The lioness returned to her den, where she gathered her minor stash of items. A few plants were ripe enough to harvest, so she did gather a few things in the rabbit hide.. The rest, she crushed with a large log nearby. If she couldn't have them - no one else would either. The serpent gathered her hide with the meager possessions... Mostly poisons and left the den. She would trail along the pridelands, easing her way towards the borders. The dark woman had every intention of slipping away and leaving, ears nearly permanently pinned to her skull, her lashing tail betraying her anger. Wounds still fresh from her battle with Rivia weeped slowly, but she would deal with those later. //Ishak is attempting to leave FR.//

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Walpurgis had no intention of crashing through the brush as loudly as possible, it just sorta happened. That was the sort of warrior she was. A loud one. And she had no time to be sneaky, she had to be quick! @Ishak was a potential friend - a WARRIOR because Walpurgis had seen her fight good, and not talk so much after that it spoiled the whole fun of watching. The king dude and his political friends had done the talking thing, and the disapproving from a haughty distance thing, and Walpurgis was uneasy around that. Not that there was anything she could do about it, that was just the way kingly dudes were. But Walpurgis wasn't king or queen of shit, she was a WARRIOR and that was it, and well she hoped she'd find a kindred spirit if she caught up to Ishak before her trail went cold and she maybe wasn't in a fighting warrior mood anymore.

"HEY! HEY!" Her tongue throbbed, panting around expulsions of a hoarse voice. She was in better condition than Cupid had found her in, doubtless, but she was still a rangy and greasy and matted thing. "Dat was cool! You fight good! Wanna be friends?" They could absolutely be friends. It would be great. Ishak totally looked like she was in the mood to make friends in a violent, WARRIOR-esque way.

While Cupid might be willing to just let it be, Lexa is not quite so easy to dismiss, and she'd followed quietly after the trail that @Ishak had left when she'd stormed off. She's only had a few interactions with the woman, and found her to be prickly every time -- it leads her to wonder why the red lioness had ever come here at all. Lexa is unassuming at first, tracking the larger female through the underbrush as her path leads closer and closer to the borders.

Evidently, Ishak is throwing an entire temper tantrum and storming away for good. She quirks an eyebrow, an ear flicking towards @Walpurgis and her excitement. Another interesting soul, but a subject for another day. Lexa is not the sort to chase, and hardly possesses the size to stop Ishak anyway -- not that she's quite certain she wants to stop the woman from leaving. Still, her blatant disrespect for Cupid has the queen bristling.

"You would disobey and disrespect your king and then run away to escape the consequences?" Lexa queries across the distance, her tone sharp and trying to catch Ishak's attention -- even if it takes her ire to do so. She would have hoped the girl had more grit than that.

high achiever, don't you see? nothing comes for free

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It’s @Lexa's voice that draws him, her words that catch his attention. Black lips part over stained fangs as the dragon prowls through the underbrush, parting from the shadows with a low and irritated growl. He’s almost surprised it is not a particular male that the queen stands before; Roarke would have readily run at the sniveling little bastard. It is not him, however, and that is what gives him a moment’s pause.

"What’s this?" He asks lowly, moving to stand directly in Ishak’s path. Not for a second does he doubt Lexa - but he would like to hear about this disrespect directly. The girl in question is small, young, and seems rather angry. Roarke grins, but there is nothing kind in the expression. Wolf bearing its teeth. "Did I hear the queen right, girl?"

It wouldn’t surprise him if Cupid had allowed it, and rather than punish had simply let it be. Much as he loves the young lion, allowing such behavior within the pride would cost more than what temporary peace it might bring. They are not a pride to be walked over, and with Lexa potentially carrying their cubs, now is not the time to be gambling with stability.

And as for the other - @Walpurgis. Roarke has not trusted her since the pride challenge, but in all true observation she seemed a few zebras short of a full herd. Not harmless, but not dangerous either. Roarke spares her a glance, but his focus remains on @Ishak. She is not going anywhere. Not yet.

The wine stained woman had almost made it before @Walpurgis arrived and spoke of being friends. When the dark female lifted her lip in warning, @Lexa arrived and it drew the serpents bi colored gaze. "I'm surprised you were able to get out here so fast. Did you make that decision yourself or did the balless wonder call a meeting to have someone else make his decisions for him?" @Roarke arrived and the dark woman scoffed, turning on her heel and intending to march away from them. "I was told I could leave at any time. I'm leaving." So fuck right off. She dared them to stop her - to go against their own rules they touted so highly. Mustn't fight, must have a meeting to discuss when and where to take a shit. Or so she assumed. Truthfully the girl hadn't given them much of a chance, but she didn't intend to. She had seen enough to know that despite the pretty scenery and how much work she had put into her garden and her den...that she disliked being held captive to such a male. "When you enemies come for you..be sure to tell me how the group therapy session goes, will you? I am so looking forward to knowing how well that works.." Cupid had, after all ensure that no one but those that sucked his ass would be permitted the honor of defending themselves.

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She had DONE IT. Done the first thing. The first step in making friends. Which was catching them before they had time to bail. This lady/warrior was just as spicy as Walpurgis imagined, greeting her with a somewhat bloodier and fancier grin than the drooling vision that Walpurgis reflected back. "Wanna be friends?" she repeated, since Ishak looked like she might not have heard. Sometimes Walpurgis had to be really loud to be heard.

The variegated lioness spun on her shaggy heels as first one and then another appeared. A very tiny female, who she regarded quizzically, not understanding why she was so angry and whether it was something important or something petty like her hair being messed up. Walpurgis liked the giant dude far more. That was a commander, a WARRIOR. It would be fun to match herself against him too. Her crooked tail swung out, lashing uneasily with agitation but, although her interior emotions warned her against escalating this situation, outer Walpurgis thought all these lions together seemed like fun! Lots of yelling and maybe more blood!

"Why we all yelling? We gonna fight again? I love to fight!" she glanced between Ishak and @Roarke , ignoring @Lexa completely now due to her size. Ishak was obviously one angry party and the huge male was another. They were obviously the leaders of this brawl-about-to-happen.

Her lips purse, gaze cool and quiet where it rests upon @Ishak's sneer; Lexa is not so easily deterred, and unlike Cupid, she doesn't wear her heart upon her sleeve. Whether that makes her the better or worse choice to handle this situation, she isn't yet certain -- though she is growing increasingly annoyed with the spew of insults coming from the red woman, and finds herself thinking that it would probably just be easier to let her go.

@Roarke prowls from the shadows, irritation rolling off him in waves, and she watches him enter the scene with an appraising gaze, flashing between him and Ishak. Any chances of the russet lioness leaving unscathed have just diminished greatly, all without Lexa having to lift a paw. She refrains from the urge to smirk, instead leaning onto her haunches and tilting her head slightly as her narrowed gaze levels upon the other. "The only one I see here trying to make an enemy is you," the queen mentions sardonically, her tone dry. Ishak could have left peacefully and quietly, but she's done neither of those things, and seems to think that crass and bitter words will go unpunished.

"I don't think group therapy is Roarke's style, but maybe if you ask really nicely, he'll make an exception," Lexa quips with a goading smirk, her eyes flashing momentarily towards the ashen dragon. Ishak has all but made it a game to her now -- and what else did she expect, with behavior like that? She's going to end up learning the hard way that Lexa is not so innocent as she appears.

high achiever, don't you see? nothing comes for free

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She is young, and Roarke can’t help but think of Miette when he looks at her.

But she is not Miette. She is a threat - and a disrespectful brat not yet taught that her choices have consequences. Roarke’s fiery gaze meets @Lexa's and that is as much permission as he needs. His snarl tilts upward in one corner - the slightest hint of amusement in an otherwise stone cold expression. Some part of him will enjoy this, and he has never denied that part of himself before.

"You - stay," he orders @Walpurgis, looking to her for only a split second. Let this be a lesson for the loudmouth - this is what happens when you disrespect and disobey.

Roarke launches himself at Ishak’s retreating form as she turns to leave - attempting to sink his teeth into Ishak’s rear end (specifically the top of her tail) and maintain a grip on it. At the same moment, his left paw swipes at her left back ankle, claws swiping and trying to get into her skin before yanking back in one quick, harsh motion in an attempt to unbalance her and maybe bring her to her belly quickly.

Ye soft for this place, Galloway!?

No. And this will prove it.

Roarke vs. @Ishak
For major maim (tongue removal)
Round I / V
Hits:

Rolling 10d20: 13 + 11 + 18 + 19 + 2 + 3 + 17 + 15 + 7 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 18 + 7 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 17 + 12 + 4 + 13

ROARKE VS. ISHAK FOR MAJOR MAIM
— DEFAULT —

due to Ishak not responding in time, this fight has defaulted.

ROARKE HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MAJOR MAIM!

Please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first. As per the site rules, if 3 days go by without a post from the challenger(s), they can be skipped. Whichever comes first! Any posts made before this will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Squid

Ishak is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Roarke Wounded Roll: 1d5 = 1

Roarke is NOT WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 01/27/2022, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of maiming, physical abuse, tongue mutilation.

She goes down dreadfully easy; it couldn’t truly be called a fight. Roarke pins @Ishak under his weight, trying his best not to crush her while doing so. Cold and calculating, he forces her mouth open and with a deadly calm the dragonbites out the front half of her tongue.

Blood sprays filling Roarke’s mouth and staining his face as he wrenches the muscle free. He spits it out in the dirt beside Ishak, glowering down at her. "You won’t disrespect what’s mine again." Roarke tells her simply, no pity or mercy in tone or expression. His body trembles with anger, with tightly leashed adrenaline. He’s not taxed himself at all, and he still itches for a proper fight - the blood spilled is not enough to sate him.

"She’ll need a healer," he adds to no one in particular - his stare has not broken from the defeated girl.

@Lexa & @Walpurgis