Whopper followed the wall of mist as it receded before her. It had stolen her mane. Literally stole. The matted mess had finally soun off its healing neck and it flapped so tempting as the wind furrowed it around that she had to give chase. She followed as the mistake led her into Salt and suddey she saw no more mist except for the ocean before her. She knew this place from whence the typhoon monster had come. Once she'd been driven out. What now remained of the pride but an empty exists full of opportunities and longing. Struck with inspiration, gleaming and unquestionable, she heft her maw and heaved a claim call over the waves.

Walpurgis vs ?
SL
0 of 5

This thread is UNPAUSED please allow @Ragna to post first!

Given multiple claim threads being posted at nearly the same time, the staff team has decided to follow the posting order. Ragna posted prior to Ransom's reply to the claim by Walpurgis, only in a separate claim thread. This will be the standard moving forward should this happen again.

Like if she would let her home fall like that, she was going to fight for it. Her pregnancy was evident now not totally but there. But she didn't want her unborn children to be born rouges. She would claim her home for them, for her family. She marched to her home's center, eyes cold and daring. Letting a loud and fierce call, setting claim for Scilla Lagoon. This just couldn't fall in stranger's paws. Only Sigrun. Ears pinned, defensive stance and hackles rose. Lips pulled up to let her fangs free, ready to be used, she needed to take it easier than usual as she had cubs inside her but hopefully ithe other woman would mind that, but at this point seeing youth murderers around it was easy not to trust that this woman wouldnt. But when did life ever got easier? She was ready to reflect the intensity offered. In silence, she aimed to sneak up from behind, eyes narrowed as she planned her moves. She needed to get on top but still not risking her unborn. She would go for the attack and dodge.

And like that she rushed to attempt to slam her right shoulder against the rear of her foe, hopping to do so in the base of their tail. Her wish was to try knocking them. Hopping to use the surprise. Then she attempted to wrap both fore legs around Walpurgis’ lower back, around the hips with claws out. She would give the Sigrun one more chance to get their home back, but if not aleast she would go proud of atleast had tried.

Ragna vs. @Walpurgis
for SL
Round 1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 10 + 13 + 3 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 16 + 15 + 5 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 20 + 12 + 16 + 8

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That had not taken long. Their day was spent in a whirl as the mist overtook the entirety of the lagoon, eliminating their ability to see even a tail's length ahead of their faces. They had panicked, they had run, they had tried to organize and look for one another, and ultimately they left. It was just no time at all before a call rang out over their territory to claim it as theirs and Elixir's stomach dropped with dread. Whoever it was, it meant a change in her already unstable living situation and she was growing tired of such changes.

The shadowy cat slunk along the outskirts of the scene and made a break for what had once been her herb stores. She lunged an arm forward in a scooping-like motion to sweep the plants and poultices from where they had remained, eager to secure her months of work before someone could try and take them from her.

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|| september y7 | three years | rogue lioness | at scilla lagoon ||
+5 - Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (Ragna vs Walpurgis)
+5 - Clean out your herb stores

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She really shouldn’t be this far from Firnen but here she was. Out trying to find some real relief from the unbearable humidity of the rainforest. Coming to the cooler area of the coastline she found the scent of @Walpurgis and started to follow it in hopes of catching up with her. Though the mist that lingered here on the coast was acting like a wall and was hindering her following the trail of the maned lioness. Or so she thought as she came near the borders of the lagoon. Soon enough the wall of fog and mist gave way to the view of the sea. Stopping she closed her eyes and stood there feeling the cool breeze against her skin when the roar sounded. Eyes opening and ears perking up as she realized who it was and what was going on. As she sniffed around the lagoon she realized it had been - abandoned? That seemed odd but here they where. Or weren’t to be more to the point. Moving forward she crossed the line in the sand that was the borderline and came up to where the fighting had started. Shifting her weight she laid down to watch and be there to support her friend. “Go Wigglebutt!” She cheered as she crossed her paws in front of her and watched both ladies fighting.

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Haven't I given enough?
Always the fool with the slowest heart

"Saga Fraenka?" Hrefna called out as she walked, her pace picking up in frenzy by the moment. She had been lingering nearby in contemplation of a visit when she heard the claiming call ring out from the voice of a stranger. She turned without any further hesitation to try and press into their territory, not bothering to pause on the borders any longer. Whatever they said, she was family, and she thought that should make her allowed.

Hrefna rushed forward despite the heavy mist that hung around in the air. Rumors were being whispered everywhere about what that mist had done and which souls it had taken. There was nothing to say that it could not take Saga, too. By the time the hollows lioness approached, she could see a small gathering of lions–most of whom appeared to be strangers except for Ragna throwing herself at an opponent. Vellen help her, she prayed silently within her mind.

"Hello? Where is everyone?" She called out again, half-seeing gaze darting around in search of any other members of their family who could explain this.

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|| september y7 | two years | OH gentry | at scilla lagoon | pregnant ||
+10 - Learn something about pride/group/family relations (who rules SL)

Jafar had been pushing himself all the way from the west in an effort to get to the original caller's voice. Except, by the time he got here someone had already taken them up on the challenge. Simply not in the right place at the right time so it was not meant to be but it allowed him to sit and have a watch. Taking a position on the outskirts where he could observe their scuffling for the pride in tandem. Perfectly comfortable to play spectator as he pulled a rock close to him and began to scrape the claws on his right front paw across the face of it. Back and forth motions keeping himself busy. More an absent thing to do while he watched, seeing as he had healed from his last battle and was itching to do more in the future. Jafar kept the noise of it down to barely nothing as he did not wish to put unwanted attention onto himself. Or much of anyone attention. This would not be a bad place to lead and it certainly had its appeal. Once upon a time he had had the offer extended to him to live here and yet, he had chosen something entirely different. This place was nice but he couldn't help but think of the negatives first and foremost. The ocean was a tricky thing and could act up in an instant and wipe everything that it was away. It would likely be sunny a majority of the time so it could get quite hot even if you laid in the sun the entire day. But if these two women wanted it, then by all means -- have at it. +5 - Observe a fight (Walpurgis vs. Ragna) +5 - Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws) +5 - Study the landscape of an area

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It seemed Maua intended her to lead an unstable life. While her move to the Cove from the Brook at her year mark had been intentional, twice now she had been forced from her home by a force stronger than those who lived there. First the rockslide that forced them to leave the Cove, and now the mist had shoved them from the Lagoon. If only she had been older... she would've done what she could to keep the Lagoon from scattering. Cassandra had no idea where everyone had scattered off to, and hadn't even found Myrkvi in the chaos of the mist. For the first time in awhile, she felt truly and utterly alone as she carefully made her way back into the Lagoon to try to see who all was left hanging around. But a sudden roar would course through the air, unfamiliar in its sound. It was not someone she knew at all, and they were laying claim to her home. A lip lifted in a snarl as she started to make her way towards the source of the call. But then another call rang out - this one was familiar. It was Ragna, answering the call of the one who had originally tried to claim the lands.

Picking up her pace, Cassandra started to make her way more quickly to the source, intent on figuring out who it was that was trying to take their home from them. As she came upon the scene, she spotted quite a few lions gathered already on the scene - including one who seemed to vocally be in support of the one who sought to take land from the Sigrun. A low growl escaped the Valour as she narrowed her gaze at the heavily pregnant lioness who had spoken. Claws dug into the ground as she paced forward a few steps. She wanted so badly to help Ragna with this fight, drive out those who thought they could take land that belonged to the Sigrun. Her tail lashed back and forth with frustration that she was still too young to truly be of any help.

+10 - Observe a fight (Ragna vs Walpurgis) [Double Exp] 1/2
+10 - Observe a challenge and learn the results [Double Exp] 1/2

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She stood proud and strong, filled with a yearning she did not question. The echoes of her roar rumbled off the sand slopes. Far away across the waves it was slower to reflect. When it returned it was like distant thunder or an earthquake, a barely perceivable drone of dread. She narrowed her eyes to try to see through the fog. It promised hidden enemies but also wonders. Beautiful ladies who would flock to her. Fellow warriors who would praise her. Finally it would be HER HER HER taking her rightful place as best warrior and most fearsome of all kings.

The salt spray invigorated her, keeping senses alert. Her ears were back and her neck was scruffed, though thin with healing fur. Despite her readiness, the ocean roar hid footsteps well and her keen eyes could not peer far through the mists; unlike when she had fought the behemoth Aquila, she was taken unaware. She suddenly felt a punch to her butt and stumbled forward with a growl, planting one paw ahead of her and shifting her weight to twist around as best as she could. She attempted to flay one outstretched paw sideways across the ambushing Ragna's chest. Her crooked tail crumpled under her belly, squished between the collision of bodies. In addition to heavy bruising to the (admittedly unessential) (but still pretty) flesh of her butt, two sets of long, moderately deep lacerations stretched around the front of each hip. They bled into her thick fur. She didn't feel the heat of blood but she felt the pain. She hissed yowling, her parted maw uselessly only able to shield her throat for now.

Walpurgis vs @Ragna
Scilla Lagoon
1/5

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 11 + 19 + 13 + 1 + 4 + 14 + 5 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 2 + 13 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 3 + 11 + 15 + 4

it scares me half to death
The sound of war is what beckons him from his sandy grave. Pulling the fallen sun from the dunes of nothingness and pressing him further unto what is once a seldom cart for the devout. He has not been this far before, at least not inland. Icarus never dared to cross that sanctioned promise between border and pride lands - it was a simple meander of respect to those who dawdled amongst crowned kings and queens and while the lagoon is not all that familiar to him the stench of salty sea and woven smiles is. This is the place of Cassandra Valour. The woman he had met not many moons ago amongst the pillars of a charcoal landing, someone whom even after a simple interaction Icarus regarded as true and trustworthy. Yet - if this is her home...Where is she? Why do the women before them battle for their regiment amongst a throne she had so sparingly labeled as taken? It does not make sense to him. Even in the discomfort that observing the battle brings - for the only thoughts that would breed within the seer's mind now would be that of red hot danger signs blaring upon each of the sparring fae's bosom. Though - all he can do is watch....wait and spectate while seeking the face of the one whom he could dare call a friend and it is not long before sullen grey eyes catch wind of the growing woman courting amongst the sides of the lagoon. Visibliy is frustrated and eager to throw unto the fray. He decides not to fall unto her ways and instead aims to catch a beeline upon the fields to court @Hrefna's calling of uncertainty. "Here" She does not appear fully blind, but yet is confused within the fogginess of her sight. "Come. Icarus Peithos." With this he aims to press tightly against the aging woman's side - taking in the sent of obsidian and hot metal for a moment before settling within a safe distance with her. "What is your name?" - a thrash of violence whips the brute's head forth to observe the stout woman moving with vigor once more before turning back upon the matriarch. "Do you know of them? They fight for a crown I presumed was already claimed"

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+5 Observe a fight
+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds
+5 Learn information about a potential threat

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