Laboring to establish a territory in the gorge (and preparing for the imminent delivery of her unborn child) had kept the dark imp busy. She’d not realized how busy until a voice, bloated with conceit, boomed across the sky and quickly turned her in the direction of the Lagoon. Empowered by the maternal need to defend her son Güelle and by the adrenaline rush that accompanied it, the Miroslav mother soon found herself hurrying down onto the beach. The charcoal leather of her nose wrinkled as the scent of the Brook struck her senses and made her look toward those that reeked of it. The manner in which the challenge had been declared and the growing presence of the Brook horde caused her lip to quiver over her canines in a vanishing snarl.

The moment she found her sunspot, she moved to him. Léonie slipped beside @Güelle and seated herself beside the growing boy, watchful and expectant. She was ready and willing to dismember anyone who so much as thought about flashing their teeth at him.

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i drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death, in every city memories would whisper
here is where you rest


This wasn't her fight. This wasn't her fight. This wasn't her fight.

She was going to make it her fucking fight.

Nyaxia may not have been the most active participant in the world of Firnen, but she was not going to pass up the opportunity to smash skulls together at the expense of Icefang's pride. The lilac lioness felt only white hot rage as she stormed onto the scene, calling for @Arkyn to announce her decision to attend. If he wanted to come hover, he was welcome; as long as he did not get in her way. They had worked well together and she anticipated another two-on-two battle would go well, she just needed an opponent. She needed a Vermedan opponent. Not Icefang herself, not just yet, but her intentions were clear and the body language screamed loudly: she was ready for a fight.

(Open up to minor maim)

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The call that rang out for her sister's crown made the Valour-Greyflood's blood boil, especially with it being only just after her sister had given birth to her first litter. She knew Isla could handle herself, but she also knew the toll that birth could take on a lioness - especially a litter as large as her sister had just had. But when her sister called for the pride, the elder Valour-Greyflood would march behind her. Ever her sister's sword, at her beck and call while she called the Lagoon home.

As she approached, she noted her sister had already taken care of starting the fight with the challenger - but her gaze would drift towards someone else. Someone she wanted to take a piece out of, and had since the bitch had taken the Brook from her initially. Without any fanfare at all, Cassandra let her defenses fall into place as she suddenly lunged straight for @Icefang ♔. She wanted to settle the score. And to be honest, she wanted to take a piece out of the white bitch. Revenge would be sweet.

-- Fight starts here --

She would aim to cover the distance between herself and the Brook queen with rapid pacing, hopefully catching her off guard. Jaw was opened wide, eyes scrunched to protect them as her teeth aimed to latch on to the other woman's throat if she could. Simultaneously, her claws would outstretch in an attempt to drive them deep into Icefang's shoulders - aiming to wrap the queen in some sort of twisted bearhug. She wanted to make her hurt, and she wanted her to pay for sullying the land of the natives.


Cassandra v. @Icefang ♔
For Major Maim (TBD)
Round 1/4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 12 + 10 + 7 + 13 + 11 + 20 + 3 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 12 + 2 + 1 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 2 + 16 + 8 + 4 + 19

**+1 hit dice due to pride Tier 4 status - "Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade)."

50% chance of going berserk (+1 hit rolls for the next round, once per thread):

Rolling barbarianberserk 1d30: 23
You have failed to go berserk!

50% chance of buffering an attack (+1 dodge rolls for the next round, once per thread):

Rolling barbarianbuffer 1d30: 8
You have managed to buffer the attack! (+1 to dodge roll for the next round of your fight)

OOC Note: If anything's confusing lemme know^^

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Obsidiana took her time yet she arrived in time, eyes of obsidian black darting around ready to assist in whatever her mother or her pride would need. She was ready to do whatever it was needed to make them pay for what they did to her mother without provocation.

She stopped shy of the borders already seeing the Banshee going after her mother. "That bitch again." She said in a soft growl as she looked around, looking for a fight, she was picking her target, she would steal today. Today she will make her mother proud.

She flexed her claws over a pebble sharpening not only to get ready but as a sort of challenge, to make her intention clear. While she watched the challenge with the corner of her eye.

open for fights but message me first if will include maims

+5 Observe a fight
+5 Sharpen claws

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ooc: open to fights please just @ me

The merle lioness would arrive at the call, and a shiver of anger rippled through her. Every fucking time she found a new home some up and coming shit head came and took it away. “I should have tossed your fat ass off the mountain” she snarled within earshot of @Cassius ♔ referring to when they had first met. Never having gathered a name of the youth she pegged him then for what he was, a shit disturber that never got beat enough as a cub. Narsil came up about twelve feet away from Cassius’ left side before she veered off to find a place to sit down and observe the fight. “I hope you bleed nicely” she growled, she then moved away carefully listening for anyone attempting to sneak attack her.


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Imago is seeking minor/major/DMs! expected TW: attempted disembowelment; I can go light on details if requested but if you don't want your character to sustain any maim or death related to this please avoid engaging this character and wait for the rest of my horde XD

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A combination of lazy, skinny-fat girth and intent bobbing stride lead the lykoi obedient upon the queen's heels. Vast pointed ears pin toward the heavens. Within deep eyes, agape, rests similar gaity, a sparkle appropriate for anticipated glory. Upon arrival, their queen resting with a spider's repose, Imago steps outward to create space. Heat shimmers only on the farthest horizon. Sand shimmered with salt and crusted up the lykoi's indecent limbs, gripping upon unplucked fur.

"My bones or theirs you may have - but the guts are life in the telling." Imago quipped aside at @Nazara with a toss of arrogance, skull dipping and rehefting and with widecast grin now asserting across the Scillan interior: "Enemies of circumstance, show me your belly and I will tell you your fate!"

Well this was just great. Things had been nice for the most part with only a few bumps here and there for the pink lady. She was getting better and better practicing and keeping in shape for when a real battle would come and it seemed today was the day. Arriving at the place where the challenge was taking place she pinned her ears as she looked around. Already fighting was breaking out and so she was on her guard.

Hearing someone call someone a bitch she narrowed her eyes at the girl. "Well that is what happens when you stroll into enemy territory little girl." She hissed before she started running and attempted to barrel into Obsidiana from the front. Chin over her throat to protect it as she kept her tail out straight behind her for balance.


(**+1 hit dice due to pride Tier 4 status - "Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade).")

Fairytale vs. @Obsidiana
Dominance match
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 18 + 20 + 15 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 18 + 19 + 10 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 8 + 12 + 10

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It does not take the calico lioness long to arrive on scene, she'd been outside the borders, gathering different items, herbs and what not when she heard the intruders call and immediately dropped them. Her paws carry her swiftly back home and she throws herself over the border, jogging onto the scene with fangs bared and ears pinned tight against her head.

Her eyes land on @Cassius ♔ and takes note of his scent, she tenses for a moment and a growl leaves her throat, Wolfbron, she digs claws into the ground beneath her, they would be arrived anytime now if they were called for to aid this bastard.

A pang in her heart went to the thought of having to fight her father or her brother if Wolfbron did show up, and she would fight against the bluffs lions if they came because this was her home, Isla had her loyalty.

(Open to fights)

She had went to Vermeda soon after Icefang had come to ask for her aid, she had called for her two sons to come with her to prepare too, when the call rang out, she made sure there was no scent of Firnen or herself on her. She smelled completely of Vermeda, over the time being there, she had also spent a lot of time in the Scorched Wilds to roll in soot, turning her crimson coat blackish gray.

Being that she had spent so much time there, it was deep in her fur, effectively almost dying her coat, , she seemed pleased with the disguise as she made her way to Scilla, she came close to Icefang, giving her a soft greeting but soon the queen is caught in her own fight.

Astarte paces, looking around, fiery gaze looking for a target, her muscles coiled and tensed under her fur, her.claws left rakes through the ground where she walked.

+10 Participate in a pride challenge
+10 Successfully wound another character in a fight (wounded roll)
+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)

(ASTARTE HAS COVERED HER SCENT AND HAS USED SOOT TO CHANGE HER APPEARANCE, OPEN FOR ANY FIGHTS UP TO MAJOR MAIMS)

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Well, well, well.

It seems Rainer possesses a truly exquisite sense of timing. No sooner has he set his paws back upon Amaryllis soil before the tension hovering in the air buckles and snaps, all but begging to see that very same soil drenched in blood. What a charming welcome party! They really shouldn't have. Well, actually, if you wanted to be technical about it, no one actually had sent him an invitation. But such a trifling detail was neither here nor there.

The Rike was perfectly capable of inviting himself, after all.

An airy smile curls the beast's lips, a lively light sparkling across the surface of his working eye. The promise of a bloody spectacle is enough to tempt him past the inconvenience of the clinging sand and the salty tang of the foul water that tried and failed to obstruct his path. He lives for little else.

Who knows? Perhaps he might even deign to take part in the fun, if the show was grand enough. There is nothing quite like lion flesh to sharpen one's claws upon, and Rainer's talons itch terribly with longing.

Patience.

Only by observing would the Jarl hope to gain a sense of the dynamics at play here.

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