He certainly wasn't going to deny how powerful he felt in winning, despite the fact he had mostly double teamed a single man. He wondered whether or not they would come for her immediately or do something foolish, try to gather allies or whatever. A glance around the scene today showed Vermeda had been left relatively high and dry, something that made him incredibly pleased. Good. "Get away from her," the shadow snapped at Lathan, moving to cut the two off from communication. "She will not be harmed. Scilla has honor." Unlike Vermeda, he left unspoken between them.

"@Heloise, can you set her up in a den? I will be by to see her later with Isla." And quietly, so only the older woman could hear, he rumbled an appreciative thank you under his breath. He turned to the lioness, this @Freja. "You will be fed and your wounds will be tended to. You need not fear any of us." Unless she provoked them, in which case he couldn't guarantee anything.

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my rot is as hungry as me.
and when god asks me of love,
i always respond with cruelty -

light splays across the earth, its golden glare singing with glory, violence. it is a call to arms, a call to bloodshed. chaos blooms to full fruition - the war rages on - and blood would saturate the air, spilling down upon the earth like vermillion elixir staining an empty altar. @Isla ♔ would succeed to keep her crown, filling the winter titan with a sense of relief, to know that she and her family would not be up-rooted from the lagoon, their alliance secured. the winter titan would be in the thick of it all, navigating his way through the brawling crowd, dawn-light spilling across his merle flesh, overseeing the war like a bloodlusting general oversees the battlefield.

he wants to join in, to have the sands soak up his blood, too, but he knows some fights are better won on the sidelines, and he hopes that andal's presence here today - along with scilla's many allies - would be a sign to all and everyone present; do not fuck with isla. managing to find @Brighid ♔ with his eyes, harou would then make to move towards the wounded ivory lioness, but not before throwing a fleeting look over at @Nyaxia's direction, the pang in his heart sharpening into something dark and hungry.

but then, just when he eases into his position, the unexpected happens. @Helah's banshee form would come charging through, declaring death upon a fellow member of isla's. wrath burns through the wolf's core, his obsidian lips peeling back to reveal glistening fangs, as a guttural snarl runs down the column of his throat, reverberating savagely. he will not take this lightly at all, this out right act of defiance of his command as high sovereign. while he leaps through the fray, he would hear brighid's voice too, all of them demanding their desert queen to lay down her arms.

"stand down, helah!" snarls the winter beast - but it is simply too late, and already helah would descend upon her prey, all fangs and claws, with that deadly look glimmering within her frenzied eyes.

another snarl of frustration would leave harou's lips, and when he shouts over the tangled crowd, his voice would boom with authority, this time laced in both fury and venom. "you are no longer queen of andal!" his snarl seeks to touch helah, to humiliate her; to strip her of her title and turn her into nothing more than a lioness within their pride. the rage would be evident upon harou's features, no longer bearing that wolfish grin earlier, his lips curling upward in absolute animosity. he will not stand for this. helah will know her place and it won't be beside him.

never again.

Hellfire and Holy Water

Vukasin jerks again as his opponent pivots and takes a step backward, causing for a small chunk of flesh to be ripped free. Blood flows freely from the opened wound, rolling down his body and hitting the sand to be soaked up. He is free, though, and that was all that mattered to him. The feeling of his claws going into the other's shoulder brought a shiver of delight coursing through his body, paw slamming back upon sandy ground just as the other's left forepaw snakes forward and wraps around his left front leg, feeling claws sink into the flesh and tear it open. With a kneejerk reaction does the young Viking's jaws snap forward, attempting to bite at the extended limb and hoping to gain a grip, to sink teeth in deep and bite down as hard as he could.

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

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 11 + 18 + 3 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 5 + 9 + 1 + 4

code by cala & art by drifty

The stench of blood was heavy in the air, and his pastel eyes locked on to a Wolfbron lioness attacking one of his pridemates. A snarl left his jaws, and quickly he moved in to aid Narsil. He didn't personally know her but he knew that she was fighting to defend the Lagoon, to get their enemies out of their home. He would gladly help with that, proving that he was more than okay with spilling blood. Especially if it was the blood of their enemies.

He rushed towards Valaine, attempting to brutally slam his shoulder into her ribcage. With that he tried to latch onto her shoulder with his jaws as well, craving the taste of warm fresh blood.

Dio & @Narsil vs. @Louve ♔ & @Valaine
for Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 16 + 8 + 1 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 6 + 11 + 8 + 10

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His impact only sends her off to his right and she lunges forward. He grunts in surprise, attempting to swing his hips towards her and place them facing in the same direction - but she has the upperhand. He doesn't get more than a slight turn, haunches swung out in a T shape, before her jaws slam shut around his flesh - just shy of his neck and her intended target. Noemi's fangs dig into the skin just below his throat but close enough that he hisses out an angry sound, ears flattening to his skull. This little shit was going for the kill - or acting like it.

While pain radiates from every motion, Nikandr refuses to check his punches. If she wanted to go, they'd go. So he drops his right shoulder and twists his left forward, swinging his left forepaw around to try to dig claws into her right shoulder. Simultaneously, he turns his head to the right and does his best to snake his open jaws down to snap at the side of her own neck, to bury fangs deep into the neat little pocket between her own shoulder and neck.

@Niakndr vs. @Noemi
Minor Maim
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 18 + 15 + 12 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 3 + 2 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 3 + 17 + 11 + 13

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cressida yaeger

it wasn't personal. okay, it kind of was. Cressida had been bored just standing on the sidelines, she wasn't a creature who would shy away from conflict or chaos. she'd joined Icefang with the words that she was a fighter, and she aimed to prove it. she managed to get a hold of his shoulder, her claws and teeth digging into him as he managed to get his teeth into the side of her neck, at the apex of her shoulder- and she would snarl into his flesh in pain and irritation.

Cressida felt the pain flare, hot and burning in her body, and she would aim to let go of his shoulder with her jaws, and aim to turn her head into him aiming for the side of his neck, while trying to throw her left paw over his shoulder now to get a good hold on the boy.

Cressida vs @Güelle
for minor maim
3/4
hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 16 + 3 + 12 + 14 + 5 + 17

dodge:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 13 + 18 + 9

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 12 + 10 + 13 + 11

code by corvus | background credit

Edited with Ice's permission to fix broken character Tag!
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The summons came, war was upon them. Her Aunt called and Mirai would turn and match to the drums of combat along side her mother. Her heart was racing, there was no denying it. But the youth tried to keep trepidation off her face as the field of blood, chaos and violence unfolded before her eyes upon approach.

For a few seconds the young huntress paused, her steps faltering at her parent's side when seeking eyes caught sight of two very familiar things. She was very young last time she had seen them, but the patterns and colors were unmistakable - and Mirai had been old enough to remember.

"Père? Frère?" she barely breathed, standing close to her mother - eyes shifting from shadow and flame to lilac and silver, then back to fire and darkness. How? When? What?! Who?

So many questions. Her brother seemed to be enjoying himself. But it looked like her father was playing for keeps. So much chaos.

But her gaze also caught sight of another, even more pressing matter. Her Aunt was being attacked, by two enemies. Although she did seem to have one assistant. The mere image of the group battle gathering infuriated the young warrior and she swiftly moved to join in. Like hell she would stand aside and do -nothing- after summoned to war by the family.

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Mirai would attempt to charge at a slight angle from behind and slightly to the left, attempting to align herself facing Dio's left hip. She would attempt to bite into the meaty flesh of the back upper half of the left haunch/hip area with the intent of trying for a hold in the flesh.

Her right front paw would lift with claws extended and attempt to curve claws into the base of the tail and attempt to jerk down towards the earth sharply. Her eyes were narrowed in rage and excitement, ears flattened, tail tucked tightly in protective reflex. So this... was war? .... the rush.....it was .... GREAT!

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@Dio & @Narsil vs. @Louve ♔ , @Valaine & Mirai

Challenge Type - Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 8 + 16 + 11 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 8 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 13 + 4 + 1 + 14

code by corvus

There was no doubt in his mind that this was a lot of work and something that he had not quite expected. A long time ago he would have thought that his first fight might have been for dominance or even just a rank challenge more than likely but to be up against someone that was older than him and much more experienced? Yeah, he would definitely be freaking out about this later regardless of whether he won or lost. Truth was, he was already telling himself that he was so losing this fight but he would be happy to know that at least his mother and friend were safe thus far. At least it was him that this woman had attacked and not them.

While his jaws were able to get a hold of her neck in his previous move, Guelle wanted to continue this move and attempted to tighten his grip on her neck. It wasn't the most vulnerable spot upon a lion and even more so on a lioness so he should use it while he can since she didn't seem to be giving him any quarter, right? While her own teeth went for what was likely going to be a fair amount of mane hair given he was almost two, but seeing as he wasn't quite two he still had a few patches that hadn't quite gotten very thick. One of her teeth had managed to find one of those rather empty patches and had side-swiped the hair and had made a rather nasty puncture wound on his neck. While her claws made to swing to the area just about his shoulder blade, forcing some moderately sized long scratches.

Güelle vs. @Cressida
for Minor Maim
i ii iii iv

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 4 + 2 + 14 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 19 + 14 + 13 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 6 + 5 + 2 + 16

SL Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade = paladin, 1 extra dodge)

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She comes only to sate her curiosity.

Others, she is sure, come to fight for vengeance or bloodlust or all sorts of things. The sands of scilla are soft beneath her paws though she does not know why they were here. Just to see a man fumble a crown? She's seen that before. Around the lagoon are fights of all kinds ( and lazare is not surprised to see her own mother, still incapable of fighting her own battle ) yet she cannot make much sense of it.

She does not even bother.

Lazare arrives too late to assist @Sable in her fight and so it's to @Sébastien's side she goes. Disinterested but alert, gossamer eyes sweeping across the writhing, violent crowd with a queer look. vas-tu te battre, fantôme? will you fight, ghost? she murmurs with a bright, toothy smile-- do you want to fight? lazare has no enemies here-- this was not her fight. But blood calls to blood, and maybe there was something to be had here.

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This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [Cannibalism]

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Kaos takes a step back successfully, flesh tears free resting sweetly on his tongue to be reflexively swallowed before the young fighter's jaws snap open once again as he attempts to lunge forward slightly pushing off his three grounded legs and attempting to sandwich his opponent's nose bridge and front third upper jaw between his own jaws - hoping to try and dissuade continued attack.

Kaos's claws slashed into flesh as intended and Kaos attempted to swiftly withdraw his leg and replace it, but the motion of hostile jaws towards his limb indicated Kaos's movement, quick as it was - would not be fast enough to escape damage.

His opponent's teeth sink into the flesh at the front and slightly to the sides of the lower half of his front leg a bit bellow his 'elbow', easily digging in deep and causing blood to spring to the surface - slicing and tearing deep gashes across the front of the limb as well as bruising the tissue. Crimson rivulets spilling across the purple, black and silver fur - a vivid splash of contrasting color.

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Kaos vs. @Vukasin
Dominance / War
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 13 + 8 + 17 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 19 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 5 + 9 + 18 + 6

code by corvus