it was never supposed to be like this. there is a brief moment of reflection as they collide, as child meets parent as was never meant to happen. for alaric starke this would be the second time, though certainly there is none of the fury that had guided his claws when he had clashed with luther. there is no anger, here, except for the deep rooted frustration stemming from her refusing to listen. he grasps at a power he has long been denied, a need to control what is no longer under his control.

alaric reaches for what he can no longer have, and her voice is venom in his ears. "i am not dead," a growl as his paw falls heavy across her shoulders, putting weight behind his words that is real and tangible and impossible to ignore. "i am no ghost, melusina." these words come out almost as a plea, begging her to see the truth before they descend in to a madness beyond both of their control.

"you're really -- going through with this." her words carry the blow they had intended, but they also birth a determination that blazes in those infamous green eyes.

"i will not hurt you," he grits as she twists from his grip; he does not seek to hold her there, he will not unsheathe his claws, "but i will not leave our family fractured." whether she was willing to listen or not did not matter, he would use his size and strength to his advantage and damn well carry her if he had to. just like he always had, whenever she had asked.

alaric steps heavy as his paws fall back to the ground but he does not fall, there are too many years of experience on his side. perhaps a twinge up his foreleg but he pays it no mind, pressing forward as soon as he finds his balance. attempting to press his chest against her smaller frame, as if he might "herd" her back to the summit.


Alaric vs. @Melusina
for Melusina
ii of iii

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 18 + 6 + 4 + 2 + 20 + 15 + 19 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 20 + 11 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 8 + 12 + 20 + 17

code by scorpixia ♡︎ & corvus; art by xaronarts

Louve was itching for a fight. Almost desperate, truth be told. It showed in the way she paced, the lash of her tail at her hocks. Any with half a brain would read the big flashing warning signs and fuck right off but apparently Narsil didn't possess even that.

Ready and waiting as she was Louve spots her approach; even if she hadn't the woman is nice enough to announce her intention so loudly. A grin slides on to the face of the matriarch, flexing her claws against the earth as she watches the approach with narrowed eyes.

"Tut, tut," she retorts as they clash, "you didn't say please." Jerking her head away from the open jaws she calculates her response out of sheer instinct, unable to resist the neck that was so nicely exposed to her (based on Narsil's own attack, aiming for louve's face and rearing up at the same time). Teeth scrape harmlessly against her cheek as the wolfbron queen dives, jaws opened wide as she attempts to clamp down on the neck of the bitch who dared start this little fight.

at nearly the same time she seeks her bite valaine attacks, and perhaps between the two of them they can drop the scilla woman to the ground and show them why it's such a bad idea to fuck with the bluffs. others launch in to the fray but louve pays them no mind, her senses honed in on her target.



Louve & @Valaine & @Mirai vs @Narsil & @Dio
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 16 + 1 + 15 + 13 + 20 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 8 + 14 + 7 + 2 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 4 + 17 + 13 + 19

I am not a woman, I'm a god

code x art

cressida yaeger

She lived for this. Though, she preferred to start the battle with more subtle arts- such as poisoned tipped claws, or poisoning a food supply. Cressida was comfortable working among the shadows or openly- though she preferred the beauty of subtly. The familiar ache of her body, as his teeth sank deep into her neck was... both a comfort and, well, it really fucking hurt. The boy was large, nearing adulthood she guessed- by the mane that had grown in quite well. Though one of her teeth managed to puncture flesh, she quickly aimed to spit out the mouthful of mane she had gotten, instead aiming to snap her jaws higher on his neck- trying to get ahold of an ear. Her paw had found its way on his shoulder, claws digging into him but she aimed to give it a bit of a boost- aiming to dig her claws in, and then release, trying to drag her paw upwards on his shoulders- wanting to better and more tightly wrap him in a one armed hug.

he was young after all, wouldn't a hug make this better?

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

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 1 + 2 + 8 + 4 + 7 + 15

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 12 + 7 + 18

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 17 + 18 + 3 + 15

code by corvus | background credit

Fuck's sake, lady! he grumbled, if y'wanted a hug all ya had to do was ask! He grumbled as he was struggling mentally to keep himself upright and focused. Despite the fact that she was truly grappling further and further along his neck with her claws, forcing some extended claw marks that he'd surely need tended to, he felt he knew what was coming. Unfortunately he didn't know exactly what because with all the upheaval and movement she did intend find his ear and had gotten quite the grip on it, no doubt to leave a scar or worse.

In the pain that he received there, he couldn't think far enough ahead to be clever and imaginative so instead he attempted to continue his hold on her neck while also attempting to shake his head a little. Though, if he were to do that... he likely would've just mangled his own ear in the process. Oops!

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

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 8 + 4 + 6 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 17 + 10 + 18 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 15 + 17 + 20 + 6

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)

ART • CODE

ooc: just let me know if anything didnt make sense! <3

Body twisted while she felt fangs seize a few inches below her throat and pain seared through her for a moment. However her assault would not stop, and while pushing forward on her back legs in a awkward stance she lifted her front paws now. Attempting to rake them down Louve’s face on either side of her head, claws out and hooked to puncture and pull the flesh apart if they made contact. Meanwhile someone else had dove in while she adjusted her position of her head, and pushed upwards on her back legs. Attempting to force Louve further down her neck. Away from her throat.

The other jaws (@Valaine) would clip on the area just below her jawline and she turned her head suddenly to attempt seize the attackers nose in her open jaws. Eyes narrowed while she kept her ears flat against her head. Tail lashing for balance while she struggled to push up and forward towards Louve to keep herself steady. Unaware that a fellow Lagoon member had assisted her from a possible third attacker!


@Narsil & @Dio vs. @Louve ♔, @Valaine & @Mirai
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 4 + 19 + 11 + 15 + 8 + 2 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 18 + 4 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 20 + 1 + 17 + 15

ART BY IRISH

She is thankful for @Rheta's help, wincing as she feels her healer begin to work on the wounds she had sustained during her challenge. This time gave Isla a good chance to see what all was going on around her, being able to see who was still fighting and who wasn't. It didn't go unnoticed that her opponent hadn't left and, instead, decided to try to make himself at home, and for a split second the Queen was about ready to charge toward him and make him learn to regret not heeding her words. But there was much more going on, like how @Mattihieu was now maimed by another Isla could only vaguely see features of, now being attacked by a member of the Summit. Then there is @Colsun arguing with a slightly smaller woman, a brow rising as she shrugs away the help of Rheta and begins to pad in the direction of the two - just where her opponent was at, as well.

Isla catches the last words the woman and Colsun were saying, a low growl simmering in her throat. "Watch you tone, girl," The Scillan Queern warns her, tail lashing behind her. "Whatever my Heir has done is just. You see Vermeda as your home? Do you think Icefang truly cares for you?" A short burst of laughter escapes the wounded warrior, head shaking in disbelief. "You are nothing more than a pawn in her games. Perhaps being in Scilla will help open your eyes to that." It was finalized: Freja was now theirs. Isla wasn't too keen on taking on prisoners, but when it seemed as though the one you were imprisoning was brainwashed it would gave her an ides, but that would have to wait.

She could feels eyes upon her before hearing the call - calling for her. It causes for her hackles to rise and a snarl to release, body whipping so that she was now facing @Icefang ♔ directly. Isla notices the eye that is between the white woman's teeth before it is ruined between jaws, the realization that Cassandra had lost - again. White hot fury courses through her, another bout of adrenaline now spurring the colossal woman on, forgetting about current wounds. It was now time for her to sink tooth and claw into the decrepit hag, and Isla would waste little time before she is barreling straight toward Icefang.

She leads with her left shoulder as she clinches the distance, attempting to ram it directly into the center of Icefang's chest. Opened jaws snap toward the woman's face, attempting to grab at the top of her snout, to sink her teeth around and gain a hold of the other's facial movement. Unsheathed claws grip into the impacted and bloody sand, helping aide her balance while tail lashes behind her.

It was time for Isla to collect. What do they say? An eye for an eye?


Isla vs @Icefang ♔
for major maim (eye removal)
round i ii iii iv
hits

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 19 + 8 + 9 + 10 + 5 + 14

dodges

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 14 + 5 + 10 + 1

luck

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 2 + 19 + 18 + 3

*+1 dodge for pride 4 tier
** using her master perk: "Use your might to keep defenses up following a victory (take on another opponent with no fatigue dice after your first fight, once per thread)" **

@Freja

KNEEL BEFORE ME

CODE / ART BY RABBIT

Hellfire and Holy Water

It felt odd, having his jaws wrapped around another's limb and not in a playful manner like how he would with his siblings. The way his teeth broke through skin easily and sank into tissue brought a shiver through his body, a feral snarl muffled by the limb being released. He did feel the smack of his face but Vukasin did not allow for the to deter him, instead attempting to bite down harder on what he had in his mouth. He thought that the more damage he could give the other's leg the better off he'd be, giving his opponent something to think about on choosing to pick a fight with him - even if the Viking lost here today.

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

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 19 + 5 + 18 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 13 + 1 + 8

code by cala & art by drifty

Lathan watched, noting the look of disappointment, whether it was in his attempt at protecting Freja or the fact he didn’t snarl and spit venom at his enemies as they ordered him away, he didn’t know. In response, he rolled his shoulders, just as the black and white beast knew when he was beat, so did Lathan. There was no use in spitting words, they would take her regardless. He did, however, listen and observe the altercation with amusement. It isn’t until the wailing calls of @Matthieu did he pull his attention from the group yelling at each other senselessly. How faired his test subject? Silver gaze washed over the man, his Zanmi. It only took a cursory look to realize that the man was fucked. One eye was completely gone, blood did not just drip, but it poured from the wound. How interesting. He hadn’t seen who had taken the eye, but he would offer them a round of applause at such a thing. Lathan moved closer, casual in his stride even as Matti called out for help from the Lagoon. It would be Lathan that answered. Moving closer in an attempt to lay claim upon the man, as they had done Freja. He would be leaving with Lathan. "Ah, Zanmi." He commented, a hint of concern in his voice as he looked over the mans wounds. "We should get that looked at." His tone was amicable, sweet, laced with just the right amount of concern as he attempted to press his shoulder to Matti, a shoulder to lean on- to walk back to the Brook, or at least away from the lagoon to be carried. It was only fair, an eye for an eye. They took Freja, he would take Matti. --Permission given to try to take Matti Prisoner-- @Lathan vs. ??? For @Matthieu Round 0 / 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 7 + 11 + 15 + 10 + 3 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 8 + 5 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 13 + 14 + 6 + 8 **reduced for fatigue** "Speech."

Art by Rabbit and code by Shazaki

There is a brief bloom of satisfaction as his teeth wrought grim work in flesh, but there would be time for reflection later. At present the beast is entirely focused on the battle and violent intent.

Reti attempted to swing his hips and hind quarters strongly around to his own right using his left front leg as a pivot, attempting to tear free of the claws digging deeper into his back and those wrenching jaws working fangs in muscle.

The swirled chimera was aware the damage would worsen if he managed free himself, aggravating the wounds that already bled considerably - especially the bite that had worsened as Gauthier wrenched tearing flesh and widening punctures.

Reti attempted to take a step back, turning his head to his own left and attempted to seek the flesh of middle of the left side of his targets neck where tendon and veins lay beneath fur and hair. He was attempting to sink long apex canines in deeply and gain a hold.

----------

Reti vs. @Gauthier
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 15 + 4 + 7 + 17 + 12 + 2 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 13 + 4 + 20 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 10 + 13 + 18 + 6

code by corvus

His eyes had been constantly shifting, watching the fights unfold all around him. He first was focused on his cousin winning her challenge, which by the victorious bellow she let out told Arkyn that he had succeeded. His aunt Morrigan seemed to have won her gruesome match, as well, by the way she shouted and was still holding her defenses. The Viking was taking steps closer to the fray, taking in who all were enemies and who all were allies. Scents mingled but he was able to point out the lions he needed to watch, but something catches his eye - something odd.

He had watched a lion lose his eye, hearing him call out for any of the Lagoon to help aide him in his loss and injury. What seemed odd to him, though, was a male who comes to his side, seeming to try to help the wounded lion. The Viking stalks closer to the duo, nostrils flaring to take in quick inhales of air to scent out just who this man could be. Vermeda seemed to cling thick upon his coat and it was enough to send Arkyn into gear, releasing a snarl as he charges toward the man's side. As he clinches the distance, Arkyn attempts to shove his right shoulder into the area right behind the man's shoulder while opened jaws snap hungrily at the middle of the other's back, attempting to sink his teeth in deep.


Arkyn vs. @Lathan
for defense of @Matthieu
round i ii iii
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 20 + 14 + 7 + 3 + 17 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 4 + 19 + 8 + 7 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 2 + 7 + 1 + 17

CODE / ART BY RABBIT