Away from the sand of the oasis, away from her countless siblings and family members. away. hestia didn't mind being alone, in fact she thrived when she was by herself. she didn't bond with others and for good reason, the yearling wasn't an enjoyable creature. she was spiteful and mean and really the only thing she truly wanted to do was sink her claws and teeth into another. fighting victoria had been a start but even then, she had been so new to the whole realm of fighting that it was no wonder the chunky princess had managed to beat her, but barely. and if anyone knew anything about hestia it was that she was extremely competitive. she didn't need anyone being better at her then fighting, in fact she would fight herself into the ground if only to improve her own survival skills. she wanted to cause mayhem; it was what she sought after. the adrenaline junkie was searching for that high that she needed, but who would be a worthy opponent? at this point anyone would do.


Hestia vs. ?
Round 0/3
for Dominance


[barbarian/paladin exp]
+5 Complete a fight
+5 Win/Lose a fight
+5 Complete a fight

The satisfaction of besting both Tollaire siblings in combat had kept the Miroslav Princess happy for a little while now. Of course, Pallas's defeat had been a long time ago, but the triumphant feeling of overpowering Hestia had fed into her ego more than she could care to admit. It had, however, made her pay attention to the inky yearling and when Hestia stepped out of the pridelands, Victoria was quick to take note. There was, of course, the distinct curiosity that meant the Miroslav just had to know what was going on. But there was also the thought that Hestia did not appear to leave the Oasis often. She followed the slightly older girl out of the sandy Oasis and realised they were heading towards the centre of Amaryllis. She trailed behind, making sure to keep quiet so as not to alert the girl to her presence. But as the dark Tollaire entered the Pit, Victoria was only too happy for once to reveal her presence. A smirk sat firmly on her lips as she prowled on the edge of Hestia's battleground, before she found a flat rock to spectate from. For once, the Princess had no intention of throwing herself into the fray. She would watch instead - dark grey eyes narrowed towards the Tollaire girl and the smirk remained. Let's see what else you've got, Hestia.

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ooc: should she be doing this? nope. is she anyway? HELLYEAH. Since being pulled away from the fight at the challenge that saw Saga kill another lion, Cirilla had wanted to get stuck in and fight. But there was one problem: she had no one to fight. Her brothers were too good, too obedient, and she found that boring. Slipping away from the safety of the Cove, Cirilla made her way through the different neutral territories that surrounded her home. The Sigrún had become quite ept at escaping without being noticed: slinking away from the guards that her mother had hired was easy, and she'd done it that often, it was actually becoming a little boring. But regardless, the brown girl should be thankful - she was exploring, and that could say more than what her brothers were currently doing. When the child (because alas: that's all she is) found herself at the top of the pit, she slowed down to a halt. Cirilla had been here before, but today felt different. And it looked different too, especially since there was another lioness just there in the middle of the arena. Was she waiting to be beaten up? If that was the case... The brown pelted lioness moved away from the top of the Pit and she slunk away, moving down the well-trodden slope into the thick of the Pit. The ground was muddy and sodden with blood, and it smelt rich. A grin was plastered all over her lips at the thought of jumping into battle. Perhaps she was stupid, naive -- an idiot, even, but there was no one here stopping her. She didn't see @Victoria in the distance as the Princess settled on a rock that was positioned on the outskirt of the arena. The child was focused - rightly or wrongly - on her chosen opponent. 'Ey, you! She shouted, revealing her location to the older lion. Let's dance. Cirilla remarks and, without another word, begins to close the gap between her and the Tollaire. Admittedly, the ground was slippy, and she had to unsheathe her claws in a bit to find some traction against the mud. It felt like forever, but eventually the cub closed the gap between herself and @Hestia. With some gusto and determination, the girl attempted to lunge upwards to Hestia's throat, aiming to grab onto any sort of flesh that she could. Simultaneously, the girl attempted to shove her left shoulder into her chest, attempting to wind or bruise. (Another OOC: the size difference... LMAO. go easeh.) Cirilla vs. Hestia for Dominance 1 of 3 Hits: Rolling 2d20: 18 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 19 + 11 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 19 + 15 + 17 + 11 + 2

Hestia is optimistic that her opponent will be older, perhaps someone more experienced than herself so she could at least learn something here today. But when the scent of @Victoria carries on the wind, she cannot help but roll her eyes. So, she was following her now? Didn't the princess have other things to do? She steels a glance towards the girl, offering her a curt smirk before the ebony yearling would turn her attention instead towards a cub in the form of @Cirilla. Her voice immediately gets on her nerves as she shouts and ears lace back all the while. Turning her frame so she could properly face the younger cub Hestia would wait and it didn't take long before they made contact. Hestia tips her head upward to avoid the girl's gnashing teeth landing on her jugular but still they do manage to find purchase in the center of her lower neck as she lunges. The blow to her chest from Cirilla's shoulder is not as firm but still a small bruise begins to blossom. Without hesitation Hestia would snap downward with bared teeth in an attempt of grabbing the girl at the back of her head directly behind her ears. Simultaneously she brings her left forepaw upward as she attempts to rake her claws down the younger cub's neck in retaliation.

Hestia vs. @Cirilla
Round 1/3
for Dominance

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 4 + 11 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 11 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 3 + 19 + 4 + 12

a feisty little one, that daughter of hers. she lacks the calmness that all her other children has. but in there is an untapped ambition and a potential for success. ulla is happy that @Cirilla is so...fiery. if not just fiery than perhaps a bit bullheaded like herself. she followed her daughter out, vouching to stay in the shadows so the girl can explore on her own. it's only when cirilla starts a spar match with a yearling that ulla steps out. she notices the presence of an older teenager on the opposite end of the battle ring, who she doesn't acknowledge for now. while ulla is happy to see cirilla fight, both her mind and gut tells her that the yearling will far outmatch the girl by size and experience alone.

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She was bold, brash, hot-headed and fiery, but this was the only way that the girl would learn, especially if she made mistakes. The Sigrún had hoped that her mother would have stopped following her by now, but alas - this was not the case. The child would not notice @Úlla's appearance until after the fight had finished. Her tiny needle-like teeth do not find purchase on the intended target. Instead, they manage to find purchase in the centre of her lower neck. The feeling of flesh between her jaws is a new one, but one that she would eventually grow to enjoy as time pushed on. The girl was oblivious to the sort of damage she may have caused the yearling, especially when her left shoulder makes contact with the centre of @Hestia's chest. The thrill of success is short-lived, though. The older girl is much bigger and taller than the Sigrún child, and her teeth sunk firmly into the back of her head. With Hestia's teeth being much larger than Cirilla's, they are quick to make puncture wounds in the soft part of the tissue. This is the first time that the brown-pelted girl is to feel pain, real pain, and there is a mixture of a howl and a growl than forms in her throat. She resists the urge to pull away from her opponent, to surrender - because that would mean she had lost again, and that would disappoint her mom. That was not an option. Whilst the child wanted to be quick on her feet, she is not quick enough and Hestia's claws find grip on her neck, causing claw lacerations which would almost certainly scar due to the thinner tissue she had there. The feeling of fresh crimson blood running down her fur only fuelled her ambition. With Hestia's grip on the back of her head limiting her movement, Cirilla would attempt to lunge forward again and attempt to bite the girl's chest, aiming for her right shoulder where the lean muscle lies. Simultaneously, the girl would lift her right paw, unsheathe her claws, and attempt to punch and rake her claws down the left side of her chest. Cirilla vs. Hestia for Dominance Round 2 of 3 Hits: Rolling 2d20: 12 + 14 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 14 + 2 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 15 + 6 + 19 + 14 + 8

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▽ Finnulf was highly suspicious of his sister’s wanderings, so he had already decided to follow, but once he saw their mother also following – it put a wildness in his step to catch up so that he could watch if any good reprimand occurred. He roamed some during the trip, exploring, but once he caught up he brushed against his mother’s legs as he ran toward the yawning pit where his sister had squared up with a much larger and older opponent. For a moment, his piebald face was gaping in disbelief. Envy, mischievousness, and a whole lot of respect all swirled in his chest and he pounced into his next step to stand with chest out and tail up as close as he could get to the fight without getting sucked in. Was she bleeding? It looked like she was bleeding. Like, a lot. "GO CIRI! Don' give up!" He yelled, a wide and wicked smirk on his jaws. He looked back at Ulla, his nose wrinkling with his smile. "Hún á eftir að deyja." She’s going to die. He turned back to the fight and bent into a play-bow, watching with hungry reverence every moment of the mighty battle. Truth be told, if anything happened to his sister, he’d be the next one biting his way up this older girl’s tail.

Finnulf is observing.

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By this time Hestia has focused solely on her opponent, blocking out any and all other individuals that had gathered to watch their spar. Her move to grab the girl at the back of her head was successful and instinctively Hestia clamps down in order to grab hold of her and maintain that grasp. Her claws simultaneously slice down the girl's neck like a hot knife through butter; it was almost too easy. There was perhaps consequence to her attack in the form of Cirilla's own teeth snaking their way upon the right side of her chest. The needle-sharp teeth of the cub manage to break the skin there, the stinging sensation something that Hestia was accustomed to but altogether one that was a nuisance to the yearling. Cirilla's claws would also land upon her chest, raking down the pliable skin and causing mild lacerations, the wounds immediately oozing the second the skin is sliced. With her current hold on Cirilla's scruff Hestia attempts to launch backwards, hoping to drag the cub with her. Once her body is re-positioned her left forepaw would swat up and outward, claws unsheathed, in an attempt to slap the girl's muzzle, if only to loosen her grip.

Hestia vs. @Cirilla
for Dominance
Round 2/3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 5 + 3 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 12 + 19 + 14 + 1

Victoria was quickly learning that others flocked to a fight like scavengers on carrion - even if that fight happened to be just @Hestia flexing. When the dark yearling had caught her gaze and offered a curt smirk in return, Victoria felt almost as though they were on the same page. And then, the squeaky voice of a cub that Victoria vaguely recognised caused her brow to raise and a crow of laughter to bubble from her lips. Hestia was to prove her worth against a baby. Thankfully @Cirilla wasn't unaccompanied, though when silver eyes fell on @Ulla and @Finnulf she wondered what they thought of the odds. Even so, the young cub attacked fiercely and Hestia was forced to defend and retaliate - Victoria just couldn't help the chuckle of real amusement at seeing the fiesty Tollaire against such a diminutive opponent.

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her oldest soon joins her, screaming and cheering for cirilla. there is always a taste for blood in the sigrun, even as kids. and finnulf proves that to be true, alongside his sister. it's only emrik that has yet to show any kind of ambition and ulla's starting to wonder if has other goals in mind. but now is not the time to ponder over them when cirilla is in a fight with an older girl. we can see a death match later ulla says. now, your sister is simply testing her strength against that older girl. you keep your eyes on both and learn from them. her voice is stern, as she's making sure that finnulf has all the training and experience to become a great fighter. one day, one of them will take a pride. ulla will be sure of it.

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