His breath was hot and the blood slick on her forehead where it fell from his mouth, staining the white fur. He sent more flying when he shook his head and she scrunched her eyes to avoid the spray. Big mistake.

She never saw his paw coming. Never saw the outstretched claws seeking to sink deep into her face. She sure felt them though; they were hot as they ripped open the skin in four jagged paths from ear to nose. Again. Motherfucking AGAIN!

She screamed and stumbled back in tandem with him, creating even more space between them. One eye scrunched closed to keep the blood from running into it, the other glared at him wildly before she finally turned and stalked away, out of the beach territory. She was zero for two on these damn southern beaches. Maybe a sign that she was not meant for their sands.

@Milano

-exit-

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He was extremely lucky that for a second time he had defeated the desert flea. Panting he watched her flee and he huffed. Though his victory was a short one as Miaran started to spew nonsense from her lips. Eyes narrowed as he looked towards her unsure what to think of everything. He couldn’t deny that spirits existed. He believed in them. He even believed in his own goddess though didn’t shove the Great Huntress into anyone’s face. Trying to get a handle for what was going on he didn’t have any real time to figure things out before the Hollows declared war in the cove. This made his blood run cold. Hearing the snarl, the intent in the man’s actions he moved towards the Hollow’s King. Bloody and tired from his last fight but he wouldn’t allow himself to be separated from his wife and kids.

Growing he pinned his ears and squinted his eyes before he attempted to jump forward. Arms going wide he attempted to give Alexander a hug around his face. Jaws open he tried to make it look like he was trying to bite the man’s ear. However he would instead whisper just loud enough for only him to hear. "I don’t want to fight you, but I’ll be damned if I don’t fight. No way I want to be separated from my wife and cubs. Not while that crazy leads them."

Milano vs. @Alexander ♔
To stop imprisonment of himself
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 16 + 20 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 8 + 9 + 15 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 11 + 12 + 13 + 6

( fatigue dice are 4/5/5 )

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Xander swiveled around watching as fights around him ended. The red of his vision mingled with the blood on the ground, on the lions that littered the field dead, alive, or somewhere in between. It felt like a wave that would swallow him whole. All he knew was that he needed to fight before it consumed him.
Over the cacophony of his heart pounding in his ears, he heard his father declare war on Caladan Cove, the instructions to challenge for everyone in it. His fury had a target and the red of his vision waned slightly while he struggled to find the scent of the Cove beneath the scent of blood. The whole battlefield of the wedding reeked of death and violence. He could hardly tell his own scent his own blood from that of everyone around him, much less differentiate enemies from allies.
Desperately searching, he caught sight of his father and made his way towards him. The aching of his shoulder matched the pounding of his heart as he moved, vision honed in on his target. He could feel the rushing of his blood beneath his skin, feel warmth even in the winter air. Was his wound still bleeding or had it scabbed while he'd waited? He couldn't tell, couldn't feel it.
His rational mind raged against the dominant need to fight, Xander felt almost as if he wasn't in control of himself. As he drew closer and closer to his father, time felt like it slowed around him. The fury which held him in a vice grip boiled over, spilling into extended claws and snarling fangs. Was he running to stand by his father or to attack him? Xander didn't know anymore. It felt like running through quicksand.
He was a few steps away from his father when he was struck by dizziness and his awareness faded, his wounds and fatigue finally overpowering him.

/exit Xander in unconsciousness

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY LARS

Bloodshed.

It calls to him like a lighthouse casting her rays across the sea.

A siren song meant to be answered with the hum of rotting wood bouncing along the darkened depths of waves moved by ocean currents. He was not the first of the Hollows to arrive but the Shadow heeds the call nevertheless. 'We stand against the Cove!' It is declared and decreed; the hostility painted upon the walls.

Over the border the beast would jaunt; an ear flicked towards some of the Lagoon lions as they fled yet his gaze would dance over to the collapsed form of Xander. For a moment he would gaze before ultimately deciding that it wasn't his issue. Instead the creature would allow his gaze to rove about the battlefield; settling upon the pastel goddess that he worships at the altar of.

"Leave." The brute would rumble towards @Bordeaux; a type of protectiveness lingering along the edges of his words before he steps forward and simply inhales. The tangle of scents where there; but upon the breeze he smells her — @Onyx; daughter of his. The beast would throw back his head; barking laughter spilling over from the crux of lips as he weaves closer towards the path of her hiding spot but he finds no reason to ruin it.

Instead; his head would drop low - hissed words offered towards his daughter — "Let this be a lesson; daughter mine. Fight. Win. Destroy your opponent." He would rasp out before tacking on; "this world does not respect weakness - nor will I. Come. Battle." The Shadow would invite her to abandon her hiding place in favor of a dance of slaughter.

"We fight...together, daughter mine." At this moment the creature would throw back his head; his roar rippling over the battlefield as he calls for possession of one of the pride mates of the cove. The beast would turn his attention away from kin and daughter alike in favor of allowing his molten gaze to burn across the battlefield but his pushed back ears would remain attentive; one directed at Onyx and the other directed at Bordeaux.


Vladizmir vs ???
for theft of Khadija
o of III
Hits: [roll=#d20]
Dodges: [roll=#d20]
Luck: [roll=#d20]

+20 - participate in a raid
+20 - cast a curse
+20 - cast a blessing

sorin is pulled to the sands by an inexplicable tug - an invisible force that tells her that she needs to be here. as soon as she crests the gently sloping dunes that make up scilla's borders, she can see why. many of her family are gathered already, some calling for battle and others already locked in fights. besides them, there is much blood already shed. already, sorin can feel her friends shrinking away from the sight of it all, displeased at the persecution of those who are much like her. yet at the same time they yearn and reach towards the spectres that prowl through the carnage, as if trying to draw the yearling towards them.

but she cannot focus on that yet. not when her father calls for war.

the girl joins the group of savante looking in on the fight already, coming up on @Angelo's open side, eyes glassy and unfocused as they focus on @Miaran and then @Milano. "may-" she starts, stops, and wheezes out a cough. when was the last time she had spoken? "may the mother make your teeth rot and crumble in your maws," she hisses, feathery tail lashing against her thighs. "may your claws crack, and may your paws be slick on sandy flaws." her friends have said the mother will provide - that the mother would lead them to victory. sorin, for one, chooses to believe what they say. briefly, her eyes turn to @Alexander ♔ and @vladzimir. "may the mother imbue you with strength. let your attacks be overwhelming and your hides be thick." her eyes close, willing the mother to hear her prayers - to cast boons on the savante taking to the battlefield.

as quickly as her eyes have glazed, they clear as the sound of a hard thud hits her ears. she barely finds @Xander in the crowd before his body slumps the rest of the way down. a sharp gasp breaks through her lips. "help!" she calls out, to angelo and karsa both. her own body dashing towards the other savante, attempting to grasp his scruff and drag him towards safety. she had herbs at home that might help, but her friends had been too insistent for sorin to think about grabbing any on the way here.

sorin is attempting to grab xander and drag him to safety

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karsa sees a man, presumably from the cove, come rushing in towards his father. despite knowing alexander could easily handle himself, the young savante cannot help but feel a stab of worry for his dad's wellbeing. blue eyes watch intently as the fight begins, lips pursed together. it does the trick though, snapping him out of the shock that came from watching one of his closest friends and a mentor-like figure die.

vladizmir appears not long after the demand from war is unleashed, calling for another caladan member's theft. karsa's eyes remain on a swivel, ensuring he would see any incoming fighters - ready to even the odds if his help was needed. in the process, he catches sight of that fight with the children once again, noticing that despite being grabbed by two adults, the tiny terrors don't seem to be giving up any time soon. it was almost admirable, if not a little scary. he can't help but crack a small smile at the sight of it.

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This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of eye gore, gore & sadism.

The roaring and screams of terror around them were blocked out completely, the pain in his stomach growing stronger and stronger with each kick that @Rohan dealt. He wondered how bad the wound was, wondered if it was bad enough that he should worry that the contents of his stomach will spill. Yet he realised he had to get through this deadly match alive. It didn’t matter if his guts spilled when he was dead.

His jaws redirected when he saw an opportunity – Rohan’s eye was wide open, and with a twisted satisfaction, with his grin growing a tooth wider, he redirected his snapping teeth and gored the larger, yet younger, male’s eye. The destruction he intended was permanent, and it felt almost dizzying. Each wound he dealt, each maim he gave emboldened his sadism. The pain of his own wounds was now worth it if only he could get the momentary satisfaction of seeing his foe mutilated. He particularly flaunted his victory with a bloody grin. “There. Perhaps your new name shuld be One Eye?” It was more distinguished than Number Twenty Eight. He certainly could go for Rohan’s throat now and end the boy, yet he wanted to watch him writhe more under his grasp. To tear away more pieces from his flesh and savour his reaction.

Yet he would not get the chance, as the sound of a man rushing past him and straight for @Zagrius caught his attention. His son had barely returned, and yet he was fighting as vigorously as any soldier. He had no time to pay attention to anything else that had happened, not when the Scillan rats thought they could take from him so easily. His grin turned into a snarl and that is when he left Rohan before he could exact his finishing blow. There was more important matters.

He watched @Rosalind and @Colsun rush toward @Zagrius with cold fury, calling out for the Scillan man’s imprisonment.

Luther vs. ???
for Colsun’s Imprisonment
Round 0 / 3


TLDR: Luther blinds Rohan’s right eye, then challenges for Colsun.

@Cassius ♔ & @Vice & @Valtyr VS. @Cassandra & @Fearne & @Mircea FOR
@Arcania ♔ (IMPRISONMENT)
— DEFAULT —

Due to Valtyr not posting in time and Cassius forfeiting, they have defaulted from the fight. The other participants can continue, and it is now Fearne's turn. The remaining order is:
Mircea --> Cassandra --> Vice

Orson continued to watch from his place of concealment, a grim scowl on his face barely masking the disgust he felt at the sight of the bloodbath that lay before him. But his gaze was honed in on a particular set of lions. His brother's noble act of freeing @Anniston was well acknowledged, and Orson felt a surge of warmth and familial loyalty as his siblings fought and secured her freedom. But when a fight broke out between two once-friends, Orson rose to his feet in alarm.

He started towards the brawling lionesses - @Olive and @Anniston - hesitant and confused. He knew well of Anni's disdain towards the unwelcome siblings that had been born, but he had not realized how deep the rift had truly been. The stench of the mire was everywhere, but as he grew near and could sense it wafting off of Anniston so strongly, his stomach gave a strange lurch. Why?

And then his gaze turn towards him, and a snarl peeled his lips back from his fangs. @Luther ♔ called for @Colsun's imprisonment with blood upon his lips and claws, looking for all the world like the monster that Orson felt he was. The hair along his spine bristled as he turned away from friends and stepped towards the pale beastly figure. Muscled honed from countless hours of hunting stiffened as he gathered his hind legs beneath him, launching his colossal form towards his opponent with no further preamble.

Orson barreled towards Luther light a freight train, leaping with his full weight, fangs beared, and claws outstretched, his goal to hit him hard and with all his pointy bits ready to dig in.

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@Orson vs. @Luther ♔
for Defense of @Colsun
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 10 + 3 + 19 + 2 + 9 + 5 + 13 + 11 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 19 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 5 + 11 + 3 + 20

Surprisingly, it was not the cowardly duo that turned to protect the man’s broken dignity, but a stranger who seemed to come out of nowhere. Luther’s brow quirked in both intrigue and mockery as @Orson stepped closer, prowling with evident intent to battle. “Come, then,” he sneered, taunting the man.

That is when the colossal leaped forward. From one giant fucker to another, Luther was prepared to wipe the floor with this second foe too. Orson’s claws hit Luther’s shoulder, leaving red marks in their wake and pain where Rohan had left the same. Snarling in fury, Luther’s teeth sought to grab onto Orson’s face with his teeth, while his claws sought to dig into Orson’s front leg, right behind the wrist.

Luther vs. @Orson
for Colsun’s Imprisonment
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 15 + 12 + 8 + 1 + 2 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 4 + 19 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 11 + 17 + 9 + 16 + 7

+1 Luck: from Anya
Using Barb perk: Invoke a warrior's fury to maintain strength following a victory (take on another opponent with no fatigue dice after your first fight, once per thread)