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The plum beast moved quietly along the bank, the stream’s gentle babble barely masking the rustle of his movements. The pond ahead was alive with the soft murmurs and rustling feathers of flamingos, their pink forms clustered tightly together, creating a sea of vibrant color against the water’s surface. Along the edges of the water, were rather large cattails that sprung up proudly. He wondered idly if they had any sort of medicinal properties. Approaching he'd gather some - he would have to ask Melusina later about them.

The air was thick with the scent of damp vegetation and the distant hum of life, but his focus remained on the flock. His gaze scanned the area, noting the natural cover provided by the low-hanging branches and tall reeds. Carefully, he let out a low call, inviting others to join the hunt. Every muscle was tense, ready to strike, but he hadn't yet noticed any potential prey outside of the flamingo themselves. While they could likely provide some sustenance, they may not be enough for a large group.


+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: 2
Giraffe Calf (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 4 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 16 + 4 + 19 + 18

His voice had become farmilar to her now. Farmilar and connected with meal opertunities if one put in the hard work - as call his was allways heard preceeding a hunt.

So she would set a course once again twaords his voice, whispering a prayer to her God of ballance as each stride carried her closer to the goal. It was a standard hunting location this time, feilds near a body of water.

Moving into a slow, lower set stalk she chuffed softly to announce her arrival and intention to assist. What had he found? Her crystal pink eyes scanned the dry grasses and wading pink birds.

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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: 2/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 5 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 8 + 11 + 19 + 20

code by corvus

The familiar roar once again pierced the tranquil ambiance, pulling Elara from her task. This time it was less startling, more a call to action than a disruption. She glanced down at the crumpled basil leaves in her pouch, realizing she had held onto them a bit too long. With a gentle sigh, she decided to scatter the wilted leaves back into the earth, planning to carefully select a few fresh leaves to replace them when she returned. Mindful of the coming colds, she resolved to harvest more sparingly until spring, aware that others might also be concerned about their health.

Responding to the roar, the tawny woman set off with quick, measured steps. The familiarity of the task eased her usual anxiety about large groups; perhaps the smaller number of responders or her early arrival contributed to her calm. She acknowledged the few present with a silent but warm nod as she approached. Her gaze then shifted towards the pond, where she doubted the flamboyant flock of flamingos were the intended targets of the hunt. Instead, her eyes settled on a lone giraffe calf, separated and vulnerable. A pang of sympathy struck her as she prepared to join the hunt. While it was unfortunate for the youngling, she could at least strive to ensure its end was swift and its distress minimized.

+5 +10 Clean out your herb stores
+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: 4/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 11

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 15 + 2 + 12 + 18

everything is better in california

code by loki

Nyaxia is on cloud nine. The amount of hunts she's found herself in lately is nothing short of incredible and by this point, she's beginning to recognize the other faces. Maybe she doesn't know names, but who needs them? She'll recognize these other lions for years to come, particularly the young man with the chewed face who seemed to be adept at leading all of these groups to success. Good for him. If he had been a woman, her sisters would have praised him for years to come; but unfortunately, he was damned to be a man. Poor thing.

The lioness slipped towards the group with a bounce in her stride, noticing @Elara with a wide grin. Nyaxia said nothing as she sneaked into the chaos, working her way to fight alongside her sister as women were destined to do.

4yrs | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 6/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 17 + 20

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 17 + 8 + 9 + 15

+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

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Rose liked the strange pink birds that congregated in the shallow pools. They were interesting, and she liked interesting things. She slowly meandered her way through them. Other than leaning away and squawking every now and then if she got too close they didn’t seem to pay her much mind. Oh to have that much confidence! A sound caught her off guard for a moment as a hunting call went out. Interested further she weaved her way through the endless pink flock to where a few others were hunched staring down a giraffe calf. This place seemed to have giraffes shoved into every inch of it didn’t it? Perhaps the lions ought to rethink if they were its main species after all. Hello friends, I’m here to help! she whispered in hushed raspy tones as she wiggled into a pouncing position, ready to join in as soon as everyone was ready. 2y | no perks Hunting party hits 9/20 Hunter hit dice Rolling 2d20: 15 + 13 Hunter luck dice Rolling 6d20: 17 + 2 + 12 + 8 + 7 + 5

code by Shazaki`

It felt like nowadays all he did if not skulk was hunt, hunt, hunt. Still, it's hard to be so miserable in the presence of such a spectacle – to say the least. His eyes scanned curiously over his surroundings; he could not say he had ever experienced such a sight before, nor could he explain it. Flamingoes. There had to be a countless amount of them swarming the pond, yet it seemed the group was not hunting a single one – even more to his shock.

Slowly, the boy pads up to join the gathering of lions, and his head dips in silence. He feels a quick pang of pity for the poor calf, yet it is soon washed away by a deep settled hunger. His eyes lock on the helpless creature as it desperately tries to navigate through the hivemind of birds. In this sort of terrain, hunting would prove to be a lot more difficult than he is used to. Shucks.

“ 3 | Lvl. 2 Ranger ( + 1 ) ”
Hunting Party Total Hits: 11 / 20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 14 + 4

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 14 + 3 + 12 + 5

+ 20 - Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) ( 1 / 2 )
+ 10 - Take part in a successful hunt ( 1 / 2 )
+ 10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system ( 1 / 2 )

The Rike huntress has little interest in the stink of flamingos. The birds' bright feathers are pretty enough, certainly, but it does little to disguise their awkward proportions and the insubstantial amount of meat sitting atop their ugly legs.

It's no different from putting lipstick on a pig.

A young giraffe, however? That's the sort of prey that's worth the time and effort. She stands up from where she'd been luxuriating across a flattish rock, her claws scraping ominously across the stone surface, minor imperfections chipping away to leave perfect weapons behind.

She spares a single moment for a quick stretch, and then she's off to join in the hunt, wiry muscles burning beneath the sudden strain she's putting on them, pushing her limbs faster and faster until she's all but flying over the browning grass.

Her body knows how to adapt to a challenge.

She wouldn't have survived this long if it didn't.

+10 Exercise to gain strength (x2 from Dominic)
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws) (x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

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6 Yrs | Submaster Ranger (+1 Hit, -1 Prey Dodge)
Hunting Party Total Hits: 13/19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 2 + 1

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 11 + 18 + 13 + 19

"SPEECH"

code by scorpixia♡︎

Damn it.

It had seemed like such a simple plan. Sneak in close, snatch away a flamingo, and then silently melt back into what shadows the tall grass could offer her. She'd even take the time to thoroughly rub her natural scent off by rolling through the sweet grass a couple miles back, on the off chance that the weird birds could still smell through their horribly deformed noses.

And now there was suddenly a whole mob to contend with. Seemed they'd caught wind of something a bit more substantial than a single flamingo. Good for them.

Nyoka has no intention of revealing herself to all these strangers.

She stays, all but trapped in her hiding place near the water's edge, violet gleaming with irritation as she watched the hunters gather together. Cautiously, she reaches out a paw to scoop up a bit of the mud beneath the shallow water, carefully dabbing it over her freckled cheeks.

She can't risk being recognized. Not when she knew the Mire wasn't all that far away. Who could say that her uncle's hunters weren't here now, hiding beneath the guise of normalcy?

~ Nyoka is attempting to remain hidden ~

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+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (x2)
+10 Study the landscape of an area (x2)
+10 Practice disguising your appearance (x2)

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Something was very out of place amongst the sea of pink that covered the pond. The giraffe calf stuck out like a sore paw as Rhett let his teal gaze linger over it hungrily. He’d been hunting a lot lately, but extra effort also meant extra energy burned. It was a double edged sword as the more he hunted the more he’d need to eat to sustain himself.

He was almost surprised as he saw someone running towards the calf. No time like the present he supposed. With a lurch of his muscles he too began running forwards, dodging feathers and feet as he went sending a squawking ruckus every which way as the flamingos scattered around him. He’d go in for one of the calf’s legs in an attempt to trip it up for someone to come in and make the kill.

5 YR | lvl 2 ranger +1 hit dice to hunts
Hunting party hits: 16/19
Hunter hit dice:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 2 + 19

Hunter luck dice:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 1 + 20 + 2

code by corvus & art by moogle

+10 (Double EXP) Slack off or shirk one's responsibilities
+10 (Double EXP) Refuse to help another character

A drink. He wanted. A bloody. Drink. And instead there was a whole commotion nearby, flamingos going every which way and getting their feathers in his mane (several even went galloping across his back in an effort to escape the hunters) while he tried to figure out what was going on through a riot of pink. Oh, of course, a hunt. What a surprise. Interesting to see them going after a giraffe calf instead of any of the stupid birds, but hey, that was on them. He certainly wasn't going to be lending a paw after they ruined the peace and quiet, so instead he sat on the bank of the pond, acting for all the world like he was just a massive blue flamingo without a beak and with some really weird flippers for feet while he watched. They seemed to be doing just fine without him anyway.