Just like her opponent, Isla was thoroughly enjoying making him bleed, to see his skin being ripped open by her own doing. She had made it a point since she had become Queen that anyone who dare tried to yank her crown away landed right on a shit list she was collecting, and those on that list she wished the most harm to - and that was what she was going to do today to him. She feels her claws rake into his side, paw slamming down on the ground and rivulets of blood follow, dripping down onto the sands. Narrowed eyes catch sight of his own, lips peeling back in a snarl just as she feels his own claws rake down her ribcage, a trail of blood following its wake.

"Is that all you got, Ratte?" rat The Queen taunts through a short laugh. Her body was fueled by adrenaline fully now, dissipating whatever feelings of pain she would certainly feel once this was all done and over with. Hungry jaws snap toward the other's face now, attempting to latch onto whatever she could sink her teeth into while her left forepaw rises now, attempting to swipe at his side once more, to see just how much damage she could do to once spot before this was all said and done.


Isla vs. @Cassius ♔
for Scilla Lagoon
round i ii iii iv v
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 1 + 4 + 5 + 16 + 6 + 10 + 17 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 19 + 8 + 13 + 5 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 12 + 16 + 7 + 2

** +1 to master perk from pride tier 4 (+1 dodge)

KNEEL BEFORE ME

CODE / ART BY RABBIT

Perhaps it was foolish of him to believe that he would be entirely safe in the presence of others around him. That it wasn't them that he needed to look out for but rather himself as an unknown creature had set their sights on him from behind and made it their goal to sneak upon him. With the sudden weight at his back and the adrenaline rushing as his front half moved forward involuntarily. Guelle can very quickly tell that her teeth have found themselves some skin above his spine leaving some (currently) minor puncture wounds but Guelle is quick to attempt to roll himself forward. If this enemy of his were to stay latched upon him as he hoped she might, perhaps maybe she might be a bit squished with the help of gravity.

Güelle vs. @Cressida
for Minor Maim
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 18 + 7 + 15 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 3 + 8 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 17 + 20 + 14 + 6

i ii iii iv

ART • CODE

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [MENTIONS OF INFANTICIDE]


She asks if that is all he has to offer. No verbal response is returned back to her. Instead only his mouth opens up, allowing for her to see the mixture of their blood pooling upon his tongue. Then he is slowly swallowing it down, an unhinged laugh following soon after. He found he quite enjoyed the taste of her. Did her children taste just as sweet? Wherever it was she had no doubt hidden them away from him? The minute he came out on top, he'd be the first to find them. He'd be the first to know.

The bitch comes for his face and he turns away, bringing his shoulder up and letting her have that instead. With claws having their luck back at his side, Cassius attempts to grab hold of her neck near the base of her own shoulder. Claws seeking to wrap in and sink into the under pit of her arm. To rip at the thin skin there.

Cassius v @Isla ♔
Scilla Lagoon
4/5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 15 + 5 + 6 + 13 + 19 + 14 + 16 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 13 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 17 + 5 + 13 + 20

Art by Rabbit, Code by Minxy

If Isla knew what he was thinking she would have gone unhinged. New maternal instinct was giving here the energy to push through this challenge, to fight for not just her home but her children's, and anyone who wished to do any harm to them the Queen would see it herself that their throats were ripped through and through. She can feel her claws gouge into already created wounds, digging ever deeper and shredding more as they were drug downward before her paw places back on the ground.

Her jaws wrap around a shoulder, not her intended target but she would take it. She attempts to bite down as hard as she was able to, to move her mouth back and forth as if chewing, trying to take a bite out of him. If he wanted to enjoy the taste of her than she would do the same to him. A sharp sting causes for her body to involuntarily flinch, feeling the tearing of thin skin at the crease where her shoulder met her body, right in the armpit area. She knew that would be a tender spot for healing, but at this moment she didn't care. All she cared about was winning.


Isla vs. @Cassius ♔
for Scilla Lagoon
round i ii iii iv v
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 7 + 8 + 14 + 3 + 15 + 17 + 1 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 8 + 13 + 16 + 18 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 2 + 15 + 17 + 9

KNEEL BEFORE ME

CODE / ART BY RABBIT

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [CANNIBALISM, GORE]


He could feel the fatigue now beginning to weigh upon his muscles. Burning hot right along side the many wounds now laid scattered upon his form.

The suffering of her teeth grinding into his shoulder was masked by his own attempt at doing the same. His head too, shaking violently. Hind end bracing as both front paws now seek to try and dig deeply into either side of her body. He would attempt to thrust his weight unto her. To burden her limbs with double what they were used to. Loud and ugly snarls ripped up along her torn tissue and muscle.

This was it. The final crescendo. The grand finale. The two intended upon doing as much damage as physically possible to the other. The fact driving him now not into a beast looking to grab hold of a pride, but of one looking to bring down it's next meal. Cassius would devour this woman bones and all. Blue eyes near rolling back at the thought of bowling this lioness over, just to disembowel her and dance upon her soft exposed entrails.


Cassius v @Isla ♔ ♔
Scilla Lagoon
5/5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 7 + 1 + 11 + 19 + 12 + 4 + 8 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 1 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 5 + 10 + 8 + 9

Art by Rabbit, Code by Minxy

He had been told life in Vermeda would not be boring. And unholy hell had the pride made good on that statement. Kaos had arrived as a pride member just in time to hear there were preparations for war. And had settled in just as they marched to said war.

Glorious. It was enough to make him laugh softly in anticipation. Unfortunately he had been just a little ways outside home hunting to start with, so was a tad later than most of the brook in arriving at the scene.

But with several lion still patrolling and looking for fights Kaos knew he was hardly 'too late' to make an impact. It was madness - but in a good way. So many fights. So many scents. To pick out an opponent was a bit of a chore, but Kaos managed to spot a prowling male who looked not too far off from his own age if a bit larger.

The scent of the rainforest. Not an ally then. Perfect.

------ fight starts here ---
With flattened ears and narrowed orange eyes Kaos would charge towards @Vukasin aiming for the youth's left side, attempting to bite just behind where the ribs ended and the flesh of the softer middle section began, attempting to gain a grip.

Kaos's right front paw (with claws extended) would lift and attempt to slice at the flesh of Vukasin's left side, aiming for the tender flank just in front of the left hip attempting to slash from up near where the side joined the back and trying to draw his claws downwards across the flank towards the ground.
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Kaos vs. @Vukasin
Dominance / War
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 15 + 5 + 1 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 11 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 19 + 11 + 6 + 5

code by corvus

Dozing a short distance outside the borders of Caladan Reti woke at the first set of roars, calls to battle, calls to march. The fallen god shifted, lifted his crown and flicked rounded ears as each cry was soaked in.

Slowly he rose to his paws and gave himself a shake to free remnants of sleep and sand from the expanse of black and bronze fur. It was one part the proximity of this chaos to Caladan, and one part curiosity that drew him forward to the edges of the unfolding madness.

Multiple battles, too many to observe individually, were unfolding. They varied in ferocity yet most he glanced at briefly held enough fury to indicate bits of lions would be left behind today. Wounds that would heal into lasting marks for certain.

This, was war.

He had seen it multiple times. In all its violent glory. But what was this one about he wondered? Pride? Insult? Loss? Theft? A difference in ideals? There were so many to choose from.

Mismatched gaze was content to drift slowly over the fighters, the bystanders, the entrenched and the newly arrived - untill passing curiosity shifted and sharpened upon a dark earthen figure.

- you. -

The scent of the rainforest faintly tickled admits the cacophony of other scents as his gaze bore into the scarred figure who's visage had been detailed to him, one whos mangled face stood out distinctive.

** YOU. **

Eyes narrowed sharply, his lips lifting silently like dark curtains drawn away gracefully exposing rows of glinting white ivory. Ears folded back smoothly into thick folds of shadow, tucking into mature locks of hair.

He was moving now, circling around from a distance. Silently. Swiftly. Gracefully. You.you.you!

A grim, hellish grin unfolds on his features, a black flower blooming, each petel unfurling the soundless echo of phycological chains snapping.

You look so -lonely- wraith from the Jungle why not join in? A reckoning long overdue. The passage of time did not matter to Reti - his words were never hollow, promises always seen to the end.

Claws were extended, they gripped the sand, sifting through grains in mute anticipation. Shoulders lifted slightly, his limbs bent a little at the joints as Reti kicked into high gear - bloodlust shifting from a murmur into a howl of desire, of deepest violent need.

Reti would aim to charge Gauthier on the left side attempting to drive the bony forward portion of his right shoulder into Gauthier's side, aiming to powerfully impact the smaller couple of ribs where the ribcage terminated.

Jaws would flash out attempting to sink into the lions back behind the shoulder blades, attempting to sandwich his opponent's spine between seeking jaws. His right paw would aim to lift and attempt to drag extended claws down Gauthier's flank just in front of the left hind leg, aiming to flex claws inwards and yank downwards sharply.

Your bill is past due, collections calling.
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Reti vs. @Gauthier
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 6 + 10 + 1 + 18 + 7 + 8 + 5 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 9 + 10 + 14 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 16 + 6 + 2 + 5

code by corvus

She turned on him immediately after he sank his claws into her face, and he was eager for the challenge to come. This was perhaps a bit bold for his first real fight, but he was Rike, and Devorre, and neither of those would back down. Especially not with his father/Jarl and patriarch there. It was high time he proved himself. Her teeth left deep furrows in his face, a chunk of his fur coming free along with the flesh underneath. Blood immediately spilled down his face and to the sand beneath, as it was in many other places. Soon the sands in this area would be entirely red. But that wasn't his concern at the moment. Ignoring the pain in his face, Everick opened his jaws to return the favor, attempting to get a grip at the left side of her face, by the back of her cheek where it was close to her neck. He also lifted his left front paw, attempting to sink his claws into her shoulder or side, whatever he could reach if he could reach either. Everick vs. @Nazara for Minor Maim Round 2 / 4 Hits: Rolling 4d20: 15 + 10 + 2 + 20 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 7 + 20 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 1 + 8 + 19

ART AND CODE BY SHAZ

Hellfire and Holy Water

He doesn't have to wait long.

Ears twitch at all the sounds around him, but one in particular catches his attention. He has just enough time to turn his head to see another a little older than him barreling toward him, Vukasin bracing his body for the impact. He is shoved with the sudden weight being put on his left side and he feels both tooth and claw sink into his flesh. It's a searing pain, one he has never experienced before, causing for adrenaline to course through his veins heavily and help numb some of it out so that he could focus on the fight at paw.

A loud snarl rips free from the young Viking's opened maw as he attempts to yank his body free from the other, left forepaw rising and reaching toward the other with claws unsheathed. He attempts to slash at whatever he could reach: a shoulder, a limb, hell even the face, all the while continuing to jerk himself free. He knew it would cause more injury doing so, but he'd rather fight face-to-face than sideways. In his mind, only cowards came from anywhere but the front.

vukasin vs @Kaos
for dominance
round i ii iii
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 6 + 5 + 19 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 9 + 20 + 1 + 15

code by cala & art by drifty

ooc : * means french, he is open to fights

The sunlight lit across his features highlighting the patches of skin of where his fur had been singed away by the flames. But it did not seem to hinder the lion while he moved to heed his cousins call. Upon arrival he took his position behind @Louve ♔ 's left flank. Taking a moment to observe his surroundings and the reason why they were here. Who were they supporting exactly?

A glance was set across the battlefield, noting Vermier causing his usual chaos. Then his gaze fell upon his daughter and his stomach twisted in a uncomfortable pattern. Inhaling sharply then exhaling slowly he moved beginning to pace around the group watching the fights break out.

Approaching @Venus he chuffed quietly once before he spoke, "*Please don't do anything foolish." he spoke quietly for her ears alone hoping she would not follow her brothers footsteps. Shifting his bulk a bit he looked around them cautiously, ready to both defend himself and her. A father's duty was hard to overturn.