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(OOC NOTES: This RP is meant to primarily serve as the major showdown between the two Sons of the Night Master Jioni, over who will be heir.
This is an ORP but all posts need to be from onlookers, those who gather to watch, not those involving in the fight sequence or trying to carry conversation with Mwisho or Kiyama until after the fight is over. However onlookers they can talk to one another and yell or watch silently or whatever otherwise.
If you only desire to only do a single post for points, do not begin an interaction with someone else’s character unless they Also are wanting to single post for points so to not leave other rpers hanging.
in any format state at the top of your post if you are General RP or Single Post so that others know!! Very important!
This fight is a big deal in the Pride and will draw attention so don’t be afraid to enter more than one Nightplainer you have for prospecting.
Qualifying word count total entries can be exchanged for points once per user for this Semi-ORP, not exchanged one time for every character used, so if you use 3 lions it it still a single exchange for points not 3.
This can also be turned in as a rp for breeding time with qualifying wc as well! So don’t be shy to interact~
This thread will be open from when I say “open” in some format for posting and will close after a semi short period after the fight has been rolled to allow for players to finish up, so when the fight is rolled is player’s que to start wrapping up interactions.
Note: Ruriska and I have already talked about what will happen depending on the results of the rolls for the fight, enjoy!
There isn’t a date for ending because it depends on the flow.
One last thing, even if you quote someone when you post a response, please tag them in the discord in the tagging channel. If you need a discord link please reach out to anyone on staff, even our members can invite I think~
Nightplains Pride members list link (Note even if you haven’t entered your Nightplains Lion into the Pride upon winning yet, you can still participate)

Nightplains Territory info and current lore link)

Setting:

Night had settled completely over the Nightplains, leaving the pride’s encampment beneath a vast, cloudless sky. Here, atop the grassy plateaus overlooking the rocky canyons of the Outlands, there were few trees to interrupt the view. Stars stretched from horizon to horizon in countless numbers, brighter here than they seemed anywhere else, casting their pale light across dry grass, weathered stone, and the mouths of caves carved into the surrounding rock. The air had cooled from the day’s relentless heat, tho warmth still lingered in the stone beneath the paws.

At the center of the encampment lay a broad clearing, an open patch of hard-packed earth worn bare by countless paws, with lion bones placed in an articulate pattern around the outer edge serving as a boarder to this area. Caves and shallow rocky shelters surrounded it beyond the bones at uneven distances, serving as dens and resting places for the lions and strange assortment of creatures that called the Nightplains home. A structure built of the cleaned bones of lions, elephants and other annimals and flat wide stones overlooks it all, where the Pride’s ruling pair make their beds.

There was an uneasy stillness over the clearing tonight. This was a pride built upon strength, cunning, violence, and the simple understanding that anything worth possessing could be fought for. Challenges were no strange occurrence here. Food, caves, rank, and even authority could become prizes for those willing to prove themselves with tooth and claw.
But tonight the center of the encampment seemed larger somehow.

The Kings of the Past watched silently overhead as the open ground waited, empty and undisturbed. Around its edges, shadows gathered beneath the rocks and at the mouths of dens, leaving the middle exposed beneath the night sky.
Soon, blood would be spilled upon that dust and when it was finished, the Nightplains would know which path its future would take.

It wasn’t just any old fight, challenges and fights happen all the time within the pride. This was THE fight, the one everyone had been waiting for including the Night Master himself, Jioni, who from his death shrouded den heard his favored son’s war cry. The edges of Jioni’s gnarled maw curled upwards on one side into a grimacing smile, it was high time his offspring got this sorted and it should be nice to finally get away with possibly eating on one of them.
Just the thought made Jioni lick his his scarred muzzle with his cannibalistic tongue, in fact he lifted his broad head and then rose to his powerful paws and went to the entrance of his den, where below he could see his two sons mouth off at one another. He was visible as he watched like a looming shadow of destruction from his elevated viewpoint, this could prove to not only decide which of his sons is fittest to rule, but to be quite entertaining for not just their father, but the whole pride.



Mwisho was a huge lion much like his brother, the wonderful genetics of their father making for some definite effects on more than just color and attitude.
He smirked at his brother taunt, his ears pinned back into the deep of his dark blue mane and retorted back, his tone an even mixture of degrading, and condescending. “Brave enough?.. That is interesting coming from the one who had to be challenged. Come now brother, what chance do you really think you have of getting the better of me? I am Fathers favored son for a reason, it wasn’t decided at random.”
Mwisho shook his mane and then to a heavy and claw edged step forward, just one as dust curled about his paw and claws gouged the packed ground.
“It was because I am stronger. I am worthy and I will always be more fit to rule than you!”
Mwisho took another step, his muscled rolling under the eclipsed moon on his shoulder and his lethal stare unwavering upon his brother. The fur stayed bristled on his back from mane to tail which only made him look even bigger and through clenched fangs he snarled more words at his brother.
“You who would lead this Pride to it’s end. You who are poison to everything you touch.”
His words are as sharp as his claws as he speaks of his judgements upon his brother, their mother’s wit shining thru the sheer brutality of their father.
Brothers that, as tiny cubs once played and nursed alongside one another, now size one another up in an arena that only one to walk out of.
The loser will die unless they show themselves as a coward and run, but if they run they better run far far from here if they want to stay alive.



(Total word count: 641 including discord post)