of course, nearly as soon as she returns to the bluffs does there come a call for a challenge. her fur ruffles along her spine in annoyance, but there is a bit of intrigue as well. this call stems from within their borders, from within, and she is curious about it. she approaches the slowly forming group- remaining on the edge, though her gaze would linger on the challenger and then a familiar face in @Amara. helah makes no move to approach, but remains on the edge, watching and waiting for the arrival of the queen, to see what she will do about this internal debacle. and to see of course, who rises to the top.

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Once a home, The Bluffs remained a valuable pride for the princess. This is where she "was born," where she was able to roam safely in her first months of life. And since then she had seen Louve with great respect, almost the same as her mother. She saw in these lionesses more than an ally, an extended family even. And thus she arrived to watch, hoping they wouldnt mind her watching. They were allies, and with all the respect, she walked a bit in to watch the fight. Hoping they wouldnt get mad, this was her home at one point, and she was here to express her support. She flexed her toes, using the hard ground to sharpen her claws. +5 Observe a fight +5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

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Another challenge for the Bluffs so soon? Perhaps this was fate for Asphodel, as he noted that the call originated from within the heart of the territory rather than from the outskirts. He had been planning to speak with the leaders soon, waiting had perhaps played the right cards into his hands. If leadership should change, he might find his way out of the pride much easier.

He did not recognize the challenger other than being one of the misandrist spawn that roamed the pride. He could not tell by her frame whether she could truly stand against the battle-tested Louve, but he rooted silently for her to his own ends as he sat to watch.

there's a monster in the garden

and you call him God

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Like a spider walking ever so delicately across it's web, she is there within the shadow's edge, silent and watchful of the commotion ahead of her. As the call had drawn them, it too had lured her with the luscious charm of curiosity away from the company of her mother and brothers. Though she knew little of what was to come unraveling before her, it held importance; that much she could be well certain of. All of it was centered around the piebald woman, her presence absorbing the entirety of everyone's attention, so much it was enough to make even her jealous. Just what did she intend that so many found this intriguing? If only she truly knew what was at stake. But alas, she snorts with a soft tch, her stare ever deadpan and unimpressed; at least for now.

Oh, but there was certainly the boldness to find out.

Baby blue eyes catch sight of @Amara, and she shuffles towards the familiarity that she knew as her great grandmother.Arrière-grand-mère, que se passe-t-il ? Great grandmother, what is happening? Her voice is soft in its askance, enunciated perfectly in her mother tongue as the cub took her seat beside the speckled lioness. This hardly seemed the place for children, given what was impending, but the threat had been arrogantly ignored. Perhaps Faustine would be cross with her, but how could she when it was something their very blood was meant to bear witness to.
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faustine believes lazare is the last sister who'll want to command a pride, dear as she is to her. but faustine enjoys surprises, especially now after being sequestered in her den for so long. and why keep her cubs from seeing their aunt and grandmother brawl than now? come, let's move to the front she says as she pulls her way through the steadily growing crowd. @Percival, @Akasha, and @Vernon are old enough--big enough--to understand what'll happen in front of them. as dieudonne, violence and bloodshed has always been their way of living. watch, one day, one of you will stand in the center. faustine's eyes glitter with promise.

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Meisia Saxe

Witch

The witch so far did not carry much interest or care for the political landscape of the valley. However, she did care for the sight of blood, the sweet scent of iron in the air the pure bliss of watching lions reveal that bright liquid from their vessels.

She moves quickly and quietly. Her frame is covered in dust and spars stray strands of dried summer grass. She'd rolled in the dusty stony hollows of the badlands. Her scent was arid and dry, plain. Hopefully, she'd go unnoticed as she carefully approached the sight of the soon-to-be fight, completely disregarding the scentline that marked the border of the bluffs. The bloodshed, the power. Magic in all its glory spilled for something as silly as a crown.

The witch lays low her dark dusty frame crouched by a few rocks as her odd gaze peers at the brown lioness in the center of it all. The witch licks her lips oversized ears pressed back against her skull as she watches, waits.

Bleed, fight, rule The silent prayer echoes within her head, the fluffy tip of her tail twitching as her blood rushes through her ears the sound deafening yet her eyes never leave @Lazare. Blood runs red, red runs magic And soon it would cover the stones, paint the woman before her as a queen or a failure. Would she die? Would her lifeblood be exposed for them all to see?

Meisia is attempting to hide
Potential xp
Cleric
+10 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group

Assassin
+10 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
+5 Practice covering your scent

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DOUBLE XP ACTIVE FOR ALL IN THREAD UNTIL JAN 2

He lumbers through the territory with no great amount of haste. The call for Louve's title was coming from inside the house; leaving him unrushed in his desire to protect his three children within.

Cassius approaches with a rough run of his head along @Faustine's shoulder. With a crashing thud, his bulk is flung to the ground, claws kneading the familiar bluffs rock. I feel as though I'm missing a few chapters. The Darkling hums, eyes taking a moment to examine their children. Already so large. Still healthy. Even his boys. Good. At least his wife wasn't out to starve them.

Gaze moves back to the challenge. Did your mother manage to piss her off? Or did the Dieudonne believe it was time to devour their matriarch?

Out with the old..

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One could assimilate the fear that radiated inside of her by the fact that her birth family was one deeply in tune with the art of their own bodies. A light within her that was blinking a hazy red while also filling her dreams with small notions of the art of giving birth. The night that she had shared with the russian-speaking tiger had been wonderful and memorable by all accounts and yet, she knew it would cease there. A gnawing ache in her own mind that told her that she wasn't long for this world and it was because of who she was.

From the moment that it had come to her she had been focused into going to one of the leaders and addressing the situation. Perhaps even filling them in on what being a "mother" meant in her family... but she might not even get the opportunity to do so with the challenge. It was one of their own, and by looks of it quite literally their own, but it still made the future all the more uncertain. So she kept to the outside of the challenge and watched while her stomach spun in cycles and her mind swam with the dizziest of thoughts as though outrunning a shark in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight.

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Hellfire. Hellfire.

Ain't no chariots of fire, come to take me home I'm lost in the woods, and I wander alone

Challenges were a way of life here. She knew as much but it was strange that the call came from within the pride, within the family. Louve hadn't mentioned anything to Elaine about this so either her sister was hiding things from her, which seemed doubtful, or the daughter was seeking to push her mother, which seemed likely. There had been something simmering for awhile and she could only guess that this was the outcome of it.

Elaine could handle the challenge, it was those from other lands who came into her land without thought, without care, and seemed to think that something like this was open for them to watch. A low growl rumbled through her as she looked around, her eyes watching for anyone that isn't welcome. Her sister would have to face her own daughter but Elaine would still be watching their backs and making sure no one else tried to make a mess of things. Trespassers that she didn't agree with being here, would be handled with bloodshed.

Take My Soul

Burn in an alleyway through a dead end street Murdering promises that I just can't keep

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the scales shift, the balance is lost. family and duty, duty and family; power and consequence.

louve has fought the swell of tide for as long as she can recall, avoiding the burden of politics while, at the same time, fighting for the rule that she believed her birthright. learning and growing even as she denied the truth of what it meant, polishing the crown no matter the weight of it on her head and heart.

no matter the cost, because that was what she was meant to do. that was her duty, her purpose. there was no alternative.

was there?

how much had she lost in her quest for it? how much had she given? they did not see her worthy? they did not see her sacrifice?

louve comes from where she had been perched, waiting just long enough to see the first few trickle in, the vultures come to pick clean the bones that remain. louve comes and does not ask why -- no matter what lazare might think the mother knows the daughter.

this day was inevitable, and louve does not question it.

instead she gives lazare what she asks for, arriving on the scene and wasting no time with words (louve had never much cared for words, a fact which had gotten her in trouble more than a handful of times). instead she drives forward with every bit of ferocity birthed to her, calling on the fire of her bloodline as she attempts to slam the point of her right shoulder in to her daughter's, aiming the sharp of her teeth for lazare's neck as she does so. attempting to sink them deep in to the side of it, to grab tight and hold.

there would be no mercy here.


louve vs. @Lazare
For wolfbron bluffs
1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 9 + 11 + 16 + 18 + 10 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 16 + 8 + 6 + 17 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 9 + 10 + 11 + 15

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

Rolling barbarianberserk 1d30: 15
Look out! You have gone berserk! (+1 to hit roll for the next round of your fight)

I am not a woman, I'm a god

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