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Dominic stalked the length of the Stygian Shore, his paws sinking slightly into the black sands with each measured step. The air was thick with the scent of salt and decay, the taste of the sea clinging to his tongue as he breathed in the atmosphere of this bleak coastline.

The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, their relentless motion mirrored by the steady beating of his heart as he moved silently along the water's edge. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon, the expanse of dark sand stretching out before him, seemingly devoid of life.

With each step, he took care to erase any trace of his passage, dragging his lush tail over the sand to cover his tracks. The wind picked up, whipping some of the black grains into the air, momentarily obscuring his vision; causing the beast to snort in annoyance. Pausing suddenly, Dominic lets the breeze die down as he studied the beach, noting the patterns in the sand, the way the dunes shifted slightly with the wind.

Surprisingly, there were bits of seaweed here and there, along the shore. Dominic took a moment to study it; some of it looking more dead than others. He stopped - thankfully he had his pouch with him today. Gathering a bit of it - the bit that still looked viable, he would nudge them into his pouch carefully.

Soon, he focused back on the hunt. What kind of prey could even be hunted here, in this eerie, forsaken place? Something elusive, perhaps — something that thrived in the shadows, just as he did. Dominic felt a strange kinship with this place; a shared understanding of what it meant to survive in a world that offered little mercy. His mind wanders back to reality as the wind carries with the prospect of something after all. A low call is made to anyone around who wanted to hunt.


+5 +10 - Collect herbs
+5 +10 - Study the flora of a neutral territory
+5 +10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

2 years | N/A
Prey Information:

Rolling hardprey 1d8: 6
Hippopotamus (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 14

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 12 + 9 + 14 + 4

The moment that she saw the hippopotamus she involuntarily coughed; anxiety creeping into her bones as she realized that this was a bit more than even she could chew. Even so as she was about to raise her voice to call she could hear someone else. Eyes drifted among the shores until she felt she saw something. That same joy from a few days ago drew into her, catching every little breath in her lungs as she drew upon that excitement.

Tessa wanted to find joy in the company of other lions again who didn't keep their distance from her specifically and on purpose. Wanting them to surround her and find joy and adrenaline in just the meager little hunting exercise.

So she set off, chuffing to @Dominic as she fell into line near him. Body pushing against the sandy ground until she got her "sand-legs" and fell into a steady rhythm. Chasing the hippopotamus that had certainly found the wrong territory to be in today.

three years | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 1 / 20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 3 + 12 + 4 + 9

+10 - Exercise to gain endurance
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

^{REFERENCE BY DRIFTY}

The ocean is something of an enigma. Flowing and ever-changing, it seems to be the opposite to the earth the Savante know so well, though it is certainly no less endless. Had the Mother created it too, she wonders? Surely she must have, but for what purpose, Kinga cannot say. Not yet, at least.

The gentle sounds of the lapping waves create a remarkably peaceful atmosphere for meditation - but today, it seems that peace had not been fated to last for long. A low call from upwind breaks the magpie's concentration, drawing her sapphire towards a distinct, pale-maned silhouette in the distance, standing tall against the blackened sand. It felt she ran into this man everywhere she went, now that she thinks about it.

Part of her suspects that there exists some sort of connection between them, if only because the tapestry of swirling dots that cloak his form exude familiarity. Not all of her kin chose to remain within the Hollow, after all.

"I beseech you your blessing, Mother. Grant us the gift of your strength to fell this mighty creature of water and mud. Allow us to inherit the power of life from its flesh." The girl whispers the prayer fervently under her breath as she draws closer to the precarious struggle, her pace steadily increasing until she was all but flying across the sand to nip at the hippo's feet. "We spill its blood in your name." Is it presumptuous to claim that @Dominic is driven by the same motivations as her? Perhaps.

It matters little to her when she knows that the strength of her own faith will see them through. Just as it had always seemed to see her through on her own journeys.

+20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (x2)
+10 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else (x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

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Yearling | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 2/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 5

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 9 + 1 + 8 + 13

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Sif wandered as always, exploring the coast in search of food and shelter, closer to Scilla. She knew it was only a matter of time before she finally made her return to where she was taken away from, and she wondered what Velasco and the rest of the Vermedan bastards were taking her so quickly retreat. She smiled under those cold eyes upon thinking such. She walked finding her way into the dark sands, a feature that always made this land stand out of the rest. As her massive paws drove her in, she spotted the group. Nodding to herself she went to help them out. 2y | Pathfinder +1 dice Hunting Party Total Hits: 2/20 Hunter Hit Roll: Rolling 3d20: 20 + 17 + 12 Hunter Luck Roll: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 1 + 17 + 15 + 8 x2 +10 Scout a neutral territory +10 Take part in a successful hunt +10 Scout a neutral territory

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She moved along the shore quietly, attempting to keep behind whatever large rocks or water logged tree trunks she could. Approaching with stealth was important, and so she would practice doing so with every approach to a hunt.

Ambushes were important, or so she'd begun to tell herself. As was keeping your scent hidden from possible prey. She'd decided to take a dip into the waters in hopes that the salty smell would mask her scent some.

The quarry in question was another hippo. Far from where it should be, the salty seas were perhaps too punishing, which would have hopefully kept it weakened. As the others began to chase, Vedette would erupt from her hiding place to assist in the chase, her teeth snapping for the creatures thick limbs, one paw swiping in hopes of staggering it.


+5 +10 - Practice covering your scent
+5 +10 - Practice speed or stealth
+5 +10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

2 years | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 5/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 15

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 7 + 8 + 11 + 9

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"Covy is not and cannot participate in the hunt. She is observing/ working on other tasks."

Long slender legs carried her along the shore, as she followed the fragrant scent of herbs. She had been scouting the shore out, both racing along the sands to test her mettle and speed- and looking for herbs. Sand skidded beneath her paws, and coated up her legs, sticking to her like a very icky paste. Her lungs heaved with the effort of taking in and exhaling enough oxygen during her run, and when she spotted a large group of lions in the distance, she came to a slower pace- remaining a fair bit away. Nose twitching, she tried to take in the various scents, and watched with interest as they attacked a hippo.

She had no interest in the hunt, and wasn't sure she trusted lions enough to even try to help so she stayed back- watching them work, as she walked along the sparse plants- studying the herbs before her. Her eyes landed on some dying out pigeon pea, and she paused near it, studying the plant before she picked some quickly- eyes studying the territory as she scouted the area for any threats and landmarks to make sure she remembered where she'd found it.

+10 scout a neutral territory (outlaw), +10 practice speed or strength (outlaw) +10 gather herb, [pigeon pea] (medic) [[double exp from dominic || October y12 || stygian shore ]]

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She had been dozing at the very edge of the shore. Safe from even the waves of high tide, enjoying the sun soaked black sand that blended so well with her belly and lower half.

But soon enough, after some time of rest. She is drawn forth from slumber by a sound other than the call of seabirds and the rhythmic crash of waves. A low call to the hunt. A summons sent from a voice somewhat familiar to her now. One who called hunts.

Rising from the sand her prayer was already softly upon black lips. 'Baransu no kami, sufudo~uan jinsokuna shi o atae, hantā no inochi o mamorimasu. Watashi no kari o tantō shite kudasai.' (Sufuduan, god of balance who bestows a quick death upon our prey and protects the hunter's life. Please watch over my hunt.)

Even as the words slipped as a private whish, a devoted murmur - from her jaws the young lioness was moving, heading towards the call to find a small hunting party gathered and the prey of the hour. A Hippo.

Chimra blinked, once, twice. Almost fascinated. She had no idea Hippos ventured down near salt water. She was today years old upon learning this. Silently the small huntress slipped closer, and closer, positioning herself for a strike while the creature was preoccupied with the other threats.
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(double Exp)
Cleric -
+10 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else

Ranger -
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey

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2yrs | No perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 6/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 11 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 14 + 15 + 20 + 19

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While Mirai was well experenced in hunting and tracking prey in the inner lands, grassland, desert, and rocky places - the shore was still largely 'new' as far as places she could practice her trade. Hunt.

And this was, to her, unexpectable. How could she truly earn and carry her title unless she worked on her hunting skills over all probable landscapes? No. She had to work more. Work harder. Be worthy of the 'Lead' title.

Now 'sand' she could track in. But 'wet sand' was special. Different. And the salt in the air changed things. It took a while to even find proper tracks in the soggy and hard packed grains.

A few seabird tracks she noted. But she could not hunt them properly yet, so just followed the winding tracks for a while as practice. However something was found that she COULD follow rather easily.

The creature had been so heavy that it left circular divits in the sand that seawater swiftly filled and turned into tiny puddles. Round with little marks for nails. Hippopotamus. She knew it.

Did they swim in the ocean as well as the waterholes and river? How curious.
Following the unmistakable trail she noted how the marks became, faster, farther apart. It was running. Looking up she noticed the hunt in the distance and grinned - slipping into a run as she sprinted to join in.

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(double Exp)
Ranger -
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey
+10 Study and track footprints
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
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2yrs | No perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 10/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 11

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 12 + 10 + 15 + 19

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The call of the hippo, frantic and angry was unmistakable. Kyra knew that animal was not an easy target and a dangerous opponent for a singular lion, but she watches as several others chase the escaping animal. Hm. She wouldn't mind a taste of it today as she jogs onto the open sand as she gets closer before breaking into a sprint. Claws fly out to carve at its thick hide, Kyra being careful to avoid any chomping of its jaws as it swings its head occasionally at them. These lands seemed plentiful and the ranger couldn't wait to see all that it had to offer them.

{ 4 years (+2) | none}
Hunting Party Total Hits: 13/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 9 + 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 17 + 5 + 3 + 18

+5 +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 +20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll)
**doubled due to Dominic's double exp**

i'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor
your morgue and final resting—


the oceans would thrust, churn, twisting in its volatility. violence surged all around, the scent of ocean-water prickling the skin of his nose as a salted breeze tucks against the length of his thick, golden fur. picking up speed, raizo would race a full lap around the territory, before finally coming to pause beside a massive boulder, biding his time in regaining his breath.

taking his time further to sharpen his talons, the dark basilisk would drag his nails over the harsh, granite surface, disturbing the sand beneath his feet, as he takes the moment to sharpen his claws. every curve of a gleaming claw would drum hungrily over the wretched boulder, sharpened over and over until they glistened in their obsidian smoothness. satisfied with their sharpness, raizo would then move away, just enough to see a familiar view from up ahead, the same image of a plum-hued male initiating yet aonther hunt.

as easy as breath, the golden beast would join them in their hunt, his massive paws devouring the earth below, the flex of his talons stretched outward as he aims to chase the prey into the ground and deliver a vicious bite. it is not hunger that drives the basilisk forward, but the need to feel the blood coat his mouth - the brutal sport of hunting, a delicious and beautiful allure as any, compelling him time and time again, like a siren's song.

3 years | none

Hunting Party Total Hits: 14/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 12

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 14 + 16 + 9 + 15

exp log
+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system