Age: 1 Year
Trade Bonus: N/A

A fight was to be had though not the one that this place typically saw. Still blood would be spilled nonetheless. Or at least that was Kasia's hope after she had followed the trail to this place of dust and rocks. Old blood stank upon the ground where the stains of previous fights remained. Why prey would wish to come here Kasia couldn't say for certain. But she couldn't be picky about it. One had to eat after all. And with the way this place was built it would seem the prey could be trapped easily enough.

Kasia was breathing deeply through her mouth, taking in the scents of many but picking out the freshest. It was still here or just recently passed through. At least that was what she gathered from her inspection of the scent and scuffed marks upon the stony seating area.

A call for food was sent up in case any other feline might be about in the area to join her in this endeavor. She was quick but her stature had her lacking in strength that those larger than her had. If it happened to be a large something then she would need the help.

+10 Successfully lead a hunt (less than 5 lions)
+5 Follow the scent of prey
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Age: 3 Bonus: Nope

Vermier skulked about the pit, waiting for its appeal to lure more victims. He needed to know the strength and will of the prides and the best way to learn that was by directly engaging them in combat. Under the guise of practice, naturally. He had ignored the smell of prey across the area - assuming it had blown in from above the rim - and given it no heed to his thoughts, their dark run steered by fantasies of consumptive lions. Until he heard a small voice calling for food. Strange place to hunt... curiosity brought his paws closer, his head lowered and his tail in a confident sway. She was small enough that he could certainly lug her body out. If her call didn't bring any other nosy helpers.

"Tracks. Blood. Of lion," he informed her. "War here. Dieudonne victoire. Smell?" he invited her, hefting his nose to the wind. He knew his grasp of English wasn't always clear though it wasn't his fault most lions were too stupid to understand without him holding their paw the entire way. "I memory." He smiled back at her, hoping she was impressed by his story. War stories were fun. "More blood here?" Maybe hers, maybe whatever prey he finally figured must have gotten trapped down here. It was too fresh and concentrated to be coming from above. @Kasia

( 3 years | Ranger lvl 2 | +1 dice to hunt rolls )

She shouldn’t, she wouldn’t oh but she would. The orange faced lady had arrived at the pits not to fight or go hunt but to look for a herb that grew there. However what she found was someone calling for a hunt. Making her way over she eyed both @Kasia and @Vermier. Her ears on alert as she just barely heard the male. His words hard to understand but she got the jest of it. “Warriors normally fight here yes, but if it is a hunt you seek I can try to help. Though might be better if I just help drive the prey rather than be a full on attacker.” She suggested as she pointed to her wounds on her shoulder with her eyes. Even so she had to still hunt. Had to still try maybe just maybe they had a chance for a successful hunt if the male would be willing to lean his strength to take down the prey. Unless he was one of those males who believed he should get to just watch the hunt and than eat first leaving only scraps behind in his wake for the females to fight over. Hopefully not.

+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Art & Table by Autumn!

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Age: 3 Bonus: Nope (trying to sneak some barb exp in too eheh)

Compared to the miniscule minx who had sent up the call, Vermier bore magnificent muscles which he subtly tensed and posed, trying to make himself seem even larger and more majestic. He kept his pose and puffed himself up even more with a smirk etching across his lips. More prey. An average sized female - the average-sized female @Arjana he had seen take a chunk out of some male's face at Manes' challenge. He didn't know or care about the story behind it. Violence was passion and passion was life; may as well ask why the winter blew cold, or clouds brought rain. But the exact maim reminded him of when his sister had taken a chunk out of a yearling's face when he had dared contradict her during a pride meeting. Females were proud and he could certainly appreciate a proud gazelle. Made a better trophy. He nodded at her in recognition, hoping she knew who he was. That he had caught her eye somehow.

"Warrior fight! My seester fight here, and I fight all Caximir for honor of Dieudonne! Blood still. Scar. Regard," he gestured to his shoulder and down his leg where he had been nearly blindsided by a squirmy little youth. "leetle lion, leetle teeth! No big lion beat!" It was only chance and a fluke that anyone could even touch him. He was the biggest, baddest dude there was. At least when he was trying to impress females. "You like fight also, yes? We fight after?" he gestured toward her right side, the caked wounds that hindered her. "No blood, we fight." Maybe he meant when they were healed, maybe he meant he'd go easy on her. But his eyes definitely shone with zeal and eagerness and a want to impress her, to make her worship him as he deserved.

( 3 years | Ranger lvl 2 | +1 dice to hunt rolls )

Getting low she stayed close to the others and focused on the land around them. She really wouldn’t have picked this land to hunt. Something might be here, but she wondered what it would be. What prey would come to such a dry and blood soaked place. It smelt of lion and had little in way of hiding. Still if the smaller lioness wished to hunt she would offer aid.

Yet it was the voice of the male that drew her attention away. He spoke in a way she couldn’t understand but she was able to make out enough. “You where at the pride challenge?” She questioned softly thinking that was where she had seen @Vermier ‘s face. Honestly she had no problems with him or his family. “Lion’s fight it is in our nature. We fight or die.” She said softly so not to scare away any lurking prey. Grey gaze scanned his scars and she couldn’t help but smile softly. “I am Arjana. Let me heal than we fight.” He hadn’t attack her and had been polite enough to ask. So she would be polite enough to counter his offer with one of her own.

+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Art & Table by Autumn!

one year | no perks

cassine had opted to trail a little further behind the figure of her uncle, watching @Vermier from a distance as she slowly neared the hunting party. she would have rather had one of her brothers or amara bring a meal to her a little later in the day, but she was starving, and deprivation did not look good on anyone — and so, she was forced to her paws dirty and do the work herself, albeit the fact that her time would be far better spent brooding and mulling over the complexities of their current family affairs.

such things were irrelevant, however, at least right now, in these moments. opting to ignore the chatter that her uncle was partaking in with the crimson woman, cassine would settle herself along his free side, the only thing indicative of her participation being the sharp tint to her gaze and the settling of her defences. hopefully, this would be done with quickly.

5 years | no perks

A shadow or a guiding light? Who knew but Amara wasn't far behind Cas as she decided to follow along with her uncle to what seemed to be a hunt. It felt odd. Would Cass get a meal that hadn't been provided by themselves? Would someone else drag a kill down for her to feast upon? After having been the sole reason the cubs lived when they first got to the tundra the feeling she was dealing with was an odd one. Still she came to Cas's side without any words, unlike her uncle who didn't seem like he wanted to hunt but chat up the lioness that had been attacked at the challenge. Golden eyes flick to the unknown one who called them, well?

code by corvus

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Blesbok (easy prey)
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 3 adults, 2 yearling (8 dice, +1 for lvl.2 Ranger = 9 dice)
Lion Hits: 5
Prey Dodges: 1

Lion Successful Hits: 4

LIONS HAVE WON!

dice were rolled in discord by @Squid. you can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

She was approached by a male talking of blood and war and victory. "More blood." She agreed easily enough. There was something there just waiting to be caught, she was certain of it. And then another female showed up to agree with the assessment of the male. There was a bit of banter back and forth between them but Kasia's focus had shifted on trying to seek out what had led her here in the first place.

A couple more lionesses joined in without a word spoken, one closer to her own age and another whom was older than herself. Words weren't needed for a hunt though and so she wasn't bothered by it.

"There." She finally spoke up when she picked out the brown pelt among the rocks. Without hesitation the yearling was able to spring lightly from narrow ledges as she made a beeline for the blesbok.

yawn -- hunts were rather boring, weren't they? cassine was not one for the idle chit-chat and pleasantries that most others liked to be involved in, and so remained silent on the sidelines, watching their soon-to-be meal with intense anticipation. at this point, however, it was not even anticipation for food, but the anticipation to sink her claws into something. to vent her frustrations and her sorrows upon something that could, frankly, do little to fight back. once the group moved towards the blesbok, slipping into an instinctive sort of unison, the yearling found that it fell easy beneath the weight of their wrath, tumbling to the earth, at the mercy (or lack thereof) of the hungry predators. eagerly did the parisian lick the blood from her lips, eyes flashing to the small group, as a low rumble escaped her throat. "delicieux." she murmured, a low croon, before tearing a piece from the carcass and indulging herself in the well-earned snack. exit.