Blood runs down her forelegs, but Naza is more worried about the sudden kitten teeth sinking into the fur of her neck. Claws digs into his shoulder as he pulls her closer. She has to think fast. Nazara tries to tear away from the boys mouth, the milk teeth tearing he pristine fur. Naza uses her bigger stature to move and grab a bone from her previous necklace between her teeth as best she could.

Nazara would attempt to stab the boy then, using the bone clutched between her teeth--its slightly pointed end would be enough to puncture, though it was duller than a knife or their claws. She swung again, and tried to get him in the neck. Anything to get him off her and to make her point painfully clear.

She was not to be trifled with, and she will spill blood when necessary.

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Nazara vs. @Erasmos
Dominance
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 19 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 2 + 1 + 16 + 4

I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground—

I could crack your skull between these motherfuckin’ thighs—I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes! I could name the date in which they’ll put you in the ground—you’re the one who said its justice watchin’ witches drown!

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His teeth find her flesh and he tastes her blood, a mix of baby teeth and adult teeth must feel strange as they meet her skin - some needle sharp and some thicker and duller. He feels a loose infant tooth slide free of the gum - it was its time, the nub of its replacement already breaking through and surfacing.

His opponent begins to pull away from his teeth and claws, but he attempts to pursue. His teeth trying to keep a hold on her as she reaches for the shard of bone, his right paw's claws aiming to dig deep and bite harder into her left leg.

The boy's body lurches upward with both their movement and her plan, the shard of bone dulled but still sharp, finds the meat of his shoulder muscle. It sinks in, but it's not easy and his muscles tighten reflexively with the pain. Claws and jaws clamping harder on anything that might be unfortunate enough to be in their path. His left foreleg, bloodied but free, instinctively attempts to swat at her, blindly striking out at whatever is within reach.

Erasmos vs. @Nazara
Dominance
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 4 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 18 + 8 + 7 + 16

icefang

She had napped a bit longer than she usually did. She had heard the call from @Erasmos, but he had sounded not too far from where she now rested in her den. Surely, someone else would get him right? If a predator had snatched him...well she had warned him not to wander away from her when she was home. The high sovereign groans as she stretches and rolls over onto her back, squinting against the sunlight that encroaches into her den. She had a suspicion that she was pregnant. Usually she would be running around the brook, obsessively checking that everything was in order and that the borders were clearly marked, but instead she had felt lazy the past week. There is a slight curve to her abdomen, obvious only if you knew of her recent activities. To the untrained eye, she appeared her normal self. Ugh, she thinks she hears a bit of a scuffle and there is the fresh scent of blood on the wind...time to get up.

Even as she rises, she adopts a lumbering gait as she heads into the direction of the displaced scents. She can smell that @Lathan and Erasmos has come this way and she considers turning away and heading back to sleep. Surely, her noble had gotten a hold of the boy. He had seemed adept at dealing with her scandalous children. However, she remembers that there had been blood on the air and something about that tugged her forward. Call it maternal instinct. Finally, she stumbles upon the scene, Icefang blinking a few times in disbelief when she notices a face she hadn't expect to see again. "Nazara!" She snarls, blue orbs locking in on the weapon clenched between her jaws and dug into the boy's shoulder. "Separate!" She orders as her gaze locks onto Lathan now noting that he was just standing there. Watching. Her expression says it all. If the two do not let each other ago, she fully expected her Noble to get in the middle and do it himself.

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@Nazara VS. @Erasmos FOR Dominance
— RESULTS —

Nazara Hits: 1 + 1 + 1 + 6 luck = 9
Nazara Dodges: 0 + 2 + 2 = 4

Erasmos Hits: 2 + 1 + 0 + 5 luck = 8
Erasmos Dodges: 1 + 1 + 0 = 2

Nazara Successful Hits: 7
Erasmos Successful Hits: 4

Nazara HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Dominance !

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.

In the commotion the witching barely hears the Queen Mother herself appear. Nor does she acknowledge the older lion. Obsidian eyes are locked upon form of @Erasmos, burning with a hellish black fire that only her soul could tame. Her make-shift bone weapon is discarded as the boy's paw smacks across her face--but Nazara knows she has won.

Seprarete! comes her Mother's voice, and Nazara is reluctant to comply.

The dark daughter shoves the boy, and regains her usual graceful composure. Her chest is beating like a wet drum, body aching and jittery from adrenaline. Now her attention falls to @Lathan and to @Icefang ♔.

"So nice of you to act concerned, Mother" she spits, the attitude prevalent in her youthful feature. "Your border patrol is weak. A man and a single cub? tsk"

A pause.

"I'm here to reclaim my place among the royalty."

I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground—

I could crack your skull between these motherfuckin’ thighs—I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes! I could name the date in which they’ll put you in the ground—you’re the one who said its justice watchin’ witches drown!

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icefang

ooc: skipping to keep this moving and get Nazara as VB

Blue orbs watch as @Nazara shoves @Erasmos away. The ice queen is aggravated, but it is more to do with her daughter's teenage tantrum to disappear for the last few months. She had grown - beautiful, but scrawny from hardship and likely scavenging for her meals. Icefang can only imagine the princess would of had the chance to develop her athletic psychic if she had not run away at a critical time for growth. There was a slim chance she would become the warrior her mother always envisioned for her. The girl spits venom at her, but Icefang regards her with a stern look. She had been created from her flesh and bone and all she can see is herself looking into a mirror. The young morph of the darkness in her soul.

"The patrol was sufficient for the threat." A jab. She might of defeated her newest addition, but Erasmos was not dying from her attack. "Was this your best or were you holding back?" Did she forget she was talking to the queen of the venom? The one that had made her this way? "That was your brother you stabbed," a tail flick as her attention shifts to her noble. "Lathan, take Erasmos to my den and patch him up." Her own bubbling aggression would shift to the pair of males if either attempted to object her order. Nazara then expects to reclaim her title and in response her mother snorts. "Are you done with your tantrum, dear?"

@Lathan

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The last thing he had expected was @Icefang ♔ to show up. He had been content to watch the squabble, they had seemed fairly matched…for a second…but then it was clear that @Nazara had the upper paw. His amused and calculated expression would disappear abruptly when the snowy queen herself would arrive. The look she leveled him with was enough to tell him that she was not happy. Her snarling commands would echo, but they were not for him, but for her daughter. He understood the look, it was his job to separate them if they would not do so willingly. He shifted, moving to separate them but Nazara would tear away, victorious. He frowned but said nothing as the Queen handled her daughter with venom dripping words. Nazara’s greeting had his brow rising, what were they supposed to do, sound the alarm for a child how silly of her to think she was more of a threat than she actually was. Icefang would quip back with her own insult. It had been appropriately reacted to. She demanded her rightful place and his head tilted more. Did she think she was worthy? Did Icefang think she was worthy? He wouldn’t know, as the Queen turned to him, instructing him to take @Erasmos to her den and patch him. He nodded. "As you wish." He rumbled, turning to the boy, "c’mon kid. Let's get you cleaned up." He would turn, offering a gently nudge to the boy in the direction of the dens so that he could get the bleeding stopped. "Speech." -exit with Erasmos? -

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Nazara couldn't hold back the eye roll that ensued at her Mother's words. Gaze flopped until they landed back into the blue gaze of the Queen--unwavering, as if to challenge her on some unseen point that was moot before it began. But the girl is a growing thing, fickle, irrational and brash in her youth. She spared no gaze to the man or boy she'd stabbed as they left.

"I could have killed him" she quips "But I showed mercy. " unlike you she thought, but elected to keep that comment inward. "Are you done being a bitch?"

It rolled off her tongue without a single thought to the potential consequences. Nazara came home because she wanted to be here, despite the fact her mother was insufferable. Her gaze narrowed, waiting for @Icefang ♔'s response.

I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground—

I could crack your skull between these motherfuckin’ thighs—I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes! I could name the date in which they’ll put you in the ground—you’re the one who said its justice watchin’ witches drown!

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icefang

ooc: removing fight post as I did not realize that @Nazara's fatigue dice prevents her from being in another fight. Also pp permission given by NAKI.

"I could have killed him. But I showed mercy. "

The ice queen snorts, her own eye roll given to the rogue princess now. What good would that have done her? To kill someone on her side? "Then you would of been given the headache to find his replacement," Considering she was still too young to make them herself.

"Are you done being a bitch?"

At this point, all hope of this reintroduction back into Vermeda going smoothly is eliminated. Icefang could forgive Nazara's actions towards her newest sibling easily. No matter how irritating this situation was, but those words she could not step aside and let her daughter come in acting like she deserved her title. Deserved to live beneath her mother's rule with that mouth. "Yes," she smiles sweetly as she takes one step forward. "Come here, Naza. I missed you." Another step and she breaks into a charge thrusting her entire weight into the smaller girl, so that she falls backwards and onto her spine. Fangs snap dangerously close at those dark orbs staring back at her. A warning, a low growl vibrating in her throat as she lowers her jaws to her daughter's ear. "Do not test me, princess" the word hissed out between clenched teeth.

The queen pulls back, blue orbs searching Nazara's face. She remembers the youthful fear that had exploded from her when she had witnessed her mother training Thruum. Was that when their relationship became sour? Slowly deteriorating while Icefang busied herself with running her kingdom? Her features soften for a moment. She is ignorant and clearly has lost her way. Her mother would fix that. Though she was unsure if it was time or a life lesson that Nazara needed to come back to her. "Welcome home. Now go clean yourself up," she orders, shifting to get off and let the dark beauty get back onto her paws. The pregnant matriarch was done with this whole ordeal and quite frankly, her current state left her feeling exhausted from this mess. Maybe she would confide in Arcania or Etain about how best to proceed with this dilemma. She could not afford for any of her children to slip away from her. Their family line was too brittle to be disjointed.

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Nazara knows the sweetness her mother portrays is not one of true affection. It sends a shiver up her spine, the voices in her skull silent at the fury that is @Icefang ♔. Whatever plans the pale queen had possessed for the young girl had been moot, here and now. Her mother charges at her--

And there is fury in her eyes. The kind that Nazara has only assumed their enemies have seen. The pit of her stomach is iron, her legs don't want to move. The assumption about Mother had been correct. She was a venomous snake, and one who was willing to teach her children painful, real lessons of the flesh.

Yet....it doesn't come.

Instead, the girl is knocked to her back and straddled so she cannot escape. Her mother's dark lips and pale fur a stark reminder of what lies in her own veins. The girl can barely recall what the Queen says, as her own heart beats a war drum song in a pulse, in her ears, her chest and her mouth. She could've sworn blood pooled in her mouth, but it was only a thought. The tongue between darkened gums was sandpaper.

....Now go clean yourself up

The little girl suddenly feels instinct take over. Her body twists and her pouch abandoned in the bones and blood of their scuffle. She bolts into the depths of the Brook, The White Terror a demon snapping at her feet as she ran, breath catching in her throat. All in her head but all viable..

....And then, the tears sting her eyes.

Nazara was not a girl of sorrow. She kept the sadness in check. When she mourned it was in silence, it was in peace, alone. The princess found that she didn't care in these moments. All she wanted was the comforting presence of Thruum and their old den in the Bluffs.

The brief thought of abandoning ner mother crossed her mind again, but Nazara dared not touch that line. It was not to be tested.

/exit

I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground—

I could crack your skull between these motherfuckin’ thighs—I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes! I could name the date in which they’ll put you in the ground—you’re the one who said its justice watchin’ witches drown!

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