Giovanni Dieudonne

i am the calamity you cannot control

ooc: Giovanni is hidimg on the outskirts of the battle in a washed up log watching

Giovanni giggled nuzzling up to her arm watching Tripfire with a eagerness in his eyes, was he impressed? He was pretty smooth and cool after all! Instead he was being looked at like he was a stranger and was weird looking. A frown spread on his lips while he narrowed at him, what was this guy’s problem?

“yeah! We can show you our den!” he said with a grin of delight unaware that they were not returning to the den they had been going to. That they were going to the bluffs that his dad had told him about when he was very small.


exit w/ Pyracantha
@Pyracantha

code by corvus

this anger has been roiling and spitting within her for years now and perhaps it’s a little poetic that it is none other than her sister who finally brings it erupting outwards.

i’d fight for my pride - but was a pride supporting their brother worth fighting for? no. magdalena can practically feel the knife that melusina has shoved deep in her back, now weeping with blood and betrayal. it is not rage that boils upwards now, but pure and unadulterated hatred and for a second, magdalena feels the entire world is nothing more than a bug to be squashed under her foot. her anger had always been powerful, but it is the steel armor of hate that makes makes magdalena feel wild - feel invincible.

perhaps it is a matter of time before the regret sets in.

there are people calling out to them but their words are unintelligible through the roaring of blood in magdalena's ears. a blur of lilac and white, a shadow of mahogany and cream, a flash of recognition.

a time ago, that short cry from melusina would have been enough to make magdalena stop, to reel back with regret shining in tearful eyes and an apology on quivering lips. no more.

fight starts here

instead, her right front paw drops down after slicing through the front of melusina. magdalena aims to wrap her right paw around melusina's left foreleg, trying to sink claws deep into the inside of melusina's left ankle and yank. at the same time magdalena tries to shove forward hard into melusina's left shoulder once again. her left shoulder is thrust forward this time, trying to add to the force in a clear attempt to unbalance her sister. this forward momentum is also used to continue attempting to tear into the left side of melusina's neck, trying to search for those vital vessels lying under her sister's fur. in response to her attacks, magdalena can feel the nasty bite of melusina's teeth at the top of her neck and bottom jaw.

fight ends here

no matter the damage melusina inflicted, no matter how badly she was gored, magdalena would not give up until her body could physically go on no more. thankfully, the adrenaline pumping through her fights away the worst of the pain and so magdalena continues with the single-minded mission of kill, kill, kill.

and when i'm done killing you, i'll kill him, too

these are the only words that truly register, that repeat in her head like the slow tolling of a funeral bell. magdalena cannot stop, she will not stop. her father had saved her countless times before and now magdalena will save alaric in return - or she will die trying. cast aside are the childhood beliefs of her own weakness - that cacophony of voices who tell magdalena she is not strong enough. that a child born barely breathing could never hope to strive to such heights.

have i made you proud, mother?

magdalena vs @Melusina
for death
II of VII

hits:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 20 + 13 + 11 + 18

dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 8 + 4 + 15 + 16 + 11

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 14 + 1 + 18 + 16

coding by daanyen | art by yumpy

He was named a monster and the servant looks back moving his eyes away from the battle away from what he should be watching. What was she talking about? He had done nothing to be deemed as such and neither had anyone else? Had they? His silver gaze returns to the fights trying to spot the monsters among men but finds nothing but bleeding soldiers fighting a war he doesn't quite understand the reasoning behind.

However, as the woman suddenly screams of a child, the saber grows vigilant trying to spot the child. Wait! he bellows as @Rose darts past him but grumbles annoyed as he watches her disappear into the fray.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

He couldn't protect them both if they scattered like this, he'd have to prioritize. The one going into battle should have been the logical choice, but there is no logic only an order.

The tressured lead medic, the lead hunter, the families, and the cove safe.

Even if Miaran had not intended it Felix had understood her love and admiration for the lead medic as a prioretisation. Her safety before the storytellers. So the servant remained standing before the blue lioness keeping an eye on the fights.

At least until the medic sets into motion charging into battle. The servant grumbles but sets into motion following Khadija. His gate is slower than Khadija's but as he moves his body falls into the defensive poses that have been drilled into his very soul. His ears flatten, his chin dips as his stubby tail straightens for balance and his claws dig deeper into the sand.

He can only regret coming after her as the medic puts herself in the line of fire. All the servant could do was hope to draw the man's attention away from the medic.

But how?

Felix charges at the man a deep growl vibrating as they attempt to also grabble the dark lagoon lion. One front leg aimed to swing over his hind quarter's claws intending to dig into flesh as the other front limb attempts to go underneath him between his hind legs and under his tail. Let the poor man fear for certain parts, even though Felix has no intention of harming them.

Felix & @Khadija vs @Asbjørn
For @Avril defense
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 14 + 13 + 9 + 20 + 12 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 18 + 9 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 7 + 10 + 4 + 19 + 5

+1 luck from Khadija's master medic perk

_{BG — ART — CODE}

A sorceress is feared

There is something uncanny about the string of chaos that ensues. For it had only been a factor of whispers within her last sanction, an unfair imprisonment of happiness and joy. A disloyal wretches last and final straw. It leaves them angered. A furious rage that blinds their judgments within a ball of white, hot, steaming heat that only multiplies in ten-folds when war becomes more than a declaration. Rather a reality. They see her from a distance. The bride-to-be. An established ally, a friend. (@Diomedeidae) One that shared a great appreciation of the supernatural and natural worlds with the raven witch, and then they see her; the icy queen's delegates (@Arcania ♔). An oppositional force unto the beloved perfect day and it is only fitting that behind her comes the vagrant hounds of selfish greed and malice. (@Velasco)

No. There will be no prisoners here today.

It is finished before it has even begun. A decision is made within a second timing as cowardice declarations spew from wilting lips. They do not care for their factions any longer - loyalties had been brittle and broken long ago just awaiting for the final straw that would sever the bird's fragile wings. To snap the last corner of sanity that remained within logical minds - and this was it. They deserved nothing. Not souls. Not power. Not life. Vermeda were not family, they were no powerful matriarchs, and they were cowards. Cowards that served beneath a geriatric queen withholding the last string of power that kept her feeling young. And they would hide these feelings no more.

Hatred boils within the depths of their heart. A tar pit of bubbling injustice that erupts within a volcanic explosion of vengeance. Ixora cares not for the price that is to pay for betrayal - after all, they had never been given a choice as to whom they wished to side with. Rather claimed, branded, and marked by the grey wolf - much like he were trying to do.



Fight Starts Here

"Fuck off you bastard!" Spittle flies from barred teeth as the witch charges, attempting to close the distance between themself and the colossus creature. With squared and broadened shoulders the iron-clad sorceress would attempt to ram her right shoulder into the broadened side of Horith's stature. An impact that surely would not cause much damage, yet - would make a statement to precede their next rage-fueled attempt to make a swipe at his hind quarters with left unsheathed claws.

"Affaiblissez son esprit et aiguisez ma mère épée. De peur qu’ils ne fassent plus de prisonniers aujourd’hui." ¹


@Horith vs. Ixora
for June's Freedom
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 9 + 19 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 11 + 16 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 16 + 9 + 3 + 13 + 6 + 11

Fight Perks
(+1 luck for pride-mates in fights when medic is present from Melusina)

Translations & EXP
₁. Weaken his spirit and sharpen my mother sword.
Lest they take any more prisoners today.

+10 +20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (²/₂)
+10 +20 Participate in a raid or war (¹/₂)
+5 +10 Practice hiding your scent (¹/₂)

A Goddess is worshipped

code x art

Preoccupied with the happenings of this war June mistakenly does not notice the man that emerges on her left side. Granted, the orb on that side was completely useless to her, a life lesson previously taught to her by her father for disobedience. She wouldn't have been able to see @Horith coming from even a centimeter away in that eye. "Hello there my goddess. Why don’t you accompany me to the Brooks? As my guest." His voice is all smooth tenor and masculinity, but her ears only flick nonchalantly in response. She finally turns her face so that she can get full view of him in her right eye, and immediately the words roll easily off of her tongue. "And are you meant to be a knight in shining armor? I'm afraid I'm in no duress, or in need of one."  She reacts calmly, not feeling the need to assert any dominance here, at least not yet anyways. But the moment is short-lived before a voice yells above the hum of the crowd, "Fuck off you bastard! Affaiblissez son esprit et aiguisez ma mère épée. De peur qu’ils ne fassent plus de prisonniers aujourd’hui." The finishing words are from a foreign tongue, and June only has mere moments to scramble backwards and out of the way before the stranger comes clambering towards the mystery man. For a mere moment things appear in front of her in slow motion. Perhaps she was a coward for not intercepting, perhaps not even defending herself against this man, but it appeared this stranger was all too willing to defend her honor for her. Her breathing hitches, heart pounding and pulse ricocheting as she moves two more strides backward, clearing the area to give the two more space for the ensuing scuffle. Her mind is a jumbled mess, intervene or allow things to continue onward? Decidedly, she remains a coward. June would rather allow her fate land in the hands of these strangers; she had nothing else to lose after all.

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Assassin Exp (Doubled from Peregrine)
+10 - Gather information about a character (@Ixora)
+10 - Tell a lie without getting caught

Art by Nevvia || Code by Zay

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.
Trigger Warning for mentions of violence, explicit blood and gore, alluding to egregious acts toward cubs

The world isn't just loud - it's deafening. Spinning and contorted into something grotesque and unfathomable to a mere child. Pain blooms in her right hip as she struggles to find her footing among the masses and the reality of all the din and thunder of combat blur together with the fragmented memories her fragile mind has tried to keep out. She glances down at her side where it hurts the most to see blood matted against her sleek and downy abyss fur. Is it hers? Or someone elses...

Images of pieces and things unwhole that once bore a startling resemblance to..

Go away, go away!

It becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate, let alone stop and before Novana knows it a man of carmine and swirls is upon her. Although @Karsa does not bare the same ferocity as the previous two men; his grin still sends a shiver down her spine. A trick, a trick surely! Her little mouth twists down in a deepening frown of horror, backing up before he...

before he...

picks her up?

The resonating echo of the mans words only barely start to trickle in.

"c'mon, let's get you somewhere safer."

Oh no, not you too...

didn't anyone tell you?

There's nowhere left that's safe.

She's a ragdoll in his grip through, hardly able to try and make a run for it and there's a mixture of relief and dread still doing flips in her small stomach. Where was he taking her?

""

code by corvus

She does not need help from the half-lion, but she is far too focused on the hunt. As @Sif slams a shoulder into her chest, Ragnhild bears the brunt of the attack, swallowing suffering as though it is nothing. Because it isn't.

In the face of judgment from her brother and from the pale one, no pain is too much to bear. And even in her frenzied state, she understands the distraction from the half-lion is a boon in her attempt secure her quarry.

Snarling, she attempts to snap her jaws at the throat of Sif, seeking to pierce sinews with her sharp fangs and bring for utter suffering. It was a just punishment for the fool who dare interfere in her hunt.

@Akuji & @Ragnhild vs. Sif
For Colsun
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 16 + 3 + 12 + 8 + 17 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 19 + 17

Luck:

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

code x art

Alexander should've expected more. This was war, and no one could keep their nose out of anything. Though he was one to talk. He didn't know the child he was fighting for, but he didn't regret it at all.

Suddenly there is a weight on his back and the Savante King lets out a pained roar, feeling claws along his back and teeth at the top of his shoulders. She was smaller than him, simply based off her weight. He can't see it, but he knows there is a trickling blood down his sides - only revealed by the bits of white on him.

He doesn't hesitate, Alexander's massive form shifts and attempts to throw his weight into Temero while leaning to the side. This strained his legs, but the intent was to try and slam Icefang into her grandson - using her as a weapon. If he did happen to fall, this would perhaps only enhance his goal, as it would shift his entire weight plus Icefang's onto Temero.

Alexander & @Cassandra vs. @Temero & @Icefang ♔
For Theft of Novana
0 1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 9 + 10 + 7 + 5 + 13 + 11 + 12 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 16 + 8 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 4 + 11 + 5 + 6

table by aurora / art

Her teeth made contact with the rear of the lion who thought it was a good idea to go after her ward. Not that they knew Novana was her ward - but still. She dodged to the side as Temero's hind legs kicked out at her. They didn't hit their mark, but they still scraped along the front of her hind right leg. A grumble escaped her as she spotted a white blur join into the fight. Why did that damn white bitch have to get involved? If she and Alexander weren't successful in saving her ward from theft, she would be challenging for her and trying her hardest to save her from the clutches of the Brook vermin until she was successful.

Thankfully, however, Icefang would not be aiming for her as the target today. She was content to allow the larger male to handle the stupid bitch this time around. She'd focus on the one who'd originally tried to steal Novana from the Lagoon. Her eyes caught sight of Alexander's frame shifting, and she would aim to move out of the way so that she didn't get dogpiled at all. In doing such, she would seek to rip her claws and teeth out of Temero's backside if she was able to do so. Her teeth would then aim to grasp onto part of his tail and attempt to yank it in the same direction that Alexander was trying to slam Icefang into the pink lion - hoping it would help make both of the Brook lions crumble to the ground and hurt each other in the process.


Cassandra & @Alexander ♔ vs @Temero & @Icefang ♔
For @Novana
Round 2 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 11 + 4 + 13 + 3 + 15 + 17 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 1 + 18 + 20 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 10 + 1 + 18 + 3 + 2

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

Rolling barbarianberserk 1d30: 26
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: 5
You have managed to buffer the attack! (+1 to dodge roll for the next round of your fight)

Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade), +1 hit dice

actions. "speech."

Art & Table code by Zodiac

The upper portion of white fangs scrape unseen red from the underside of the overbearing lion. Blood seeped into the mix of drool and sand within Imago's squished maw. Front half, pinned, froze; an effort of struggling caught within broken ribs and a long whine emerged on the remainder of the lungs' breath. Front wrists tried to pivot inward with their many naked daggers extended, trying to reach toward the gigantic furred sides. Hindquarters, free, found purchase and footing. Yet for naught. No way to attack or defend. Though they attempted the latter, wrinkling skinny-fat haunches twitching to try to extract backward.

@Imago vs. @Dragos
Death
2/7

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 11 + 12 + 15 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 6 + 14 + 13 + 10 + 15 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 15 + 16 + 10 + 11