exit talisa

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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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he is fueled by bloodlust and rage. wrath becomes the army's wolf. every edge of the winter titan shudders with the need for violence. like a salivating wolf aiming for the flesh, he seeks the wench's jugular, snapping forward with savagery. instead, the barbarian meets the side of her neck, though he would bite down hard and try and jerk backwards, in an attempt to cause her as much pain possible. the taste of her blood would fill his mouth, red elixir to his thirsty jaws. but it is not enough. it will never be enough, until her body is a lifeless husk, empty and devoid of breath. imagining her limp and hanging would fuel the beast's thoughts, feeding him with delicious ideas of murder. if she continued upon this trajectory, he would make sure to meet her again; he would hunt her down, like he hunts and skins his animals.

together, now, they clash in a collision of flesh, fang and fur. her frame would crash against his muscular own, causing a ripple motion to shudder down his toned muscles. as she surges forward again, she would come to smack him in the jawline with her jutted shoulder, leaving intense bruising there, as sharp pain would flood his senses. harou ignores his pain, as he attempts to draw forward like a viper; attempting to bite her face with the aim of ( possibly ) gouging out her eyeball. he would seek to dig his long canines into whatever facial flesh he can manage, attempting to shove his teeth into whatever crevice available, if he can time his attack well. he doubts he will take out an eye, now. but there is always a next time, a next move, a next attack.

harou wants more than blood.

he wants her in fucking pieces.

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

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 18 + 3 + 20 + 1 + 17 + 14 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 16 + 11 + 7 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 15 + 16 + 17 + 20

Rolling barbarianberserk 1d30: 12
Look out! You have gone berserk! (+1 to hit roll for the next round of your fight)

Rolling paladinbuffer 1d30: 12
You have managed to buffer the attack! (+1 to dodge roll for the next round of your fight)

There was much still going on but as he laid there he felt a wave of pure exhaustion wash over him and relief as Miaran won. He had been confident that she would but he was still pissed that he missed watching her whole fight because of that desert flea. Damn her. He hoped that he had left something for her to remember her by.

Leaning against @Tanmay he grunted in response to his lick and praise but only really moved when his brother stood up. He wanted to stand up and roar with him in support after @Miaran gave her big speech but instead as he tried to watch Aphrodite fight her battle he couldn’t help it any longer and fell asleep.

exit via sleep

PATHFINDER;
+5 Win a spar or fight (defaulted or judged)

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Attention would shift over to Aphrodite, watching as she snuck towards a lion, her intent clear to him. She would not even wait, fangs seeking his spine and claws serving as potential anchors. It seemed like a useful strategy, as any damage to the spine could leave an enemy weakened considerably.

The challenge would end, the Cove still held intact by its queen. He would look on as she spoke, but he did not feel any connection with her speech. He was a lion of action, proving himself in that fashion, words hollow and minimal. At least he would not be pushed out of the Cove prematurely, when he still had so much more exploration to do.

Digging his claws into the rough ground a few more times, he would get up and proceed to leave the vicinity, safe in the knowledge that he still had free roam of the place. There was so much yet to do.

/exit Daedric

she's got the devil in her eyes
pretty in the light, even prettier at night

Fangs dug into her neck still, tore at her flesh and blood began to pour. She could feel the sting of flesh and fur being torn from her body. Could smell the blood that now soaked her neck and dripped onto the ground. But she was mad. Caving into oblivion. Into the darkness. Into the madness Reti swore she shouldn't go into, but oh she was. And she revealed in it. They clash, and her shoulder ring with bruises and the impact of hard jaw against bone. It would ache throughout the entire fight. And she would push through, ignoring it.

Jaws surged towards her face once more and Aphrodite would jerk her head up and away, feeling the fangs dig into her cheek beneath her eye. Feel the flesh being torn and the scars it will more than likely leave behind but she kept on pushing herself backwards, upwards. Throwing her arms upwards and aiming to wrap them around his head and drag them across that once gorgeous fave she had grown fond off as she would attempt to tumble back to the ground.

Aphrodite vs. @Harou
For Minor Maim (facial scarring)
Round three

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 12 + 15 + 10 + 11 + 5 + 16 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 2 + 11 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 15 + 2 + 9 + 3

table by ryuu