One moment she is leaning against @Güelle gently escorted by a treasured friend towards his mother to meet her as well as remain with a group for safety. In seconds he is ripped away from her, ambushed by an unknown woman as Rhea stares on in horror. She jumps back, urging herself to jump into the scuffle, but she feels weak. Pathetic. Useless. Her stomach churns as she steps back, frightened by the ferocity as it brings up nightmares she tried her hardest to bury. Then she hears @Isla ♔'s victory call as well as a summon to her. She shifts to move to her queen, knowing the mother needed her aid now. She finds it hard to move her paws through the sand feeling as if it is swallowing her and holding her hostage. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing and upon opening them realizes @Rheta has already stepped in to aid the queen.

Thank goodness.

Though it seems she can not get herself over there in time before she notices an ivory lioness approaching and crushing an eye between her jaws directly at the Scilla ruler. Rhea crinkles her lip, disgusted when another fight ensues and she is once again left on the sidelines. Could she even call herself a medic? She hears now @Matthieu issuing his own cry for assistance and she grasps her pouch closer ready to force herself to act this time. However, brows knit in confusion as a red and gray male (@Lathan) rapidly finds himself at her pride mate's side, but he smells of the brook and is leading him in the wrong direction. She could not let him take Matti, especially with the blood gushing from his face. It concerns her deeply, but she takes a step ready to charge and at least separate them, but a flash of orange and a large male is interfering. Deciding to use this distraction, Rhea rushes in to the front of Matthieu, trying to have him see her with his remaining eye. "Come, this way," she ushers him quickly now trying to give him her shoulder to lean on and redirect him back to the sidelines and out of the way so she can stop the bleeding.

”Speech”

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Jesus Christ. The little bitch is screaming at him and he can only sigh, offering her a crumb of disrespect by rolling his eyes at the theatrics. "Yes, yes, get it all out now." Colsun flicks an ear towards @Isla ♔ as she approaches and promptly tells the prisoner to behave. He suppresses a smirk and lets his attention drift to Heloise briefly before returning it to Isla, who immediately jumps into another battle with Icefang. Another battle breaks out as a man jumps in to defend Matthieu, and Colsun's head is swimming. He keeps an eye out for anyone else he needs to defend, but mostly his attention is trained on Freja and making sure she doesn't try to sneak away.

He doesn't want to have to get violent with her.

ART BY SPU, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

there is a beast made of murder

It all happened so fast. One minute, he thought he was fucking winning, and then the next, @Zahra snapped his left wrist in half like a dry stick! He heard the sound before he realized it was him that made the dull snap. When he tried to move it, to shove it further into her mouth, to choke her with it, the injury screamed and in turn, he screamed.

“AAAHHH VHAT IN ZEE FUCK DID YOU DO BITCH!” he howled, scrambling back and away from her, pulling his paw from her jaws with the knee-jerk movement. He lifted it, looking down at it with furrowed brows and disbelief in his eyes. His left wrist was limp, and beneath the bloodstained fur and skin, it throbbed like drums of war. Grimm seethed at the woman, glaring his blue eyes into her soul. He was so sure he’d have redemption here! And he was made to look like a fucking fool!

He looked around hastily. He was grateful to find that everyone around him was in a fight, but there were a few eyes beyond them that looked his way. Grimm hissed, “You vill fuckink pay for zis.” He didn’t elaborate on how before he turned from her and hobbled away, leaving the beach to lick his wounds and seethe alone. /exit

[barb xp]
+10 Participate in a raid or war (fighting)
+10 Use a creative move in battle (just sit on the bitch)
+5 Complete a spar or fight (v. Zahra)
+5 Lose a spar or fight (v. Zahra)

that I can no longer keep chained

code x art x inspo

She stands, victorious, watching the male cry, she pants, her sides heaving when she hears someone else scream, her eyes flick to the side and she snarls, the girl rushes into her and Astarte places her feet down hard, when the contact is made, she snaps her head forward, attempting to latch into the lions neck and spine. With her left paw, she lifts it from the hold she'd had on the ground and attempts to slam it into the others face, claws bared and ready to try to hook whatever flesh she could grab.

Blood still ran down her chest, droplets flinging from her jaws as she faced this new opponent, a malicious look in her fiery eyes. She could feel fatigue sink into her muscles but she would shove past this, gritting her teeth into what ever she'd found purchase in.

@Astarte vs. @Diomedeidae
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 3 + 19 + 14 + 11 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 18 + 3

Luck:

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

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This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of eye trauma, major injury, blood and gore So close. The Jarl is so close to the triumph he yearns for that he can taste it, the pounding of @Morrigan's thundering pulse fluttering against his fangs, wrapped beneath the heady taste of fur and skin and blood. It all serves to make the turnabout hit him that much harder when his back slams into the earth, the shifting sand doing nothing to soothe the impact. The column of her throat is ripped away before he has the chance to truly sink his teeth in, and the Rike chokes when a heavy paw slams against his own throat, knocking his skull back into the ground hard. And so the bitch has won the upper ground again. Defeat snatched away from the jaws of victory. Under different circumstances, Rainer might appreciate the theatrics she adds to this spectacle, but as it is, he can only answer the Illyrian's fierce words with a sneering snarl, his limbs kicking outward in an attempt to break her hold - too late. He doesn't see the strike coming. He cannot. Oh, but he can certainly feel it. He howls and writhes when sharp claws dig deep into vulnerable flesh, his vision going white with pain before half of it was suddenly plunged into complete darkness, whatever sensitivity to light and movement he'd still had in his left eye cutting off completely when the nerve finally snapped. He cannot see it, but distantly, beyond the agony erupting from the now gaping hole in his skull, he thinks he can hear the sound of something wet and soft plopping into the sand. He can feel the gruesome tears weeping endlessly down his face, drenching his fur and mane in a thick, sticky red. And through it all, he has to wonder - has he ever hated quite like this before? His remaining eye burns with it, a cold fire of rage and hatred smoldering in its icy depths as Morrigan's silhouette gradually comes back into focus. "Y-you...!" He sputters, struggling to string the words together while iron pools into his mouth and his head fills with cotton. "Next time...next time we meet, I vill take more from you zan just an eye. And it vill not be just you who begs for mercy." He promises, words slurred with pain, but seething all the same, indignation flaring further when the 'Queen' turns away from him, just like that. But the Jarl knows better to follow in this state, his head growing increasingly light with every passing second that blood streams down his face. This battle is over, even if the war is not. Their war may never end. The beast staggers to his feet, scarlet-streaked paws stumbling over each other as he begins to drag his bruised body away. He isn't certain where Everick may have gotten to, or if his mother was with him. He doesn't even know who now sat upon the Lagoon's throne. But he does know that he needs to leave, before the vultures are drawn to his obvious weakness like moths to a flame. So he retreats, leaving an ominous trail of blood-splattered sand in his wake. /exit Rainer

code by shaz | art by eightysichs

The Monster

Velasco X’uekai

*Using barbarian perk level 2
Able to take on another opponent after losing a fight (once per thread)

The woman flails in an attempt to push him off, her claws digging deeply into his cheek, jaw, and neck as he is shoved back. The monster snarls adrenaline and pain surging through him as his face burns. But then it was over. The fiery prickling to his cheek and neck was the only reminder she'd faced him as she tore off towards another. The monster is left alone bleeding and defeated and he snarls dissatisfied.

His pink eyes follow the woman watching as a rather odd scene unfolds. Their noble stands beside a fallen lion only to be attacked by a large sandy-colored man. Perhaps the monster should have aided his noble, as Lathan had helped him more than once. He would have. His paws already carrying him toward the fight until a splash of powdered pink and purple catches his eyes. Oh? Someone was trying to steal away his noble's price? Now that would not do, not at all.

The monster speeds up setting into a light gallop. He feels his wounds sting and burn from the motion, but he keeps at it as he moves to intercept Rhea and @Matthieu. "Now, now. If she finds such concern for her fallen comrade. Perhaps she shall join him, yes?" He purrs. His head drops to align with his spine and his chin dips to defend his throat. The motion sends a spark of pain dancing over the torn part of his face and neck. It doesn't stop him though, as his ears also fall back into his mane.

A line of red flows along his jaw and drips from his chin as he purrs again. "It's this way Mi dulce cautivo" My sweet captive he makes a single short gesture with his head away from the battlefield towards the brook.

Velasco vs ???
Imprisonment of @Rhea
0/3

This a reminder to myself to use fatigue dice for this fight
hit 5, dodge 3, luck 5

code by corvus, manip by wolfsi

+10 Maim another character +10 Win a fight (spars not included, defaulted or judged) +10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others) She was feisty, he'd give her that. She took some of his mane and a portion of the top layer of his skin with her as she twisted her head, but he'd had enough of her antics. He sank his claws deeper into the skin of her face, worsening the furrows he'd already put there. Let her have a little reminder of him every time she took a drink, or someone looked at her. That seemed like a suitable punishment for daring to bitch slap him. Only then did he shove her away while taking a few steps back to separate them. Ta ta, Fräulein, he cooed at her. Until they met again. And he did so hope they met again. Only then was he free to look around, noticing that mother had won her match, which he could only imagine was going to delight father... He turned to see if the man had noticed, and was immediately struck with a dull sense of shock and horror as he saw the gaping hole in the jarl's face. He'd... lost? Not only the fight but his eye? What the... Everick's attention was briefly drawn by another familiar voice, that of Grimm, and he saw that his brother too had lost. Was he the only male in the family who had won his fight? That was... embarrassing for them but very, very pleasing to him to say the least. Maybe he was special. Now that everyone was leaving, he too began to make his way out, sparing one last glance in @Nazara's direction as he did so. She had been quite... interesting. More than he'd expected. -exit everick unless stopped-

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Wow, they'd... actually won that. She had expected @Colsun was good in a fight since he'd started all this, but she'd had her doubts about herself. Seemed like things had evened out, in the end.

Her brow narrowed suspiciously as the Brook male whispered to the other woman, but before she could interject Colsun did so. He advised her to take the woman to a den, and she could think of a few that were secluded enough to afford privacy while also being close enough to other dens that an eye could be kept on her, because she had no doubt the woman wouldn't be happy about being there. As was swiftly proven by the woman's words. Well, Heloise didn't really have strong opinions one way or another, so she kept her peace. At least until the man who had challenged Isla came along.

Ye lost, we not be havin' to care what ye think, she commented simply, her unbothered tone in contrast to Colsun's own remarks.

She had to keep from rolling her eyes at the words their new prisoner continued to spew. Honestly, she could've been in so much of a worse position. She wasn't missing any body parts, and she'd be well taken care of within the Lagoon. Heloise would see to that personally, regardless of what atrocities her side had done, or what bile she spewed.

And then she was distracted by the call for a healer, her eyes widening at the familiar voice. Ohhhh shit.

@Matthieu! she bellowed, immediately turning and forcing her way towards him through the crowd. Perhaps she shouldn't have left Colsun on his own with the trio, but she presumed he could handle himself. Somehow, by the time she got there the dark male she had just been fighting with was already there. She's eternally thankful as another lunged into battle with him, but before she can be too relieved another is trying to pull @Rhea away. Lord almighty. Heloise bellowed out a call for someone to come and protect the other healer as she too attempted to lead Matthieu to the sidelines so they could tend to him. She'd do it herself if she had to, but at the moment he was her priority and she'd prefer to keep it that way.

@Freja @Cassius ♔ @Lathan

Arcania X'uekai

count my cards, watch them fall
I like the way they all scream

+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)

She felt her paw hit its mark, well mostly so. She felt it slip into his mouth or at least under his gums because it was immediately hot and wet with slobber and probably some of her own blood. What fun. Instinctively, she dug her claws in and YANKED, hauling back as hard as she could until she felt something give and was rewarded when she withdrew her paw with one of his teeth shoved between her toes.

Ooh, that had to hurt, she cooed. I think I'll keep that. A little prize, as it were. Now shoo, sounds like your pride mates need you.

She made a little "go away" gesture with the same paw that still clutched his tooth as she looked around, careful to keep an eye on him but also wanting the state of things. Looked like... both she and Icefang had been successful, but the pale woman was now in another fight. Good luck to her, she thought as she made her way towards the edge of the chaos which was ever so slowly starting to wind down (although new chaos was erupting all the time, it seemed). She wouldn't leave until Icefang herself did.

@Asbjørn

code by scorpixia♡︎

It happened all too quickly, and it would seem she was on the losing end of the battle again. A guttural growl escaped her as her eye was ripped from her face. She wanted nothing more than rip that white bitch's throat from her body and make her pay for this. Stagging back to her paws, adrenaline still fueling her rage - Cassandra would stare at Icefang as the bitch tried to goad her sister into doing something. She was glad to see @Isla ♔ hold onto her crown, defeating the bastard she'd been fighting again.

Her gaze whipped around to settle on the group of healers at the fringes of the battle. A snarl escaped her at the sight of another one of the white bitch's followers aiming to lead @Matthieu away from the healers, and would take a step towards the male - intent to launch an attack at him. However, it would seem her young cousin would launch against him instead. She hadn't seen the large boy in years - and it would seem he was just as battle hungry as the rest of the Greyflood crew. A smirk left her face. Maua, bless him with a victory she thought. Her attention turned towards another of the white bitch's crew as he laid a claim on one of the Lagoon's healers.

Another snarl escaped her, over the audacity that he would do that. Taking a step towards him, likely a gruesome sight (missing an eye and all bloody), Cassandra would give him a bloody grin. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, drecksack.*" She snarled, tail lashing behind her.

--fight starts here--

And with that, Cassandra would launch herself towards the bastard, claws outstretched. Her attempt was to slam claws into his shoulders if she could, also aiming her open jaws at the right side of the male's face - hoping to sink teeth into the side of his face if she was successful.


Cassandra vs @Velasco
For @Rhea
Round 1/43
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 4 + 14 + 2 + 15 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 19 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 15 + 10 + 9 + 8

**+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)."
**Fatigue Dice: 5 3 5, adding +1 hit dice due to Pride Tier 4 perk makes her fatigue dice 6, 3, 5
*Using Barbarian Perk lvl 2 - "able to take on another opponent after losing a fight (once per thread)"

actions. "speech."

Art & Table code by Zodiac