He moved with calculated precision along the rocky shoreline, where the tide had receded to reveal a hidden world of tidepools nestled among charcoal-colored boulders. The air was thick with the scent of salt and brine, the rhythmic crash of distant waves providing a steady, hypnotic backdrop. Each step was measured as he navigated the uneven terrain, his paws leaving faint impressions on the wet sand.

Pausing near one of the larger pools, Dominic bent low to the ground, his gaze sharp as he studied the creatures that had been caught in the retreating tide. Small crabs scuttled across the sand, while shimmering fish darted in the shallow waters, trapped by the rocky barriers. There were a few bits of greenery that he wasn't familiar with either. He leaned in, sniffing it softly - it didn't look like seaweed. Almost looked like grapes? Brows furrowing, he'd gather the wet orbs and tuck them in his pouch.

Focusing back on the hunt, he let out a low, resonant call, inviting others to join him in the hunt, the sound carrying easily over the water. The shoreline held an array of possibilities, and Dominic was determined to make the most of them. As he surveyed the landscape, he felt a familiar thrill — the anticipation of the 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: 5
Giraffe (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 11

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 20 + 19 + 9 + 4

She loved the ocean. Many of her family members did. Her parents in particular had seemed fond of the places where the sea met land. And so Chimra had grown up often playing on sandy beaches and rocky shores. Even now she sought out such places when traveling new lands. New places such as this one.

The rocky pools fascinated her. Little watery lands with self contained worlds. The astral marked lioness was content to sit and watch one of these little worlds until the call went up causing her head to lift and her form to rise into a standing position.

Softly she murmured her hunters prayer, asking her god, Su'fu'duan, to bless the hunt she was about to venture forth on. To grant any prey found as painless an end as possible, and to bless her with success and a lack of serious injury.

With a stretch she jumped down from her former perch and wandered towards the summoning male, wondering what it was he might have spotted to hunt. Pink gaze slowly scanned the sand ahead of her noticing hoofprints sunk into patches of sands between pools.

Hoofs. She lowered her head to sniff lightly, working to identify the scent and shape. Her instincts said Giraffe. Although it was an odd place for one. And the size was small. A calf? Quietly she sought to draw close (but not TOO close) to the male. Nodding to @Dominic with a faint smile she would softly gesture her head towards the prints and say "Giraffe calf, I think." it would be hiding nearby, perhaps laying down to make less of a target of itself. She was willing to continue tracking if he wished, to flush it out.
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(double Exp)
Ranger -
+10 Study and track footprints
+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: 4/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 4

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 15 + 6 + 11 + 7

code by corvus

Simalarly to the smaller dark lioness who had come before her Mirai found herself tracking some ... odd tracks in the black water dampened sand. Tracks that led her down the shore to rock pools.

Honestly Mirai had no idea what to think of these little ponds at the edge of the sea. You could not drink them. And the little creatures inside were not worth trying to eat. Yet the caramel feline thought perhaps there was a certain entertainment appeal.

It was not often one could watch fish swim so clearly. Or the funny way the tiny not-spiders moved sideways. Sure she was a dedicated huntress. But one had to take a little time off once in a while...right?

Yet when she heard the low call to a hunt Mirai tossed aside leisure for focus. It was time to go back to work. Her gaze shifted to the sand between pools, working to figure out what might be worth hunting for.

Following both sound and large round tracks she found the other two gathered without much issue and chuffed softly to announce her arrival.

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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: 5/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 7 + 19

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 3 + 18 + 15 + 14

code by corvus

Finally, a big piece of prey to tackle. Kyra carefully avoids the tidepools, she wasn't in a particular mood to get her fur wet or coated with the uncomfortable grit of sand. The summon for a hunt has her trotting forward, a chuff slipping from her lips as she finds the rest of the group. There would be enough of them to help make this hunt easier. She lingers on the side, waiting for one of them to take charge, her tail curled around an ankle in anticipation. She was ready to feel the familiar hot, iron taste of blood upon her tongue.

{ 4 years (+2) | none}
Hunting Party Total Hits: 7/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 11 + 6

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 20 + 4 + 19 + 10

+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**

She was starting to believe that just following that painted lavender man around would do well for feeding her entire family forever. She'd paused in her exercises of swimming against the tides to turn toward what might prove to be a better use of her time. Exercise with a meal, and it had come to the shoreline once more. Pulling her soaking form from the waves she was paused long enough to do her usual routine of sharpening her protruding fangs and the claws of her webbed toes before moving toward the sounds. This time it was a giraffe, a new sort of challenge from what the same man had offered before, and she waited for a moment between the few that had already gathered, giving way to their experience before challenging the beast.

yearling, no trade perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 10/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 17

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 5 + 12 + 7 + 6

double xp from dominic
+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

coding by flea

The sleek leopard crouched low in the underbrush, his crimson eyes narrowing as he watched the group of lions prowling near the tidepools. The salty breeze carried their scent to him, a blend of power and hunger that made his muscles tense with anticipation. He knew these lions well; they were skilled hunters, formidable in their strength and unity. But the leopard, with his solitary cunning, had learned to use their strength to his advantage.

Lorant followed them at a distance, his pawsteps silent against the damp earth, each movement calculated. He waited, watching with sharp intensity as the lions began their ambush. His mouth watered at the thought of fresh meat. As the lions closed in on their prey, the leopard shifted closer, careful to remain hidden in the distant cliffside. He knew the moment would come when the lions, distracted by their feast, would leave an opening. When they did, he would strike swiftly, claiming his share before vanishing back into the shadows.

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|| november y12 | ten years | FR creature | at tidepools | HIDING ||
+20 - Remain undetected in a large thread (double xp via Dominic)
+10 - Infiltrate a group thread without getting caught (double xp via Dominic)
+10 - Follow someone through a territory (double xp via Dominic)

_{ART — CODE}

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


amaryllis is a pandora's box of wonder and awe. every new terrain would reveal its secrets, its unique charms. exercising, gaining his strength, raizo is finally getting used to his mortal body. his flesh feels warm, toned, laced in sweat as he surges forth; charging into a sprint over the pliant sands. after he does a lap around the shore, he comes to a pause, biding his time, regaining his breath.

taking his time to further sharpen his talons, the golden beast would drag his nails over the harsh, granite surface of a nearby boulder, disturbing the rubble beneath his feet, as he takes the moment to sharpen his claws. his claws would tap and slide viciously over the boulder, sharpened over and over until they glistened in their obsidian sleekness. satisfied with their new-forged sharpness, raizo would then move away, shifting his muscular figure towards the side.

up ahead, the scent of prey beckons,

the scent yet another hunting party looms before the golden-haired basilisk.

as easy as sin, the flaxen 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 close the distance between them, to cleave his talons into the giraffe's side. his jaws salivate readily, fangs gleaming over ink-stained lips as he snaps for the tender, meaty flesh; hoping to ravage those long, gangly muscles and tear beyond the flesh.

3 years | none

Hunting Party Total Hits: 12/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 6 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 10 + 1 + 19 + 3

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

Only this and nothing more

quoth the raven "Nevermore"

It's only natural that Kinga's paws should pull her back towards the sound of the sea. The ocean still represents a vast collection of unanswered questions, and she not going to give up on scooping out it's answers anytime soon. So far, however, she has learned far more about this rocky shoreline than she has about the boundless water's existence. She has learned that when the tide drops, it can reveal countless treasures and oddities behind. The pools left behind hide a plethora of fascinating sea life and complicated structures of brightly-colored...rocks? They seem unusually alive, but Kinga knows no other way to describe the coral she sees.

She also learns that there are plants that continue to survive amidst the rocks, despite the overabundance of salty water. Distinctive specimens bearing thick, spiky-edged leaves that she simply has to detach for further inspection. If she's correct in her guess, then aloe is quite a find - useful for all sorts of beauty tonics and fur softeners, she thinks.

When the sight of the towering giraffe breaks her concentration, she knows somehow that a certain lilac hunter won't be far behind. Carefully tucking her samples away, the magpie would creep closer, her ebony form flowing gracefully around the countless pools.

The bone marrow of a giraffe might could be an interesting addition to her tonics.

+10 Collect herbs (x2)
+10 Study the flora of a neutral territory (x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

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Yearling | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 14/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 10

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 5 + 20 + 9 + 7

code by corvus | image credit

She had always appreciated the shoreline as an ideal spot to collect aloe. There was something comforting about the salty breeze on her lips while she admired the horizon. Today, however, her attention was drawn to a different plant, one less familiar but intriguing with its clusters of pods and golden blossoms. As she crouched to examine it more closely, even reaching out to taste a leaf, a sudden roar interrupted her focus.

The unexpected sound drew her paws toward its source, curiosity replacing any initial wariness. She hesitated, unsure of the crowd that had gathered. Being among many was still a strange sensation for her, especially without a single familiar face to ease her discomfort. For a moment, she feared another conflict might be unfolding. However, as she approached and noticed the group's attention was fixed on a giraffe, her anxiety lessened. It was an unconventional choice for prey, but the number of lions present made it a feasible challenge. She'd prepare herself to participate, ready to assist in what she hoped would be a swift and effective hunt. Simultaneously, she kept her pouch accessible, prepared to offer aid should any injuries arise from their ambitious endeavor.

+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 old | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 15/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 4

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 1 + 10 + 9 + 3

everything is better in california

code by loki

TASKS (BEATNIK): 5xp 10xp - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2) - DOUBLE XP FROM DOMINIC.
TASKS (AMBASSADOR): 5xp 10xp - Observe and study a new scent (Obsidian Hollows) - DOUBLE XP FROM DOMINIC.
5xp 10xp - Observe and study a new scent (Wolfbron Bluffs) - DOUBLE XP FROM DOMINIC.

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Oh hell. Being a small and pretty little thing, she isn't exactly equipped for situations like this - beyond having the same fangs and claws as everyone else, that is. But even demure young ladies had an appetite, and it was about time she put her skills to the test. She wasn't an especially well-honed huntress, but Cora would have been loathe to let any of her girls get married off before making sure they could feed their husbands and children. So she knew what to do, she just preferred when others did it for her. But hunger gnawed at her, and the giraffe looked practically on the cusp on collapse anyway... So why not just sidle in towards the end and act as if she'd been here the entire time? Yes, that sounded like a good plan. There were a few bigger looking cats here - a couple with distinct scents attached to them, with the intriguing promise of prides and kingdoms to learn about. How exciting! With all the bluster required, a keen mimicry of the other hunters, Lucy hopped into the group and started swiping at the patchwork hide of the giraffe. Hunting quarry this big was intimidating, but needs must and all that.

[ 2 YEARS | N/A ]
Hunting Party Total Hits: 16/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 7 + 18 + 11 + 10