she does not know what brings her here. she does not know what possesses her paws to come here. @Mordecai has made them a den, a home — he has come back from the mist to build their lives anew. rising from the ashes is long overdue but finally, finally their lives have aligned together. so why is she here instead of in the gardens? why is she here instead of in his garden? she has never been the most dutiful member of his flock ( but surely the most loyal ), but today is... different. her hands tremble, but not with fear. as if in a trance ( for once, not because of her flowers, though the petals threaded into her mane are fresh and new ) she meanders forward through a forest still slick with heavy rain. the land here still smells acidic and wrong, a sharp edge to the vegetation. remnants of the pride scattering storm still linger in the puddles she daintily steps over and the felled trees that seem to line her path. it should all be a warning that something is horribly amiss here, but instead it feels like a sign beckoning her forward. and then — firnen is mine. ransom's call shatters the fragile peace of this place, rumbling through her consciousness slowly. as if she was underwater, and he was calling from the shore. without even realizing it her paws divert, fluttering across the land until she stands before him — blinking owlishly at him, as if she has appeared from nothing. i am not sure, she says, eyes a little glossy at the edges but there is a strange seriousness to the delicate babe as she looks up at him. but i think you are wrong. this place was not meant for him. she is not sure if it was meant for her, either, but a voice inside her says maybe.. ( she is scared to listen to that voice, but she steps forward regardless. ) i'm sorry, she says, and sounds genuinely distressed. her face, too, is screwed up in real concern — both for him, and for her. a small shake of her head is given, as if trying to shake of the nerves that skitter up her spine, before she lunges forward. talitha caelinus is not a creature meant for violence but perhaps it is not her who is in control today. perhaps those petals, daintily threaded into her mane, obscure more of her vision than even she realizes. that would explain some things, surely. she does not think to dodge or juke the lion before her — instead, she intends to approach him straight on. her tufted ears slip into her mane without thinking as she leans her head down, hoping to make herself as small as possible, as if to ram him. she does not, but her front paws lunge forward regardless — attempting to scour each of his front forelegs with her own paws, claws unsheathed as she attempts to bring about physical pain for the first time in her life. there is just something about this forest.... for Firnen Rainforest Round 1 / 5 Hits: Rolling 2d20: 8 + 1 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 12 + 18 + 4 + 20 + 2 + 16 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 20 + 2 + 8 + 7 * dice fixed w permission, given by irish & squid bc im a dummy |
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Another day, another challenge. @Ransom's call for the Rainforest was less than expected, having not been aware of the pride being forced from their home so recently. The Hodari was curious all the same. While he expected to see the ebony lion fighting against Zoticus, the closer he got to the familiar rainforest, the more evident it appeared that the lands had been abandoned. The scents were completely washed out. This was not a challenge. It was a claim.
Hm, so who would take up the fight if anyone at all? Though Roan didn't know Ransom in the least, he remembered the male as someone who had supported Keir in his attempt to overthrow Alaric for the Mire. By the time the Hodari had made his way through the jungle, the fight was already at its beginning with a strange woman diving headfirst into the fray. Knowing nothing of the tiny female, Roan was inclined to support the male he assumed to be Keir's kin as the mauve lion found himself a seat somewhere out of the way. He did not purposely seek to hide amongst the trees, but he also did not make it a point to sit out in the open either. Just curious as to what had happened here and who would be the next Firnen ruler.
Oh how she hated things like this and getting someone to go for had been wonderful but she couldn't pass this up. The ability to see Zoticus fight and maybe even get in a few punches of her own would be worth it. She left the Bluffs with a call to the pride and headed toward the Rainforest. There was a pep in her step as she went until she got closer and Zoticus's scent didn't linger as it should. Disappointment set across her features quickly but she kept on. She arrived to see two unknown lions fighting it out and one known lion watching. Was she really this early to the challenge or did others not care? She moved toward @Roan but kept enough distance that it wouldn't seem like they were there together. Think he died? That would solve a lot of issues for them. Her golden gaze looked toward Roan as a smirk rolled over her features. If he did, pity I wasn't there to see it. That would have been a wonderful meal indeed. She kept her words vague so if others arrived they would be left guessing but she felt safe that Roan would figure it out based on their standing with each other surrounding the former leader here. |
Roan wasn't usually so early to a fight like this, but maybe he was just that eager to see Zoticus have to defend his title already. It was almost disappointing not to get to see the pink bastard fight for the Rainforest that had caused the mauve lion such strife. Frankly, it wasn't worth fighting over anymore, in Roan's opinion. He wasn't left to watch by himself for long, however, before @Amara ♔ came near with her own opinions. With no one else being around just yet, the Hodari wasn't opposed to sharing in her smirk. "One can hope," he chuckled quietly. It was unusual for a Hodari to wish death upon another lion, but it really would just make things easier if Zoticus just.... went away. The smirk on his lips widened just a smidge at the speckled woman's disappointment if she had missed the death of the pink lion. "Well, here's hoping you haven't missed the fun," Roan returned. He wasn't usually one for such banter, but with their shared dislike of the former Firnen ruler, the Hodari felt comfortable shooting the breeze as they watched the start of the fight.
"Know anything about either of them?" the masked man finally questioned something that might actually be helpful to them. He was only vaguely aware of Ransom, and knew absolutely nothing of the maned female. Maybe Amara had some insights she wouldn't mind sharing.
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Amara half expected Roan to climb up on his high and mighty horse but was pleasantly surprised as he joined her in his desire for their common foe to be dead. It would likely end things between them but given how things seemed to be shifting, that may have been on the horizon anyways. She raised a brow as he gave her back the possibility of Zoticus being alive and her mind started to play on things some. Time will tell. She doubted that if the pink lion was still alive that he would stay in the shadows long. Amara glanced toward Bee as she spoke. Amara was still unsettled anytime one of the sisters brought up their gods, even more so after finding out what the Sigurin do for theirs. She huffed slightly before answering @Roan. I don't know either of them. She admitted before looking toward her daughter. It seemed for the moment that they were in good company. She figures her lack of interest in hiding their chatter would clue Roan in that Amara trusted those with them now. Neither seem to have a scent from a pride either. Are you and your family still attached to these lands? She asked him as her focused flicked between the fight and him. A lot had happened but maybe deep down they wanted to get back to a Jungle type pride like they had been before coming here. Or maybe the memories were to much and the coldness of the caves suited them better. |
Astrid... He had to figure out if she was safe first. Conflicting alliances could wait, Magnus's war and issues could wait. It was nice though to be on this side of things, comfortable and secure no matter who was around. Unlike when he'd see Magnus with Zoticus... not knowing if he could trust the lion fully. Astrid... "I need to find three lions that resided here- a family. Astrid, striped and speckled wheat woman. Pandora. Their son. Have there been any signs of members?" He asked aloud to the group, narrowing his angry, worried, silver eyes past them and over the fight itself into the jungle behind.
