+10 20 Intercept a trespasser (Melusina)
+10 20 Participate in a raid or war (SL/Allies vs EM/Allies)
+10 20 Win a fight (vs Cathán)
double exp from Peregrine's presence

An impact and a yelp told him his rear paw connected, but he was quickly forced to put it back on the ground for the sake of balance. In front, the woman rolled and slipped out from under his claws. He could have tried to keep his grip on her limb, tried to make her twist and fracture it herself, but he wasn't actually trying to cripple her, just keep her off Matti. So he'd let go, plant the paw that had been at her throat in the sand, and lift the other one in an attempt to deliver a solid slap at the side of her face as her teeth came at his, attempting to prevent her fangs from getting at his face "Go'on, git out," take the chance and leave.

Behind him, he felt the impact to his hip, fangs puncturing skin, and he automatically braced himself against the impact to avoid being bowled over into the sand. There wasn't all that much he could do about that at the moment, though, so he focused on the more pressing issue of the woman trying to bite off his face.

Rémi vs. @Icefang ♔ & @Temero
Dominance/leave
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 20 + 6 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 12 + 18 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 10 + 5 + 4 + 16

*dice reduced for fatigue

*Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade) - paladin (+1 additional dodge)

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No amount of raging anger could aid his son in his battle. Dero felt the weight of both their lifetimes settle upon his shoulders as all he could do was stand helplessly behind @Reti ♔. Without being distracted by anything else around him, the father could painstakingly watch every moment of his son's demise. Like the swirled man, the Guardian of Honor had seen where the tables started to turn in @Miaran's favor. Those multiple 'somethings' that dug the sword in deeper, twisting with each blow to the Lorien Sovereign. The old man knew how it would end before it was even over.

What took mere moments to transpire felt like an eternity to watch. Reti's defeat was spliced in the elder's mind between flashes of watching his daughter get pulled away by bloodthirsty rogues. The Hodari didn't know what was worse. Not knowing, or knowing without a doubt what the outcome was. His nonexistent blood boiled in rage while the elder's heart shattered for his boy. Even in knowing that Reti had lived an entire lifetime before he was ever a Hodari, it did not erase the time they had together as father and son.

Before he could mourn the fallen man, though, a fire had ignited within him. Having been standing right behind his son during the fight, the Guardian was within earshot of the Caladan queen's 'promise' to Reti's lifeless body. The dark man surged forward, quite literally standing over his son as pieces of their bodies intersected. The specter set his sights ablaze upon Miaran's bloodied face. "What about those that speak to the dead, that pray to Maua or any other god they believe in? Will you still not harm them?" There was a bite in the dead man's words as he recalled what Reti had said at the beginning of the fight. This stranger, she condemned the spiritual, correct? So would she still not harm his family if they believed in spirits and spoke to the dead? There was still some information that the Guardian didn't know about this whole situation, but he had heard her proclamation, nonetheless.

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Honestly, she didn't really know why she was still here just watching. It wasn't like she knew anyone here beside Colsun, but still the maned woman can't help but feel like its at least expected of her to be here in case the pride needed help. What help she could be, Roz still wasn't certain, hopeful that an opportunity would just jump out at her and make things clearer as she continued to skirt along the sidelines.

The moment that thought entered her brain, Roz immediately regretted ever putting that idea out into the ethos because now here came this random ass dude... dudette? She really wasn't sure with that half-mane of his. But anyway, here he came just barrelling full force at her. The freckled lass hardly had time to react as she instinctively braced herself for the impact, retreating her head and tucking her ears. Managing to save her pretty face, her shoulder would not go unscathed, however, as claws tore clean across her left shoulder. "What the fuck, dude?!" What the hell had she done to make herself a target? And who the fuck was this guy? Girl? Honestly, she still wasn't sure. Maybe if she knocked him over, she could at least check for balls or something.

Hardly a fighter, it couldn't be said that the maned woman wouldn't at least try to defend herself as she refocused her attention on her new opponent, apparently, as she tried to swing her hips a bit to make them face more head on. Roz would swing her right front limb in an attempt to smack her claws across the left side of the stranger's face. Simultaneously, while ducking her head to her left side, jaws would part while aiming to bite into the lower right portion of the asshole's cheek, where his fat head met his neck.

Rosalind vs. @Zagrius
for WTF did I do?
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 17 + 1 + 2 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 14 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 4 + 17 + 7 + 8

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

She watched and watched, waiting for the end to come. All hopes was on @Reti ♔ taking away the life of the woman she had thought she loved. Violet jewels watched intensely. Oblivious to the fights that were on going on around her as she stood beside @Hanneth. She knew the mother - grandmother - was having difficulty with this fight. She could hear it in her voice, could see it in the corner of her violet jewels could see how tense the older woman was and deep down, Aphrodite felt like this was her fault. Somehow this was her fault. She hadn't even tried to persuade Miaran to understand - not necessarily believe - that there were those who believed heavily in the spiritual world and felt it's presences. Even now as she saw @Dero. A man she didn't know but could tell who he was to Reti.

There was a turning point. Aphrodute spotted it before the end came crashing around her. Her skin crawled, fur bristled on all ends as her claws dug into the ground. She saw the finally blow that would end Reti's life. The man who had welcomed her into his life. The man she had heard stories of and had become close to. He was now laying on the ground. His life source staining the ground beneath him and her world turned upside down. Went black before going red. Her thoughts went to their children, how was she going to tell them this? They weren't even six months yet. And then it hit her.

Aphrodite's gaze turned to Hanneth. This was going to be heart breaking, that much she knew as she waited. Hanneth... Her voice broke but she tried to keep it steady. What could she offer the older woman? She just watched her son die. And even though Aphrodite did not hear the entirety of Miaran's vow - her promise - she knew in the long run it wasn't going to matter. Reti had many friends, family and close allies in this land and Miaran has few of those. Violet gaze turned to Miaran and pointedly stared at her. There was a silent threat hidden behind her gaze, one she was going to be keeping very soon. She would see Miaran's head on a spike if it was the last thing she did, in life or death. Aphrodite would make Miaran's life a living hell.

Slowly, Aphrodite felt her legs begin to carry her to Reti's body. To stand beside his form as she listened to what Dero had to say, a hatred burning in her soul towards someone she now knew she had never truly loved. Their marriage had been made off of desire and loneliness and Aphrodute would not make that mistake twice. There were no words for what Aphrodite wanted to say - to do - to Miaran. But it was clear the hatred she had for the woman was clear. And it didn't matter how anyone saw Aphrodite when she had left the Cove or what Miaran told them, the Black Widow knew those who had been there were on her side.

Ooc: Aphrodite is standing beside/behind Reti's form, guarding it for his family to come and take it. But anyone who may know Aphrodite a bit is more than welcomed to drag her off before she makes a terrible decision. She is not thinking straight.

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TRIGGER

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She screams.

A deep, guttural yowl releases from the deepest cavity of her chest – exploding in a whirlwind of pure pain. The woman's fist curls tight across her ear, and sheer, primal force tears the flesh from her skull; the stream of blood rains like a wild torrent, and it splatters against the sullied warzone.

The words which release from @Heloise's lips hardly even process in Valentines brain, for the sudden deafening roar of static overwhelms her – an impending silence nauseates her. Her paws clasp tight over her head as Heloise releases her, and Valentine is left writhing on the floor; her body shakes with a choking feeling of agony.

Stomping, thundering. The chorus of fighting echoes in the distance before her, and her vision begins to blur. Just before her, a gentle paw caresses her face, and Valentine reels and retorts from it.

No.

NO!

In a swift movement, she rises unsteadily upon her paws, and her eyes flash towards her husband – eyes glaring with a sense of failure. And, now...What is next? One singular ear lowers against her head, and the trickling of blood seeping into her jaws releases in a large cough.

No one will save her this time.

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The echo of the battles around her faded away. Her heartbeat seemed to grow in her ears as it thundered so quickly that she could hardly hear anything else. Hanneth had lived through so much. The loss of her bio parents, her adoption and then loss of that family, learning to communicate to the dead, learning to talk to Hunter, finding Dero for his grandfather, bringing Hel back to life, fleeting love and betrayal, true love, first litter, bringing Reti back to life, friends who became family and adopted family who became friends, a second litter. She had seen death take Drakon, only to bring him back. She had seen the loss of her home, the death of cubs away from her protection, the battered state of her husband, the decline of him, the third litter, and his death. Birth of grand cubs and the joy of watching those she loves find their own love in another. The rise and fall of her family. So so much had shaped her life, shaped who she was. She had seen it all with open eyes. Taking it all in. Finding a way through it, finding a new normal.

But this.

This she could feel the crack in her soul, running through every inch of her as Miaran's teeth found Reti's neck. She could feel the rawness of Dero's death, not that long ago burst open as Reti's body moved toward the ground. She could feel her sanity wavering as she watched his blood drip to the ground right before he laid in the sand. She felt frozen. Maybe if she didn't move, didn't blink none of this would be true. She would wake from this nightmare and find herself in her den in the Summit tucked into Dero's side. Or maybe she will find herself still in the Jungle, her cubs tucked around her and Dero, the warmth from their family almost felt real to her for a moment.

No. NO. NO! NO!

This could not be happening.

Guilt ran through her like an unstoppable force as he looked at her, her eyes locked on his and remained that. She saw what he was telling her but her brain struggled to process. She should have listened to him. She shouldn't have said anything so loudly. She shouldn't have brought any of them here. She should be with him. Her legs didn't move at first, her mind and body unable to fully understand what was happening. Reti was always larger than life. He had lived far longer than her, far longer than any of them. He had chosen her and Dero to bring him back into this world, and he had made himself a mix of them. Reti had listened to Hanneth, heard Dero, and made himself every bit of their cub as any of them. He had grown so much, learning to love, to be happy, to forgive, to be on the right side of things, to live for more than just himself. Hanneth had given him a family and Reti... Hunter had trusted her.

Dero.

He entered her vision, standing over, in, Reti. She couldn't hear his words but he could see him speaking. He was dead. Dead. Dero's death had been, thankfully, out of her sight. It hadn't made it easier but all she had was the peaceful look of his body when she arrived. The knowledge that his pain was gone. His struggle was over. That was just a few months ago. She wasn't healed from it. She hadn't even really started to heal from it, just pushing on.

Dero.

So handsome even in death. She could see just how upset he was and how protective he was being. They had fought of Reti. Hanneth had hid who Reti was from Dero and while it ended up not mattering, in the moment, she had wondered if it all had been worth it. Seeing his afterlife form there with Reti, ready to accept him to the other side, she knew it was. She knew it had been when she saw Reti shed his first tears when she told him that Dero had passed away. She had known him before, known him as he grew, and she would know him after this.

Reti.

"Hanneth" floated in breaking the fog around her. Allowing her to move. Finally. The seconds that had ticked by had felt like hours were broken. The noise of the battles around her rushed back in as Hanneth ran forward. RETI! She howled and she crossed the sand. SOMEONE SAVE HIM! She screamed to anyone listening. This had been her fault. She got to him, her body collapsing over him. The warmth of his body was still there for her to feel. Maua! She cried. Her tears flowed fast as her body shook with her calls to Maua. She knew better but she didn't care. She had to try. If his murderer wanted to come at her again, Hanneth would be the one to face her and the fury of a mother with a broken soul was one that she doubted the fool would ever understand. Bring him back to me. Let me have him again. Let me love him. Hold him. Have a little more time. please. She felt so dizzy as she laid across him. @Dero. She whispered. Desperate for her husband. Reti. I love you. I love you. Come back. I love you. Her voice was barely there. Hanneth could feel the ground under her spinning. Her son had been killed because someone dared judge what she believed in. Because someone couldn't accept that others lived differently than her. Because someone thought themself higher than others.

@Miaran.

All at once, her body stilled. Her tears stopped. Her breathing slowed. Hanneth stood. Her mismatched gaze shimmered with the tears that had streaked her face. Her breathing was sharp as she looked for the grey lioness. She found her. Hanneth's voice was sharp, clear, and held a tone that she had never had in her life before. I curse you. You will always be lonely. Those you feel like you trust will leave you. I curse you. You will never know peace, you will never sleep soundly, the dead will always be with you. You will always be reminded of the life you took. You will die alone. Her body shook, in grief or anger, she wasn't sure. She didn't know about the words spoken to Reti but if this lioness thought her a witch, let it be so. A rare emotion flared in her eyes. Hate. Pure, unchained, hate.

Her son.

She turned back to him, uncaring about what Miaran did with the curse. Reti was already gone, he had fought for her, for all of them, and he had paid a price she never would have asked of him. She felt empty and heavy all at the same time, floating above this and yet so rooted to the sand that she knew she wouldn't be able to touch it again without the memory of this day haunting her. His black and bronze body was unmoving as she laid herself back down and laid gentle kisses on his face. Her paws pushed his mane away from his face so she could see him clearly. She had seen so much in her life, too much, but this was likely the breaking point for her.

@Roan. @Hero. Somewhere in her mind, she knew they were there watching this but she couldn't bring herself to find them. To see Roan's reaction to losing another brother. She couldn't do it so her mismatched gaze stayed on Reti as the war fought on around her.

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chaos reigns and she -- she stands motionless. there is no target for her, here, and everytime one rises there are half a dozen leaping forward to claim it. louve stands and watches fight after fight, feels blood splatter on her legs without a known source. bodies are mutilated and she can only watch.

elaine launches in to a fight that ends before it truly begins, and she chuffs for her sister to rejoin her, to stand her side and watch for where they might dispense fair justice. to those that linger, to any of wolfbron that might be listening she names their one true ally in all this madness. "we support caladan, but not z'e mire." that much must be clear; they did not come for the lagoon or the brook or the summit or any of the others.

and then -- death.

the stench of it is heavy in the air, drawing her attention to the executioner. louve shifts, uneasy, before her ears fall flat against her head when hanneth's cries go up. they wrench at a part of her long buried, thrusting her back to the moment when she stood over a still body and watched it rise again. "they are not the same," she murmurs, her eyes wide and unfixed, "they should not come back. none of them should come back."

words spoken without an audience, uncaring of who hears.

always protect your neck... protect your neck... protect...

it is their father's words that ring through his mind even as he is rattled by their impact, the world around them fuzzy and uninteresting. nothing else matters -- hell, nothing else existed -- beyond their deadly embrace.

... deadly...

rohan is quick to realize how exposed he eyes after his teeth ricochet off of his bastard brother's forehead and he attempts to tuck his chin, to prevent those wicked sharp teeth from finding their mark. instead they bury deep in to the tender flesh of his face, shredding skin and scoring against bone, pulling a cry from his throat as blood splatters against the sand. squeezing his eyes tightly closed in an attempt to protect them from the threat that is too close too close too close.

fighting from his prone position to reach up with whichever foreleg might be free, to slash blindly at the face of the white beast all while continuing his attack on luther's belly. he is a whirl of claws, a frenzy that is bordering on frantic with his need to be free of his oppressive weight.


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

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 3 + 9 + 11 + 16 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 19 + 17 + 13 + 3 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 17 + 18 + 8 + 1

Dice perks:
- Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade). (+1 dodge)

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i have to stop them. i have to stop them.

arion is silent -- frozen? -- at his side. alaric focuses almost solely on the fight between his girls, half believing that they would break apart at any moment. wanting to trust that the bonds of family were stronger than whatever fucked up politics were happening, here.

his attention slips briefly to the fight between his sons and then, almost frantically, seeks out @Morrigan. thinks of her words, of the pain that was inevitable, and cannot fathom how all of this could be their fault. if he could only talk to them... if they would only listen...

whirling green eyes seek out others of his family in the crowd, children and loved ones alike, imploring them without a word to stop this madness... to stop...

death.

his head whips back towards melusina and magdalena, his heart lurching in to his throat, choking him. fear is a vicious beast bearing down on him with ink black wings and for a second -- fleeting, paper-thin -- he is relieved to find them both alive. but he does not have a moment to spare to find the source of the sickle-scent, because there is so much blood. so much blood that it would be one of them, next.

and alaric has seen enough battle to know just how this will end.

panicked and half-mad with his need to put an end to it he lurches towards them, racing to close the space with his daughter's names on his lips. "mel. mags. stop this, stop this!" booming voice choked with desperation as he fights to reach them, to stop her.

"don't do it. she is your sister. she is family." blurting the words like vomit between them as he reaches for them both, praying to whatever force had staved off his own death to prevent another one from happening.

even if he has to tackle one of them to the ground to stop it. even if he has to forfeit his own well being -- whatever it took.

@Melusina @Magdalena

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The emotion she sought would be hard found, Orei was different when it came to battle. He had been trained that way, unfeeling, take it like a man and keep going. So when Ani struck, he took it without even a whimper. He deserved it, every bit of pain she inflicted, he knew he deserved it. But he would have never expected to cause the panic he saw in her face at the moment. The fear. The fear of him. Her paws flying widely around him, smacking him, cutting him. He flinches away, dropping her paw, not from her attacks but from the panic in her eyes. Trying to push her paws away from cutting him as he backs away from her. "Ani, I just want you with me." he pleads, voice almost frantic. "I can’t go to the Brook, our parents. It’s too much."

He tries one last time to have her come with him willingly. He doesn’t want to make it any worse than it already was. But either way she was coming with him today, even if he had to drag her to the Summit. Where they could talk one on one, he had to get her to see reason. To understand why he was doing this. To convince her to come home with him. He wanted her to get to know Fearne, who could easily become a dear friend to her. They could be a family again, together, no longer burdened by their last name. They could be something greater.

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

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 10 + 5 + 17 + 6 + 1 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 17 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 16 + 15 + 4 + 6

"SPEECH."

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