Mother called and she came, flanking the dark twin tailed woman as they approached the clearing. When mother rubbed up against the dark male she looked between them in confusion before remembering a conversation heard from the groggy waking of sleep. Oh yea! Silverlight giggled and attempted to weave her way between @Ransom's legs looking up at him in the same adoring fashion she did with any of her other brothers.

When the white lady approached, she would try to peek around her brother and grin charmingly up at @Alizabeth before looking to @Gawain with a expression that might be seen as goofy...tongue caught between her teeth in a 'blep'.

Silverlight

it seems her challenge for caladan opened a string of frenzy among the lions of amaryllis. now, it's the mire's turn for a challenger to step in. ulla doesn't know the current king beyond a name, but since his ascension, the mire has not made much of a noise. a probable ally in the future, should jafar win. at the same time, she is keen to learn more about the golden pelt challenger. perhaps he'd make a better ruler. or perhaps he won't. in the end of the day, ulla only needs strong allies and tolerable rulers. when she arrive, the battle has already begun and seems to be closing to the end. for now, ulla decides to stake out a lone spot and watch.

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This time the call was closer to Stygian Shore, where the disgraced Lesath soldier had been normally camping. He loped toward it, to the edge of the pride borders, where he scouted them out for some yards – simply listening and letting his senses develop a grip on what was going on within them. He also wanted to have a good path with which to exit. His rough features aligned in a serious deportment, Corinthian finally crossed over the border once he was certain there was no witness and stayed low to the ground. The territory was a marshland, so his fur immediately got drenched in mud which both masked his scent and interrupted the bright flash of his white form in the landscape. Using the wetland foliage to conceal himself, he navigated to the sounds of violence but kept his wits about him. Although he was calm on the surface, his heart was gripped with a certain anxiety as he remembered his own kingdom’s downfall. Tension wrought his muscles, his lips pulled back to taste the air. He fought with his senses not to overwhelm him with signals of danger and death, flashing his memory with the trauma of his past: nostrils flaring, good eye wide an blaring as he watched the fight unfold from his concealed spot yards back from any other lions. His ears leaned into the warm breeze to attempt to catch any conversation, or at least bits and pieces and he angled his blind side toward the base of a tree which would act as a barrier for any approaches. All the while, feeling like he was flirting with destruction and doing so willingly. Corinthian is hiding.

He was late to the party but arrived nonetheless. Drawn in by the commotion and of course the gathering of strangers mixed with the pride he had settled in. Though to be honest Liam care not who won this battle. His loyalty wasn’t pledged to Jafar. Though he wasn’t against helping the lion in times of need if it helped him in the long scheme of things. Finally arriving it took a seat near @Jewel and watched the fight. “So who is this other guy and who is who winning?” He asked curiously not just to the woman but to anyone in general.

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FORTUNE FORTUNE SMILING FATE
I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU MUCH OF LATE
NEED YOU NOW AND CANNOT WAIT
BUT WANNA LOOK, YOU'RE NOT AROUND

The initial call of the challenge cause a stark shift in his attention. It came out of the south east, and Aquila wondered for a moment if it was coming from the Rainforest or further- at the distance he heard it things were less clear save the intention of taking. And then more familar sounds and voices began to rise up in the air. He rose from his den, his injured leg groaning but holding his weight all the same. The Sovereign, not yet healed from his own fight, would obey his ally's call. Along the way, wondering if they'd have come to help if he'd needed that day he fought the Rainforest woman... Tullia. Her scent caught his full attention and he approached her from outside the Mire. "Tullia" He urged himself closer to @Tullia closer but walked past her a bit into the pride lands. His own pace here should have been slower given his own injuries but he would suffer the scolding from his cousin later to get to where he was needed. He'd pay for it later.

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The dark form of his mother appears at his side, @Jewel nudged against him in a show of familiarity, one that he has waited for all of his life. The giant leaned his great shoulder into the touch, ears twisted in her direction as she threatened the challenger.

@Alaric's response to Jewel was met with a growl by her dark son. He's about to deliver a scathing response when Jafar's arrival cuts him off and the battle begins.

Jafar's young son @Thrain catches the attention of the ghoul, the boy's mimicking prompted a curious expression from the noble, whom would rather the child took cover in his mother's den and not become another body to protect. But Ransom understood the need for encouragement at a young age, so nodded gravely to Thrain, as if he were a comrade.

@Maia's arrival was expected, though Ransom was surprised that she summoned Jafar's allies so early in the game. Ransom did not suppose those who had gathered were much of a threat yet, not many seemed to be in open support of the would be usurper. But then, had he cubs of his own to protect, he may too have called upon allies for a show of force.

Ransom gave little attention to the two males locked in battle, it was more important to watch the new faces that gathered at the Mire's borders to witness the event.

@Silverlight danced up between his paws and Ransom is at once both perturbed and yet touched by his younger sister's gesture. Though it would seem he was becoming laden with cubs when he ought to be battle ready.

One face is as familiar to him as his own, @Alizabeth's arrival was met with a welcoming grumble from deep within his throat. It was the first moment he let his guard down, choosing to twist his steady gaze from duty to deliver an affectionate press of his forehead to hers as she slid up against his shoulder. He can feel her tail snaking around his legs, his teeth flash briefly with longing. "Better, now that you're here." He murmurs, not caring who heard him play the simpering fool. He was ready for a brawl anyway.

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it would seem as though ambition ran rampant across these lands -- so much so that a repeat challenger now found himself upon the mire's doorstep. it would have been a flippant detail to voluspa if not for the circumstances that she had first laid eyes on the wheat-pelted brute, and the calamity that had quickly followed on his heels. because, with that in mind, this all become ever-so interesting.

arriving on scene upon slow and tempered steps, dark eyes would scan the sea of already-present faces, defenses settled naturally in place, before a familiar shape is found amongst the sidelines and garners her attention. "@Úlla," voluspa murmured quietly as she sought to approach, offering a simple greeting so that her aunt would know that she was not alone. "that is the same man who tried to take the hollows, not long ago." she added on, voicing dropping so that only the queen would be able to hear the words. it was an interesting enough fact on it's own, and was made more interesting by the fact that that had been what caused the climax of saga's first death match, and the ensuing spiral that had followed in its wake. opting not to say anything else just yet, however, the yearling would remain hovered idly at ulla's side, unable to shake the feeling that there was a chance for equal violence here, today.

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The fight was truly a difficult one but not anything he wasn't used to. He had fought Saga for this land and he would fight @Alaric for it. Win or lose, at least he had done so with his claws and had not backed away frrom the challenge. After all he had made a promise that he would do everything within his power to protect those that lived here, specifically Jewel and hers. Jewel had done her part to make sure the pride stayed strong while he had recovered after saving Maia so this was the least he could do. Alaric's right shoulder came smashing against the center of his chest, the beginnings of a severe bruise would begin its creation from now and the next few hours. Breath knocked out of him as his body felt as though it were ricocheting all over the place when really it was just his body reeling off of the blow. Alaric's teeth finding their purchase onto Jafar's right shoulder, leaving behind some moderate puncture wounds. The movement leaving Jafar to attempt to grab at the skin between his opponent's shoulder blades with his teeth. Jafar vs. Alaric for Ecrosia Mire Round 5 / 5 Hits: Rolling 8d20: 8 + 4 + 9 + 3 + 2 + 13 + 20 + 18 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 14 + 17 + 15 + 5 + 1 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 8 + 15 + 11 + 5

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Tullia Valour

MEDIC:
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She didn't have a clear knowledge of who each of the fighters was, not even knowing if she had ever seen them before or not. But the curiosity didn't stand a chance against her wish to offer medical assistance to both, to a medic there was no good or evil when it came to save lives. Of course there could be exceptions but most of the time she didn't mind. She sat there safely out of the borders, hopping that alone would keep her away from fights. Tail tense as she was hoping whoever was the owner of this pride would be victor, she could imagine fir those who lived here see their hone invaded like their was twice now. She didn't wish it for no one.

Within the chaos, she spotted @Aquila , her current patient. Who was out and about regardless of her recommendations to rest his leg. But she didn't want to scold him in public, that wasn't wise nor needed. Later she would remind him but for now she welcomed his approach. She would not feel as lonely.

"Welcome." She smiled. "Do you know any of the fighters? I am afraid I don't know." She during her hiding times had missed a lot of what was going on the world. A mistake she wished to revert.

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Alaric was persistent. Quietly, Violarum sort of hopes he loses again - just to see the look on the man’s face. How embarrassing that would be. He arrives with a familiar air of indifference, dragging his burly figure near the soggy borders of The Mire. Surely there was some good reason the wheat beast desired this land, it would not have been Vio’s first choice. Or second.

He pauses by the borders, finding a seat loosely within the crowd, glancing about at those gathered before settling in to observe. Interestingly, he catches sight of the bronze defender pivoting his hips to change angles, and the youth watches intently to see how it fares him.

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