Oh, well. That's concerning. Septima's head snaps in the direction of @Fury as she suddenly materializes and the Miroslav's eye twitches in frustration. She had wanted to go and bash heads together, but now she has to babysit? Fuck sake. The lioness swallows her irritation and slicks down her hackles as she swings a paw out to not-so-tenderly smack her niece below her chest. "We're not fucking anyone up. We're watching and you're learning, got it? See, watch your papa." She could have been watching her auntie, too, but the woman is doomed to a life of responsibility. Sigh. @Fury

The call from Morrigan was unexpected, but Roan knew it was not something to be ignored. He may not be a young man anymore, but the Hodari was not one to turn away from a fight. The trek down the mountain grew more difficult with age. By the time the masked man arrived in the Lagoon, it was nothing but utter chaos. He hardly had a second to even realize that this wasn't some pride challenge gone wrong. These scene was laid out for something else, some sort of celebration, it would seem, but none such occurrence would happen here today. No, it was nothing but a bloodbath as the scents of so many prides clashed against one another.

Both familiar and unfamiliar faces flash before his eyes as he took in the scene. All Roan could do for the time being was remind himself of who his allies were. What prides were allied with the Summit, and which ones were not. He walked with his defenses up, carefully surveying his surroundings for any unbalanced fights against his allies, or anyone caught unaware needing assistance. When he spotted his queen already in the thralls of a fight, did an odd glimmer of something catch his sight. The glow of the afterlife. The masked man was frozen in time for a moment, with the image of his father for the first time since he died looking right back at him. Roan didn't know why he'd never gone to the Grotto yet to summon the old man, assured that he would be there. Maybe he just didn't want to believe the old king could die in the first place, but there he stood now, apparently here to support Morrigan as she had called on both living and dead.

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how dare he. how DARE He.

fury fills his veins in a way the beast had not known before; he is bolting for the call before he can process his intentions entirely. kill him, maybe. or at least fuck him up. nevermind that he was so much older and more experienced -- luther deserved to PAY for everything he had done.

it blinded him, this need, and he beelined for the white monster with a vicious snarl of "get the fuck out!" only to have another swoop in and steal his target right beneath his nose. well, that wouldn't do now, would it?

"he's mine!" another angry snarl as he dug in his heels, attempting to force himself between @Diomedeidae and Luther, to slam in to the bastard and throw him from the rock much like Dio had tried to do. his teeth are bared, snapping towards luther in a vague attempt to cause whatever further damage he could while they hopefully crashed to the sand below.

(using master paladin perk (trade perk choice posted) with permission from all parties)

Rohan vs. @Luther ♔
Major Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 10 + 1 + 17 + 12 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 20 + 10 + 9 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 16 + 13 + 5 + 15

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it was the call for caladan that drew her. the call for an ally, the one she perhaps considered her closest. a call sent forth at the same time as one for the brook -- and louve's heart pounded with the familiar surge of anger.

lies. it was all fucking lies.

the ground is eaten up beneath her paws as she races the length of amaryllis, fueling her fury with every heavy beat of her heart. arriving winded but revitalized, ready to sink her teeth in to the first thing that looked at her wrong.

especially if it wore the stench of the mire and the rike.

but it is @Miaran she looks for, first. miaran she draws near to, well aware of what side she seemingly stood on.

"c'est sûrement une erreur ?" surely this is a mistake? her gaze flicking to the white bastard, tangled in his own fight, and the many others that erupted around them. "dites-moi que vous n'êtes pas du côté de ceux qui réprimandent et torturent les femmes ?" tell me you do not stand with the ones that berate and torture women? louve did not stand with the lions of scilla, either, but she'd take the ocean-fearing zealots over the rike bastards any day.

I am not a woman, I'm a god

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A wedding was meant to be a beautiful thing, or so she supposed. The truth was, Bordeaux felt mixed feelings about such events given her history with love, with betrayal and hurt. She had never been anyone's mate, not properly anyway. She had denied Aeistrios, having realized the nature of the beast in time and rejected.

Another lion whose character was in question.. a lion capable of cruelty, yet somehow devoted to the idea of having a soul mate, thinking it was her. He had been so certain, she couldn't help but question her own feelings. @Vladizmir had asked her to be his mate as well, but after her hesitance, he had disappeared. Was he still out there? Watching her from somewhere? This unknowing would be why she would not accept @Kovirah's proposal, she needed to be sure her obsessed stalker was out of the picture, else he might hurt Kovirah.

Would she ever have such a lovely event for herself, she was beginning to think she would never get the opportunity. While she might envy @Matthieu, she was also happy for him. He had been a very kind lion, always looking out for the well-being of those around him. He had gone out of his way to make her feel welcomed here, even if she still felt out of place within any pride.

She would watch from a quiet place off on her own, yet what began as a bittersweet gathering would be turned immediately sour. Eyes would find the all too familiar face of @Luther ♔. While she might be a mere footnote in his records, the brute still played a large part in Bordeaux's. She would briefly watch him, ears back and eyes slightly narrowed. It was brief as it was difficult for her to keep herself from instinctively averting them.

Something was about to happen it was clear, a sense of anxiety twisting her stomach. She did not know why the Lagoon drew such animosity, but simply being here as a Scilla member could put everyone in danger. There was little she could do to help them, only try and serve as a healer in the aftermath of whatever was about to happen._{BG — ART — CODE}

chaos was the supreme leader of amaryllis and alaric was barely hanging on. fighting to keep his head above water, to not drown beneath the waves of madness. his heart had shattered with his dead, the pieces scattered every time he saw his flesh and blood at odds with eachother.

himself hardly able to take a minute to consider how he truly felt about it all; knowing only that he owed morrigan a life debt and that he would see her repaid for it.

no matter how steep the cost -- and steep it was.

he arrives to find his own son throwing himself at his elder brother, and damn if it doesn't bring him back to his youth. the world he grew up in where siblings fought siblings and children fought parents and it was a constant flux of madness and instability. now there were feuds and old gods and new gods and it was all just fucked ten different ways.

she is a familiar face among the crowd -- a child of an old friend. a man that he had known to be relatively peaceable (if only from sheer laziness) and it is this memory that draws him towards her. @Anniston was well grown and wearing the scent of ecrosia and as he pads near he is tense and on guard. this was the enemy, now, even if he can hardly imagine a time when the smell of mud and muck would make him edgy. how many years it had been his home, his comfort...

"why?" his voice is gruff around the ragged edges of his long healed scar, "why would you stand with him?" oh how the years could change things...

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(I request no one attack Miaran at this moment.)

As the Executioner stands, her heart pounding with each violent clash that erupts around her, the Judge glides silently to Miaran's side. A flicker of her tongue dances across her dry lips, her singular eye locked onto the unfolding drama before her, passion igniting within her chest. The familiar echoes of conflict stir her senses, and a twitch of her ear betrays her heightened alertness as she turns to face @Louve. A frown grazes her lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths, before she finally finds her voice to address the Matriarch, "la sorcière doit faire face à ses crimes. Je suis le bourreau, Louve. Une courte alliance avec le Rike si cela permet d'affaiblir ceux qui aident la sorcière. Mes alliés sont rares avec le désert qui tourne le dos à Caladan et mes menaces de mort qui pèsent sur leurs têtes. Je m'oppose à tous ceux qui soutiennent la Sorcière." The witch must face up to her crimes. I am the executioner, Louve. A short alliance with the Rike if it helps weaken those who help the Witch. My allies are few and far between with the desert turning its back on Caladan and my death threats hanging over their heads. I oppose all those who support the Witch.The very essence of her resolve radiates from her, a fierce declaration that reverberates through the discord, fueled by a deep-seated fury against those who dare to protect the Witch.

@Avril

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she's got the devil in her eyes
pretty in the light, even prettier at night

She hears the call. Knows that it is from the Lagoon, and though she was not here the last time a war broke out, she would be damned if she didn't come to it this time. Telling her children to stay in the Plains for their own safety, though she knew it'd probably be against their cub nature she made it known she wouldn't be happy before Aphrodite left herself for the Lagoon. Her claws dug into the ground when it turned from soil to sand, her ears falling flat on top of her head as she breathed in all of the scents. All a mingle of the Lagoon and the Summit.

Crossing into the Lagoon territory, she did not wear her fur coat that would normally hide the Plains on her pelt, no she knew that it would just be a hindrance to her actions and at this point, she wanted to make sure everyone knew that she was no longer on Miaran's side but Reti's. On the Plains and their allies. As she moved through the territory, taking in more of the scents; Wolfbron, Ercosia, Caladan. Her violet jewels flashed as she caught sight of Miaran and her lips curled but she would not give the woman the attention, granted she stopped and found herself listening to the conversation just long enough to pick out a few of the words. Reti had been helping her learn French for the simple fact of the Bluff's was mostly French. They knew English but it would be nice to know otherwise and what she grabbed at did not sit well with her as she traveled to the other side of the crowd.

OOC: Aphro is open to all interactions and fights.

table by ryuu

"Stay here."

Clove straightened from her makeshift defensive stance, face twisting with bewilderment as Thella seemed immediately, completely entranced by some call in the distance. She sniffed dejectedly as the little queen left as if they had not been speaking only a moment before.

Rude. She stood there for a moment, frustration simmering in her gut at being made to wait, when the clouds of her mind parted to reveal beautiful clarity. In all her days, her fathers were the only force she was made to heed – even then, she was far from dutiful about it. She had been given no directions to mind the words of little queens, and so Clove would not.

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It started out as a sneaky tromp. The adolescent was glad for an excuse for fresh air, the cool winds whipping at her curled tresses as she made haste. The stone of Obsidian soon faded into gritty sand, the ocean's noxious fumes growing more powerful by the moment. Her mind spun with the possibilities of what that encounter could prove to be. Perhaps there was a landslide or an earthquake and they would perform a rescue. Perhaps there was a secret meeting over alliances. Such fanciful thoughts quickly turned sour as she caught the cacophony of war on the breeze, the scent of blood and Ecrosia growing too potent as she walked.

Clove was struck, then, by the feeling of instant regret. Her pulse quickened as her steps grew hurried, every apprehension clawing at her gut only fueling the need to see for herself – to know what was unfolding between her chosen banner and that of the exiled uncle.

Her eyes danced over the dusk-lit scene: the decorations and food scattered, the glowing oceanic horizon, and a similar sea of a dozen lions throwing themselves at one another. There was Luther. There was Thella. There was her grandfather. There was her father.

There was her father. She kicked off in a cloud of sand, making a beeline straight for the ruddy figure lurking on the outskirts. Clove hated that she wanted to cry. She hated how quickly she ran toward him, when only months prior she had run away. Decorum forgotten, she attempted to barrel herself right into his sturdy frame like she had done when she was only a girl.

"Papa! I'm sorry, I –" her face fell. She was recoiling just as quickly as she had come, her expression twisting with horror as the lion made himself known as an imposter. That was not Tai's scent – he did not have the tussled curls in his mane that Clove had fallen asleep twisting so many nights of her youth. While the resemblance was uncanny, so too was the strangeness she felt when she looked upon the man.

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|| december y12 | 1y - 10m | OH yearling | at scilla lagoon | @Roan ||

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He'd heard it. His father's call. Despite wanting to ignore it, Dominic was drawn to know whatever was causing issue with his family.

...family.

His nose wrinkles softly, unsure why the word made his heart feel squeezed. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't pleasant either. Surely this was just curiosity and nothing else. Pointed ears sweep back as he begins to rub against things around him, wanting to mask his scent. The length of his tail also sweeps behind him with ease to cover his tracks. It doesn't take him long to find a hiding spot just outside the territory, but still within view of the chaos.

Dominic is hiding.

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