No need to go get Drakon. He is here. Here to help save the Queen! Large paws carried the white dragon from the sands of Andal to spot his daughter, @Seneca and their Queen in trouble. A growl formed as he would move towards @Tron, "Get back to the den. Tell Hecuba to keep guard." A growl formed as he would work his way to help Seneca. Fiery jewels took in Seneca going for the intruders right shoulder while Aidooneus had gone for the rear, but his attention was on the woman now who attacked Aidoneus. Fiery jewels spotted @Alaric who he didnt know but whatever, and went with him. A growl erupted as Drakon would push forwards and attempt to come from the same side as Alaric and attempt to wrap his jaws around @Neriah's muzzle. No one came for his daughter and survived.

Drakon, Seneca & @Aidoneus vs. Arishem @Neriah
Dominance/get the fuck out
1 - 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 19 + 8 + 2 + 9 + 5 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 5 + 13 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 9 + 10 + 14 + 5

Guttural sounds reach his ears as he had come to walk the borders once more, always on alert for the pride's sake, as he had stirred trouble with Wolfbron further than he'd intended. A fool, he'd lost his fight to Amara, solidifying enemies for Andal as he hadn't wished to, though they had already named themselves as such with their handling of the cubs. This was different, the sounds were not an invasion though he heard multiple voices.

Andal was his home and no righteous strangers would come into the desert seeking to reform anyone (though of course he'd missed the religious nature of the conversation). All that he needed to join the fray was the sight of his king in the midst of battle and the idea that anyone might try to invade the pride he'd lived within for many months.

Paws had quickened in the sands, used to the loose grit beneath him as he jogged forth to find two intruders at their borders tussling with none other than the king himself and a woman he'd only glanced before. It is the lion (@Arishem) that he quickened his pace towards, jaws parted as he called his own challenge, ears slicked into his mane hairs as he thundered forward.

Back paws steeled against the sands, finding purchase as he rose on them with both forearms that attempted to find purchase in the left haunch and backside of Arishem with claw extended. His efforts were in trying to seek purchase on the other lion's tail-end in the hopes of dragging him down to make it easier for Seneca to gain control of the situation.

@Rielus, Alaric, Seneca, & Aidoneus vs. Arishem & Neriah
for get the fuck out of my house
move 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 8 + 16 + 3 + 15 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 14 + 6 + 15 + 16 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 7 + 17 + 15 + 3 + 4

*Rielus has +1 to his dodge for Andal being pride tier 5

CODE • BG

she wakes up to absolute chaos. while it's awesome that aido is among them, diantha can't help but be miffed that her dad, rielus, and drakon also jumped in. maybe, just maybe not-mom will get gravely injured. the suddenness of the intrusive thought stops diantha in her tracks. it's an image that diantha can't sweep away so easily. a part of her is shocked at the idea, truly, but it's who she is. aidoneous's sudden ascension and pregnancy followed soon after genya's disappearance. it almost seems like dad has abandoned genya for another woman. diantha wonders if he'll abandon her and her sisters. only because they came from genya's loins. she frowns, deeply so, briefly forgetting where she is going until the scent of blood pulls her back. battles excite her and makes her want to join. but there are so many lions in the fray that diantha knows she'll do more harm than good. plus, she still has years to go before she can take part in a true fight and win. all she can do now is cheer on the men and hope they win against the intruders.

table by koi

He’s pressed into her. Gripped then, at the mid-section, a momentum of his coil dragged her attentions forward. The licking of his breath wet against her spine, with his hold and then the inescapable joining of his disciple’s, there came a brief flickering of regret. Affronted, there called to her a hymnal for retribution, to turn and meet the one seeking to overawe the Queen to an urchin’s feet. There rested sacred cognizance that should she relinquish her hold, to turn to face the assailant at her rear, she would only know certain defeat. Instead, she stayed the course—endeavouring to keep whatever clench she could manage at the stranger’s backside.

And then, they come – descending upon Diana’s call, hounds to heel, to break the quarry, to flay the beasts. Loyal to their King, to their home.

She did not see whose shadows crossed into the fray, only that she was not alone. While one with sounder reasoning would take this as a sign to flee the tumbling steps of titans, she instead rooted herself in bravado. Liberated from any notion of panic, and the indignity from the disadvantaged bearing thrust upon her, she was driven to act.

All that encased was heat. Heat! An undertow, it filled the air with the scramble of sand and heat.

The choral groan of the joint machinations of bellicosity wound her heart to a fervor. Adrenaline kissed her senses, trusting those that had come would play the part and sing triumph across the sands.

Electing not to think of herself, but the young lives beneath the Miroslav banner, she bore the weight of the accoster at her back. Traction pushed against the softness of what lay underfoot, the shift and give of the sand she’d so loathed but in that moment had come to welcome. It cushioned, pocketing the petite matriarch. Aidoneus fled not from the strange entanglement, and instead stirred to swing her right forelimb beneath her target, in hopes of finding purchase in the tender flesh of his undercarriage. Seeking to leverage herself against him with her left, hoping against hope the sink of her claws and scrape of teeth, would keep her abreast the coming tide of violence.


Aidoneus, Seneca, Drakon and Rielus
vs. @Arishem & Neriah

Dominance [ get outta mah 'house ]
Round 2 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 9 + 18 + 2 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 12 + 5 + 10 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 1 + 17 + 12 + 4

* +1 hit due to AO LV5

XVIII     the moon ☾

_{ART & CODE}

THE FAMINE—
My Lord, why is goodness so hard for me?

Goodness does not dwell here. It never has. Poisoned by their own factions of religous usurpers. False gods and damning prophets, they bow unto the heel of satans heavy snare. Like rabid dogs held close to their master by mere chains. Yanked back with even the slightest hymn of pressure, yet let go with even the most pungent cell of resistance. Though, they do not bite the hand that makes them. Command and fallets their souls unto a sea of darkness. Yet - they worpship him. Worship the god that brings forth destruction and death, and martyrs for a cause that is oh so hellish than his own. Heaven was a place to dwell upon the right hand of their father. He had been told many a times before how hell would come down and dwell amongst them. Walking demons in the flesh of men - ruined to destroy a world that would only be sanctified by milk and light. If they poisoned the earth any further, would father come? Surely so.

They cannot be saved. Martyrs to their own ravenous religions. Bore unto the sanction of hellish sand. He recounts the fallow of waters upon the horizon the oasis dips. Coiling unto the land like a mine that would erupt at any given moment. Perhaps, that is where they come from. A hellish portal to release factions of men and women who had so selfishly been brain washed by a damning God. That God, being one no other than the milky fruitation of darkness that rallies their advances. He becomes quick aquantinces with the fallen angel as his inky figure blotches unto his shoulder. Forcing the priest to leverage away from the fallen Magdalene. It is a hiss of pressure that scowls through the son of creations jowls. Pulling back lips with a bloody mar. Neriah has joined, and she seems to court with the one of their own. Poor child. Taken and turned to black before baptism and salvation. Could they not see that his warnings were not of ill intentions? But rather to bring forth the salvation that everyone so desperatly needed. The world was dying. Ending befor etheir very eyes - and they were here to help.

They had not fractured their contract upon the border. So to understand why they had chosen to attack when he stood outside of their lining..Arishem could only conclude one thing. They were vile, evil things. Demons who boasted and cried in the face of an angry God sent to salve their sin. He is not sure what to focus on. The religion, the alse godhood, or the poison they seem to inject unto his skin. Their sin becomes his own. Greed, lust, anger - it all fuels the ravenous fires of hell with an uncut ease that should not come with such smoothness for a priest. He had always been better kept upon a tight leash. As he is pushed from the waters of a drowning seer (@Aidoneus) the feel of sharpened daggers pierce his unders with a pool of blood. Staunching the fray of attacks upon his head to ruffle amongst the feathers of retreating ravens within a cry of pain.

Neriah is a strong devout woman, and there is no doubt within his mind that she above all could handle herself in this mere moment. His quarrel was not with the fallen angels disciples - yet, with the man who called himself God before them. Arishem does not care of the others as they tear upon flesh and bone. Ripping cartilage from dead carcasses, they wage a war amongst themselves before they do anyone else. Yet - this is what they cannot understand. The righteous will prosper as where the fool will die. He feels the tug upon his locks, and seems to find a certain pleasure in the violence. An innate and guttural groan slipping past blood shot jowls as a sly smirk peels unto the carpal corners of the unholy's rosary. He allows Seneca to pull and prod upon his scalp as his accomplice joins to mount his hindquarters with an assailing attack. He does not know wheter or not to turn his back to the slum dog or to conceal his efforts and prose unto the inky darkness.

Arishems bottom hits the ground, and he allows it. Not within a manner to bow before the false God, but rather to give a sense of false confidence in this situation. While they may outnumber - Neriah and he held a much higher hand than what that of the devils hell hounds do. His cassock bundles beneath the force of Rielus - the fabric ripping with ease and pooling blood before his hind quarters. It is hot and violent all in one as the priest yanks himself from Seneca's grasps. Roots seperating from foundation as the white of his mane is pulled from his scalp. He does not care for the brown hellion - but rather focuses his energy all upon the tiger blazed nephilim. Coiling as a snake - Arishem attempts to swing his upper half around in an attempt to encase Seneca's face between his claws and pull. If not to grab him to atleast make a pretty lasting scar upon his features. He wants to bring him down. Pull him towards his frame and topple the trio on one another ina cluster fuck pile of which limb is which - but will settle for anything at this point. He knows deep down that today the victory may not be in there hands, but the priest refuses to back down without a fight. For The Fllowship. For his pride, for Neriah, but most of all for his selfish greed and desire to drink of the nectar of violence.

The Oasis has been marked on this day. Plastered with a titan sized red ex upon their dunes. Should the fall of man come in the days, this would b the place where death would reign. Their wickedness shall not prosper in the light of their soverign Lord.

Reference of Arishem's Attempt

Spar Stats
Hell vs. Heaven
@Aidoneus & @Seneca & @Alaric & @Drakon & @Rielus
vs.
@Arishem & @Neriah
for dominance
round ii of iii
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 13 + 1 + 10 + 16 + 20 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 8 + 14 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 4 + 20 + 9 + 18

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Wound Tracker
Slashes to Underbelly - by Aidoneus
Slashed Hindquarters - by Rielus & Aidoneus
Missing Pieces of Mane - by Seneca
Slight Punctures to Neck - by Seneca
Bruised Shoulder - by Seneca

despite all you have done

They are animals, blinded and detached from the Light. Doom would befall them as they slept in their beds of wrath, coiled in the company of sin, overcome with an eternity of pain and fire. Arishem could save them. Mordecai could save them. And yet here they swarm, like locusts to their livelihood, devouring Hope. Wolves upon lambs.

A man, a lost child of the Father, pummels against her side; forcing the woman to withdraw from her contact against the peach miscreant to face him. A banshee scream erupts from inky lips as the monster drags talons against her side, tearing fat-lined flesh, her throat a blood-curdling flurry of vocal retaliation. And another. He ensnares her snout with larger jaws, disarming her, containing her deathly scream beneath the clap of aimless tooth-gnashing.

A hunger for bloodshed begins to boil at her soul, spitting acid within her guts, contained only by the light of The Priest. She can feel him, his guttural roars like a pulsating lamp in the dark. She knows he will return here. She knows he will cleanse. Neriah scrambles, seeking to wriggle her way from beneath the devil’s gladiators. Faith will deliver her from this bloodshed, and He will purge the sickness. Tomorrow, not today.

@Arishem & Neriah
vs. @Aidoneus, @Seneca, @Alaric, @Drakon & @Rielus
Escape Attempts:

Rolling 1d10: 4

you are not beyond salvation

_{art by yumpy}

They descend around him like hounds, rallying to the cries of their sovereign rulers, and Seneca could not be more pleased. It doesn't matter which of them are here, only that they are, and that whatever hell has come to his doorstep will be quickly admonished and cast out. @Arishem rounds on him, his focus made obvious by the way he coils away from Rielus at his haunches, and sneer sprawls across his lips, gluttonous and greedy. That's right, I'm the one you want.

Strands of hair are spit from his jaws as he seeks to drive into the paler lion's grasp, the dip and propulsion of his skull meaning that Arishem's claws land somewhere in the bulk of his mane on either side of his neck, scratches to his flesh beneath ignored. He, in fact, accepts and uses the pull to his advantage, attempting to lunge aggressively into the priest's forefront and trying to sink his canines into the connecting muscle between the base of his neck and his chest. It is both an attempt to draw blood and shove the stranger into the dirt -- he has no qualms with going down, but he fully intends to make certain that Arishem is beneath him if he does, driven into the dirt where he belongs.


seneca, aidoneus, alaric, drakon, & rielus vs arishem & neriah
for dominance/don't fucking touch my wife
move two of three

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 17 + 16 + 11 + 2 + 6 + 3 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 8 + 5 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 16 + 19 + 4 + 8

*seneca has one extra hit die due to andal oasis pride tier 5

Seneca Miroslav

table by ferus, art by sleepykyju

Aidoneus, Seneca, Alaric, drakon, Rielus vs. Arishem, Neriah for dominance
— DEFAULT —

Due to @Seneca not posting in the allotted time, they have defaulted from the fight. The other participants can continue, and it is now @Alaric's turn.

More come, in droves, flies drawn to the sickly sweet honey that pours on the ground. Alaric draws blood with a satisfied grunt, the scream from the woman music to his ears. All the same it is a relief when it is cut short, a second attack to the bitch who dared bring trouble to their step.

Soon she is beginning for release, scrambling to escape. The wheat man could have held her down and made her beg for it (and a part of him wants to) but he recognizes that the other half of her has not given in. The monster still fights and so Alaric abandons his focus on the snivelling Neriah and turns towards Arishem.

As he is focused on Seneca Alaric hopes Arishem does not notice the change. The wheat beast seeks to approach from the side just as the man is twisting around, and with a snarl Alaric attempts to grasp one of his front legs (that are reaching for the kings face) between his bared teeth. It is an attempt to intercept, to stop him from maiming the Andal Lord, but he is not gentle with his force. He will attempt to bite hard and do whatever damage is possible in that moment.




aidoneus & alaric & @drako & @Rielus vs @Arishem & @Neriah
for not my friend you bitch
move two of three

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 9 + 8 + 14 + 2 + 3 + 13 + 11 + 10 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 14 + 10 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 20 + 1 + 11 + 16

*alaric has one extra hit die due to andal oasis pride tier 5

code by corvus

Jaws wrapped around @Neriah's muzzle as @Alaric pinned the woman down. But Drakon is quick to notice that Alaric has gone to help Seneca and he is fine with that as a large right paw would lift up from the ground and would attempt to slam into the side of her neck free to him. All the while, Drakon attempts to keep his jaws wrapped around her own as much as he could. No one came here and left unscathed. No one threatened a child of the Oasis and got away with it. The dragon was out, regardless of who these lions believed who they were fighting for, the dragon was out and he was drinking the blood that would pour from these two. And though he could feel her squirm, he wasn't done with her yet.

Drakon, Alaric, @Aidoneus & @Rielus vs. @Arishem & Neriah
Dominance/where you goin?
2 - 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 10 + 6 + 16 + 2 + 7 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 1 + 19 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 7 + 13 + 8 + 10