5 yrs / no bonus /

Stalking among the lands of Firnen, Ismae decided it was time to put not just herself to work - but the members of the pride as well. With the words of war playing among their ears, and the safety of the Rainforest threatened, the Noble wanted to ensure everyone was provided for- and that meant making sure everyone had food and energy within their bodies.

The land was well known to her now, and she navigated through it as if she had mastered each crook in the ground. Still, her gaze observed the terrain and when she spotted footprints- excitement grew in her. Chuffing lowly, Ismae summoned any pride mates that were near, before taking forth in tracking the footprints and hoping to come across some game big enough to smooth over their appetites.

text. "She speaks." 'She thinks.'

Art & Table code by Zodiac

[OOC: 5 Y No bonus] @Ismae called and while she wasn't really built for hunting, Sangria came. She wasn't going to ask of the pride what she herself wasn't going to do. Stalking forward through the brush, the colossal arrived, tilting her skull towards the pale Noble before she would wait - it was her show.. after all. Sangria would simply provide the extra weight and muscle should it be needed. She also had her own agenda - to see what was going to happen - who was going to put their paws and claws to work. It wasn't something she ever remembered her father doing - he preferred to laze around and get fat and bark orders.. throw his weight around in other ways. She refused to be that type of leader.

code by koi

4 years // no bonus

once again, it takes her a bit to realize that the summons she hears is meant for her. on her own for so long, it’s easy to forget that this whole… pride thing… meant you had to chip in. wylodine, despite general appearances, wasn’t content to live on hand-outs; she didn’t mind helping, it just… took her a bit to realize that she had to help. weathered paws find the source easy enough, a plush-pelted lioness that she remembers vaguely from the meeting. also in attendance is the sovereign herself, big and broad as always. lean limbs bunch beneath her as she joins the two to make it a trio, arching her spine to help stretch out her gangly frame. marred gaze shifts, seeking out the shadowed bits of the forest — trying to find what ismae had in mind.

CODE BY LARS

4 years, no bonus.
In the quiet of the day she slunk forward in an effort to give her silence permanent. Eagerly side-stepping every now and then to get to where she needed to go on a path with much less crunch. Ultimately settling in several feet from her leader's right side, nodding her head in that direction in an effortless greeting before running her attention to the animal that they had stumbled upon. Or, rather, that had stumbled upon a den of hungry women. Surely between the four of them they could demolish what was set in front of them but not every hunt would be fruitful.

_{© LARS}

5 years, No trade bonuses

Though Odette was not familiar with the majority of the members within the rainforest she was doing her best to be a decent pridemate. Thankfully the dappled woman had done most of the hunting in her previous life so when the call came for them to gather she made her way through the treetops as swiftly as she could manage. Her tiny frame made it relatively easy for her to maneuver but by the time she did arrive there were plenty of other individuals gathered, most of which she didn't recognize. Quietly the wheat lioness drops down from the treetops, moving to take her place towards the back of their hunting party.

+5 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled system
+10 - Join another ranger's group hunt

ART BY IRISH, CODE BY LARS

she is late. but it is better than never showing up. the adjustment to the newness of her pride was coming something that would be lavish and loving to her blind frame. a combined effort to sustain life and keep their legacy alive. it had been awfully quite from the mire within the past few weeks - which left the gentry quite on edge. what were they planning, and if anything; how would they combat it? that didn't matter though. it only mattered within the times that bodies would gather in the foliage for their heart. though unseeing - she feels to rubble upon the grounds below. feeling the vibration in the winds of the world she slinks to wage in their numbers. a supporting role within the seams of a main cast.

3 years || No Trade Bonus