He was late, but fashionably so. It had taken some time for curiosity regarding the commotion to win out over the initial apprehension of following family so far from home. The farthest he'd been, so far, was just barely beyond their borders, after all. It turned out to be a longer trip than expected, and by the time he arrived he was met with a scene that made something in his blood sing. The rippling tingle down his spine was accompanied by a soft inhale and a sharpening of his bright gaze.

Armande slipped into place as close to his mother's side as was possible among the others, an ear swiveling to catch what he could of her orders even as his gaze scanned the situation. Proceed with caution. Ecrosia were the known enemies. "Indique-moi où tu veux et j'irai." Point me and I will go. Direct him like a hound. Aim him like a weapon. He was too ignorant, still, of pride scents and important figures, and so he would trust his mother's judgment.

Claws flexed out, digging little furrows into the sand as his tail twitched with anticipation. The scent of blood and the sight of battle seemed to awaken something in him, an alertness at contrast with his typical apathy thus far. If she would not direct him, he would find his own way once impatience inevitably won out.

@Louve ♔

Adrenaline to rewire my mind

I come with knives

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your soul is on fire, a shot in the dark
what did they aim for when they missed your heart?

Death is everywhere. Her eyes widen in surprise as match after match is called; maim, freedom, theft, death. She never focuses on one thing for long because she simply isn't able to with the amount of chaos erupting around her. Nyaxia holds her breath waiting for someone from Andal to show, but very few ever do. Harou is absent (at least for now) and she is grateful, though she highly doubts their allies feel the same. It's entirely possible for her to rush into the madness and defend on behalf of the oasis, but another sharp pain through her abdomen makes her wince and she retreats away from the battle to head home. And casually give birth.

exit

+20 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+20 Learn something about pride/group/family relations
+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

His claim is quickly challenged in way of a female. She rushes for him and he takes her hit with limbs firmly anchored in the sand. Asbjørn snarls as her claws sink into his shoulders, his head rising to keep her teeth from reaching the center point.

His own fangs lash out, attempting to latch into her throat. Pain explodes from behind as another throws himself into the Sigrun male. With her on the front and him at the rear, it is nearly impossible for Asbjørn to turn and defend himself on both fronts. And from the corner of his eye he sees yet a third as they barrel in. And for a split second Asbjørn is cursing any God who happened to be listening.

Yet that curse falls flat and is instead replaced by an overjoyed plea of thanks. Relief washing over every raised nerve as the inferno of a woman collides with the other male. Leaving the SeaVarg to solely focus on the blue lioness. A front paw rising and attempting to slice down her chest.


Asbjørn & @Teodora v @Khadija & @Felix
For @Avril
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 18 + 12 + 15 + 2 + 13 + 9 + 11 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 7 + 3 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 13 + 3 + 11 + 18

Pride Teir 4 +1 dodge
Lead Fighter +1 hit

Art by Era, Code by Minxy

summons are let loose from lips, dragging the alchemist from the confines of the territory, from the depths of his garden he carefully tends too. he is slow to respond, loathing the ideal of being summoned like a hound. coating his claws carefully in hemlock, he would move towards edge of the territory, slipping into the mud and brush there to cover his scent. only then, does he move towards the summons- following the scent of others, as he neared a place that was a conventional sort of beautiful.

the scent of blood is thick in the air as he follows the snarls and roars of violence. valen creeps among some rocks, finding himself a hiding position in the rocks- blue eyes locked on the scene before him. @Luther ♔ fights, locked into battle with a male. and he notes others fighting: lamb, eamon, and there is monza the viper. his tail flicks as he watches her move among them, and he remains - for the moment - hidden and trying to glean information that can be gathered here.

valen is trying to hide

double exp from peregrine:

+20 successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread (assassin)
+20 remain undetected in a large thread (5+ more characters) (sleuth)
+20 learn something about pride/group/family relations (sleuth)

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It was madness. And she should not be here to witness it. But her father had called to aid in war. And she had decided to answer.

There was nothing she could do. No help that she could really provide. True she had aspirations of becoming a medic but so far she had learned too little. And the horrors that played out before her very eyes were resulting in injuries that greatly surpassed her skills.

Lúllia stands there, wide eyed and gasping. Father was already in a fight and she could not bring herself to watch as claws tore into his flesh. Instead her attention is snatched away by the shouting of @Arion. The boy she had met not long ago. Brother, she had learned. A soul who knew the mother she was forever robbed of. The girl swallows, tempted to go to him. To comfort him in whatever way she could. But the lionesses that fought near him appeared to be out for more than just blood. And Lú wanted no part in it.


/Open to being stolen

Art by Ale-Tie, Code by Minxy

The boy trots in. Definitely having zero business being present but hey! Everyone else was here!
Hylaeus rubs himself against @Reverie. The perfect picture of innocence.
His mother's words wash over him and all he hears is the green light. The go ahead to get into trouble. A rare occurrence but they were getting older. The freedom that came with age still new and unfamiliar.

A shrill shrieking voice has the boy's head snapping to attention. A small body. Only barely larger than himself. Someone should shut her up. He growls, ears flat against her screams. Maybe that someone could be him! Revenant wasn't here with him but @Fury and @Avarice are. Hey! We're brave! How about we give her what she wants! He huffs to his sisters, grinning as his pudgy legs start him toward the lioness.

And before his mother can rethink her warnings and advice, Hylaeus is off. Barreling as quickly as he can. A cubs roar erupting from his young throat as he seeks to pounce on the girl. Needle teeth attempting to latch into her rump.

Hylaeus v @Palpatine
For Dominance (You asked for it!)
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 11 + 15 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 8 + 17 + 20 + 9

Hylaeus is labeled as WB but he is a member of the Gorge.

code by scorpixia♡︎

He can't say he is surprised by her answer, they were bred to fight and defend their family. To be puppets their family could use in their war. If they could not find allies, at least they had multitudes of children who would never turn against them. His ears fall flat against his mane, he wants to be angry with her, wants to yell at her for being so gullible. That her pride's fight also had to be her fight. "Your pride is helping turn a wedding into a war." He emphasizes the last word, spitting it at her. Hoping the realization will snap her out of any obligation she has to fight here. "Ani, I don't want them to hurt you." He pleads again, trying to reach her. To snap her out of it.

It is then his ears flick forwards, a voice so familiar he would know it anywhere, a voice he hoped wouldn't have come. Orei could not protect both of them, and to choose between the two would be a nightmare. He turns his head swiftly, locking eyes with @Fearne as he nears. Confusion written all over the other male's face. There was a pit in his stomach. He had hoped Fearne would hear the fighting and stay away. "Fearne this is my littermate, Aneistri ---" He begins to explain, noting specifically that she was not just his sister, but the closest in blood to him off all siblings that remained here in Amaryllis. But before he could continue, his sister's words cut the tension in the air and before he could say or do anything else as she launched towards him. He had no time to react, no time to step away before her claws found their way into his mane, tugging and pulling uncomfortably. The nip aimed at his cheek easily making contact in his surprise, blood already beginning to sprout from the wound.

He was frozen in place, shocked that she would answer the challenge. That she would not come willingly with him. Anger wells up inside of him, itching to be let out, to teach her a lesson. But at the same time he feels that he deserves it, that she will finally be able to take out all the built-up anger of being left behind. To being alone. So, he would let her. Orei had no intention of hurting her, but if she needed to hurt him to feel better about everything, then he wouldn't hold it against her. Taking advantage of her claws being in his mane, the larger male would rush forwards, trying to shove his shoulder into her chest and attempting to knock Ani down on her back. "Then prove you can protect yourself." he snarls.

Completely unaware at this point that Fearne himself had been attacked just behind them.

Orei vs. @Aneistri
For Theft of Aneistri
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 17 + 1 + 12 + 7 + 19 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 12 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 10 + 12 + 16 + 13

"SPEECH."

coded by flea + art by rabbit + background credit

Her Aunt @Septima doesn't seem as overjoyed as she is to be there, but that's okay. Fury will be gleeful for the both of them! Her paw juts out towards the child, to stop her from heading into the fray and she's about to protest when @Avarice is beside her; parroting the sentiment. SEE?! We're suppose to be here! Okay well maybe not but, buuuttttt! Mother is there and as she relieves the other woman of seemingly cub-sitting among the chaos, Fury gives a soft scowl - about to pout and sulk before Reverie advises them rather than scold. Immediately the ginger girl perks up, grinning wickedly at her sister just as @Hylaeus slinks up. She's about to snicker and ask what took him so long before he pipes up. "Hey! We're brave! How about we give her what she wants!" You don't have to tell Fury twice. Before their mother has a chance to object - she's off like a horse on the track, right on his heels. For glory! She wails (more like a squeak) dramatically before darting for @Palpatine's right side and springing forward. Attempting to sink her little fangs into the lionesses stomach. @Hylaeus & Fury - vs. - @Palpatine For Dominance Hits: Rolling 3d20: 16 + 19 + 9 Dodges: Rolling 1d20: 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 8 + 14 + 17 + 1

art by rabbit + code by spu

A gods damned ghost warns her - and that whole thing is something he’ll have to think about later, actually - and she turns, catches him off-guard. Even injured, the woman hits hard. Claws don’t need to be out to pack a punch that lands heavy against Peregrine’s cheek.

She has the audacity to ask him why - and he has no clear answer.

"You killed my father." He spits, and it isn’t wholly a lie - Morrigan had killed Andras, the man he was, before Peregrine was even born. Reduced him to Folke and made him weak, and took everything that the black bird could have been. It’s reason enough to want her dead, nevermind everything else that isn’t said.

Peregrine attempts to lunge forward again, tries to sink his fangs into her left shoulder and hook his claws into the other one. He is blind and deaf to everything else, as the battle begins to turn deadly around them. His focus is on her, this fight, his need to make things right.

Peregrine vs @Morrigan
Major Maim
Round 2
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 8 + 16 + 14 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 17 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 2 + 18 + 12 + 8

table by ferus, art by cala

HIs voice cut through the chaos and Reti knows this as she responds to him, turns to face him. Her words condensing the fury in his gut to a cold, focused pit - the certainty behind her conviction driving any touch of lingering hesitation from his soul.

There really was ... no choice. She had to die.

Her intetion as stated now was not just to get rid of those who raised the dead, but all Clerics who practiced their spiritual arts. All of them. If she had her way families would end up afraid to speak with lost loved ones lest they be witnessed hunted, punished for one lioness's fanatical vision of ... purity.

His little sister, his nephews and nieces - if they called for Dero just to see the beloved elder, they too could be dubbed 'witches' and maimed or killed. Not for raising the newly dead, oh no, nothing so major - but for prayer itself, for calling upon the departed to lend strength as well.

The young, the old, those who just wished to get in touch with the missed and lost. Those who loved the local god. All of them. Targeted if this fanatical madness was allowed to grow and spread.

So even if some part of him felt disappointment he could not see Miaran's legacy rise, regret at the loss of the tie of kinship between them, he could not permit her to continue for the sake of what he held most precious.

RETI NO!' @Jun 's voice, it cause his muscles to ripple down the length of his sides. Shit. She should not see this. Her words, her voice, it echoed that of another heard to say the same thing minutes before his first life ended. Only that first time he was begged to stop so his oponent could live - this time he belived the words were out of fear for his life. And that made it harder to hear somehow, to know he inspired such fear to bloom in the sweet healer. But he was doing this...for her as well. And soon she would hear why.

Reti was aware he might well lose. Miaran was no novice. He embraced the chance of his own death if it protected what was his and brought the truth forward - and so he would speak loud enough to answer the questions his loved ones might have. Say his words in English to let them know why he was doing this, to tell them why he and Miaran were fighting to the death - incase he did not stand victorious at the end and would not be able to give them a response to the lingering question of 'why?'.

"You objected to raising the new dead, stealing from death, fine! But you now strike at all clerics, of all gods, for prayer, for spirit guides! What of medics who save patients from death? Will you 'purify' them from the lands as well?" he snarled voice ringing clear and loud for all. Let them hear and understand what was going on. Spiritualism is no crime, they are not witches to be hunted down! If there are no gods, then do not seek to act as one!"

------ fight starts here ---

Reti moved, adjusting his position and attempting to face her charge head on, face to face as she closed the distance between the two of them. Hind claws dug deep into the soil bracing his muscular frame, back limbs bending fractionally more at the joints and sliding a little wider in stance helping to firm up balance.

The Chimera's head lowered slightly to align his skull with the length of his spine, shoulders rising, hunching upwards to provide extra protection to the sides of his lower neck.

HIs head turned slightly towards her incoming (left?) paw, jaws attempting to capture and bite down on the wrist as Miaran's paw swiped towards him, trying to to bite down with his full strength. Her claws lashed into the flesh of the forward portion of his right shoulder (due to his positioning), pushing past fur and into flesh - drawing first blood near instantly.

Reti's left foreleg would seek to lift simultaneously to his attempted bite and Reti would attempt to slam his left front paw with claws fully extended forcefully into her grounded right foreleg just above the 'elbow' joint, attempting to flex his claws inward and attempting draw his claws all down the length of the limb towards the ground.

This was a fight to the wreck and ruin. This one final time Reti would return to Hunter Shakti and let the fallen one rage unbound.
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Reti vs. @Miaran
DEATH
Round 1 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 16 + 15 + 9 + 3 + 14 + 11 + 20 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 16 + 15 + 3 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 11 + 3 + 18 + 14

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

Rolling barbarianberserk 1d30: 3
Look out! You have gone berserk! (+1 to hit roll for the next round of your fight)

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ooc: Feel free to discord message me if you have any questions :)

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