Pride Claim of Ecrosia Mire!

@Saga vs @Jafar

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More than ever he wanted to give the world back to the gray Tolkien as well as the young charge that she had taken under her wing. So Jafar checked back on the Mire every other day to see if it was liveable again. It wasn't the greatest pride but it had been home and he was hoping that this would be what she wanted. How could it not be? She had chosen to live here when Kiton had been here (may he rest in peace) and so she would want to now. So Jafar called out for any who was around to hear him as well as those that had lived here prior for this land would be his and theirs again.

Jafar vs. @Saga
for Ecrosia Mire
o ii iii iv v

the mire had fell - to the sea, to the will of vellen. it was the only way saga could look upon the flooded pridelands and make it make sense. they lost a powerful ally with the destruction of the pride ( and, unbeknownst to her, truly lost their ally ) and it left her restless, her skin itchy under her fur. with all that had happened in the last few weeks saga felt it a sign. "you will be the one to fix this," hakon told her. undeniably, irrevocably confident in his statement. would could she fix it? as the days pass, she begins to think the answer is a resounding yes.

and it starts today, with the mire receded enough for life.

the possibilities unfurl before her, endless, immeasurable and she feels her inky lips twist up into a feverish smirk. jafar's roar coaxes her deeper in the pridelands and she comes to a halt some six feet back, facing him impassively. "lof til hans." she whispers, dropping into a lowered position with her body weight squared across her body and hips coiled, ready to spring. her claws unsheathe, digging into what purchase she can find in the soft muck and muddy waters. her tail readies to act as a rudder to help with her balance and her eyes narrow, pupils dilating. she offers him nothing: no luck, no name. he is inconsequential in this, merely a puppet to be shoved aside. and should he win, raise as the king, then it would be time for introductions and conversation.

her ears slick to her skull, head dipping over her throat and fangs bearing. "begin." she says, abruptly, launching herself forward a half-heartbeat later. it's all the warning he gets before saga attempts to slam her lowered head into her opponent's chin and force his head up, away from his throat, her fangs seeking to follow the motion and sink through the mane into the skin below. simultaneously her right forepaw comes up and swipes towards his shoulder, attempting to dig claws into his flesh and give her purchase.

Saga v @Jafar
for Ecrosia Mire
0/5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 10 + 16 + 15 + 4 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 6 + 2 + 18 + 12

table by ferus & lineart by eerien00dle

it never occurs to her that this is wrong: or maybe it does and solvi simply doesn't care. she skulks after her mother, tiny legs propelling her with a dogged determination that saga notices and quietly obliges. though the little sigrun doesn't know it, her chimeric mother slowed enough for the hellion to follow, though she pretends not to hear her stamping feet the whole way. and the piebald is delighted to think she's gotten away with anything. especially something so bad. she's seen @Hillevi paused at the edge of the pridelands, staring out with want and wonder, and decided then and there she wouldn't be caught looking like that. she will be the one to leap over the lines and push her luck ( again and again and again until someone inevitably stops her, one way or another ) because she doesn't want to be so boring as her sister.

she was the fun one, after all.

when she finally makes it to the bit of the mire the two adults stand at, it's in time to see saga launching herself at a massive.... creature. it looks almost like a lion, but the shaggy fur hanging about its neck isn't quite right. uncle magnus didn't have that and neither did mister hakon. she squints, wrinkling her little nose up and is distracted from the mystery of it only as her mother and the stranger collide in battle.

startled, her little eyes widen and her claws unsheathe to grip the ground beneath her in an attempt to find some kind of stability there. hvað er í gangi? she whispers, quivering in both fear and delight.

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Just as the gray lioness was, Jafar was simply here to earn a few favors by his name and by the woman he was slowly wishing to impress. A moment in time where he saw a chance to really grow that impression of him and the name that he carried. A desire to prove to this new world that he was still going to do what he had come here for even if his own family had rendered this land a bore.

So when the woman came in front of him and there was a quiet moment of regard, he was quick to lean his chin downwards as she initiated with a firm begin. Jafar lunged forward, attempting to counter her initial move for the throat by attempting to headbutt her. With a head as large as his, he might as well use it for something useful. @Saga's right paw, however, reaches for his left shoulder and creates a few minor lacerations but he can feel that a few of her claws had found a place of their own leaving behind a few minor puncture wounds.

Jafar's own right foreleg swinging forward in an attempt to glide down her left foreleg with his claws outstretched before attempting to push sharply down upon her left forepaw.

Jafar vs. Saga
for Ecrosia Mire
i ii iii iv v

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 14 + 17 + 5 + 13 + 18 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 18 + 11 + 7 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 12 + 18 + 10 + 20

apparently, there were several reasons that voluspa would be needed at the abrupt challenge for the mire. one, to pay silent support to her aunt in her time of ambition and prowess; and two, to keep track of the gaggle of cubs that would likely make their way behind her, each just as curious as the last. and so it was with purpose that the sigrun followed behind the wandering shape of @Solvi, giving her enough space for her wandering, until they found themselves within the folds of the mire. another man was already present, seeking to grapple for the crown in the same way that saga did -- but she simply wrinkled her nose at the thought that he would overthrow one of vellen's most dutiful followers. instead, she opted to close the shape between her and her younger cousin, before settling in to watch the challenge unfold upon the sidelines. vera. (stay) voluspa murmured lowly to the cub as she took a protective stance over her frame, ensuring that any prying eyes would not find the babe unsupervised on the outskirts of the challenge. at the same time, however, the valkyrie knew that this could be a good learning opportunity for her, as young as she may be, and so she opted to provide the answer to the question all-the-same. mamma þín berst fyrir stoltinu. (your mother is fighting for the pride) a simple explanation, though an explanation nonetheless, as dark eyes finally lifted to look back towards the ensuing brawl.

he explodes forward as she does, intending to meet her halfway. and he does, lowering his battering ram of a head to deflect her attempt to go for his throat. she tries to slow, tucking her haunches beneath her to slide like a reigning horse, but it's not quite enough: he still slams into her face with enough force to make her teeth feel loose and for her ears to ring. her teeth, presumably, glance off his skull and despite the pain in her jaws, she attempts to clamp down on whatever part of his head might be available and wrench her head to the left and down, trying her best to tear the skin and then drop her head to keep her throat covered. while her right paw sinks into his shoulder, gaining purchase there, jafar's own limb lifts to unzip the flesh along saga's foreleg, letting blood pour down to wet her toes. a growl of pain leaves her and she jerks that leg up, too, trying to sink her claws from her left paw into his right shoulder and cling to him on either side, tearing at the flesh with both paws. she's left practically sitting on her haunches, tail lashing out behind her to help keep her balance, with her attempted hold of both forepaws latched into jafar's shoulders.

{{Saga v @Jafar
for Ecrosia Mire
2/5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 8 + 13 + 20 + 19 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 10 + 6 + 1 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 14 + 5 + 3 + 18

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Fine white teeth find their way upon the right side of his head, just passed the eye above and below. Minor puncture wounds that no doubt had a decent grip on him as his face was stuck in a whirlwind of movement. Leaning his head to the right, he attempted to grab a hold of the right side of her neck, while her teeth grappled upon his massive noggin. The skin there clearly wishing for an immediate vacation as blood began to rise from the tearing of bronze flesh.

Only then does she bring her other front leg upwards to the opposite shoulder and holds him there with her claws, lacerations aplenty upon both of his shoulders. In this position, he attempts to retract his head just enough to try and push his weight forward. An awkward position they had found themselves in and an even more awkward situation to get themselves out of.

Jafar vs. Saga
for Ecrosia Mire
i ii iii iv v

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 15 + 4 + 20 + 17 + 16 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 14 + 3 + 12 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 13 + 17 + 1 + 20

her teeth snare the skin of his skull, tearing the thin flesh with a satisfying rip. he takes advantage of the positioning to snag the side of her neck, clamping down to find a grip. she immediately feels the blood and spit mix to wet the fur there and wrinkles her nose in pain and displeasure. the skin pulls away from muscle and flesh and she knows she'll be missing a chunk if he pulls hard enough. her paw finds her intended mark, digging into the flesh of his shoulders, and she flexes her claws to keep the hold. but then jafar is releasing his hold on her neck, pulling back minutely only to shove himself forward against her weight. her mind reels for a moment as they push against one another, but in her precarious position she knows she won't be ale to hold out long. instead, she tries to grip tighter on his shoulders and allows her hips to tuck and her body to roll backwards as he pushes. she follows the motion, trying to pull her forepaws from his shoulder and rip the flesh there while simultaneously curling her haunches against her stomach to kick wildly at his undersides in an attempt to shred the flesh and truly make him hurt. she keeps her head tucked down to her chest to protect her throat as she does this.

Saga v @Jafar
for Ecrosia Mire
3/5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 11 + 5 + 6 + 9 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 8 + 16 + 2 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 5 + 13 + 17 + 20

table by ferus & lineart by eerien00dle

the call that catches his attention is surprising. it gives him pausing, thinking for a moment he's somehow misheard. but, no: @Saga, of all lions, has decided to claim a piece of this rock for herself. Maybe that shouldn't be too surprising -- two of her kin wear already crowns. Yet, hadn't she shied away from the position of jarl because of some misguided, patriarchal bullshit? He didn't quite understand it, nor did he want to. Still, he's glad that she's seemingly changed her mind, and Hopes she's picked a better spot than magnus had. on his way out of the lagoon he can't help but notice @Hillevi, sitting sullenly by the borders -- stopped there as if she cannot step a toe across the border. he chuffs quietly ( though not gently ) to her, grabbing her leash as he walks by. if she wanted to come, that was fine -- if not, she could sit there and pout for as long as she wanted. @Minna, too, is herded along; he does not trust her alone in the pride territory. The muck clings to his feet as he swaggers forward, making his way to the mire, a displeased look wrinkling his muzzle. So maybe saga hadn't picked the best pride -- a swamp wasn't much better than a hole in the ground. his muzzle curls in distaste as seafoam eyes sweep across those gathered, a small group consisting only of sigruns: one of magnus's bastard daughters and one of saga's own. he notes @Solvi's presence, not trusting her to be safe under the watchful gaze of one those girls. bosätta sig och stanna. ( settle and stay. ) he growls lowly to the two under his watch before his gaze swings to the fight then, head tilting as he watches the ensuing violence. it was clear who he favored in victory here, and it certainly wasn't jafar.

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