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He move through the overgrown thicket with quiet precision - with purpose, each step carefully placed to avoid the tangled roots and dense underbrush. With his hair, he knew it would easily get tangled here. He wasn't too keen on having to get burs from his pristine coat.

The hillside was a maze of fallen trees and thick vegetation, offering plenty of places for small prey to hide. He paused, sweeping his tail to cover his tracks, ensuring that his presence remained unnoticed by any potential quarry. His eyes flicked over the landscape, noting the nooks and crannies where birds and other creatures might be sheltering.

He tilted his head slightly, listening to the soft rustle of leaves, the distant flutter of wings. With a low, controlled call, Dominic invited others to join the hunt, his senses attuned to the subtle movements around him. Perhaps this would be the very last time they gathered.


+5 +10 - Practice covering your tracks
+5 +10 - Study the landscape of an area
+5 +10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

2 years | N/A
Prey Information:

Rolling hardprey 1d8: 3
Hippopotamus Calf (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 19

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 10 + 3 + 1 + 5

Although this place was new to the youth, the type of landscape itself was farmilar. Comfortable. She was litteraly sculpted by nature , made for stalking through thickets, forests, and jungles.

And the young cat was also hungry. Having to hunt all on her own was still new to Ashwin, but she knew the basics well. First came scrambling her scent so potential food wasn't tipped off by a shifting breeze.

Some nice freshly churned earth and small sprigs of the mint family made for a good 'rub' and after rolling around for a few moments the Budding huntress was satisfied.

Now it was time to see if she would be allowed to help - or if the lion would chase her away. Or try to turn her into a meal instead. 'Think lion-y thoughts' she reminded herself.


When she saw him Ashwin paused. He was huge! The youth swallowed. Try and be confident! "What did you find to hunt?" She said softly to the stranger (@Dominic ), scenting the air for clues - and finding a scent - a faintly farmilar one. The little tigress locked her gaze on a grey figure in the distance then made a soft sound in her chest to indicate prey was spotted!
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(Double Exp)
- Ranger -
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll)
+10 Practice concealing your scent

- Medic -
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
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1yr | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 1/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 4 + 5 + 19 + 17

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Shacking up in the thicket hadn’t been a bad idea, Peregrine figured. At least until things got sorted out properly, finding a decent place to carve out into their own territory, the sheltered woods provided the safety needed to get a good night's sleep. The call is from a voice familiar in a once-removed sort of way, so the black bird picks his ass up and wanders toward it, figuring if nothing else he can get a show - maybe he’ll score a free meal out of it.

Oh, it’s that guy. Peregrine’s grin is sharp as he approaches Dominic and then spies a little tiger - hey! A tiger! Where’s @Shrike to check this out? Penn chuffs softly, just in case his overgrown friend is around.

"Sup," he greets the pair quietly, shooting the massive purple lion a quick wink. His plans on getting a free meal is probably ruined, however; the prey isn’t something taken down by just the two of them. Even if he does help, the chances are slim. Even baby hippos bite fucking hard.

2 Years | No trade perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 4/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 15 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 3 + 13 + 7 + 14

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she had been tracking something significantly smaller. nose to the ground, out of practice and in search of an outlet, the rabbits' scent waxed and waned as she followed it - until she was interrupted by an unfamiliar call, quiet, urgent. familiar even though the voice was unknown.

excitement skipped in the little hybrid's chest as she immediately abandoned her solo search - knowing a call meant numbers, and numbers meant something bigger. she did not expect to see @Peregrine, though her eyes brightened at the sight of him, and she purred easily on the approach. then there was a young... tiger? she almost tripped, suddenly stopping as she blinked at @Ashwin, who looked teenagery and lanky in youth but distinctly more similar to leila than even elodie and her siblings. hadn't she been told tigers usually didn't want anything to do with lions? wasn't that the whole point of everything? and then she finally looked over to @Dominic, and stared dumbly at the white rosettes upon him, the thick fur and painted ivory, and felt herself go a little pale. she knew she had other relatives around amaryllis, through dragos - and he had told her to find them when she was ready, if she wanted to be a part of them. she wasn't sure if she did.

she swallowed, uneasy. "uhh... hey. um." great. very cool. the words were not there. she put herself firmly at peregrine's side, as though he could protect her from the big wide unknown of maybe-her-family-who-knows, and laughed a little nervously. "what are we hunting?" and, yeah, maybe she just signed peregrine up to actually help for once. she glanced sideways up to him, grinning apologetically - or was it more of a grimace?

2 yrs | no perks
hunting party total hits: 6/20

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 5 + 10

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 15 + 17 + 18 + 16

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Hmph. The she-wolf had rather hoped that the cold winds sweeping down the mountains would've thinned out some of the thicket's overbearing greenery. In reality, the labyrinth of briars and vines holds its shape remarkably well, even as the ferns begin to wilt and dry leaves snap off with the faintest brush of her dark coat.

It matters little, in the end. She's more than capable of cutting her own path through the verdant nonsense. Some of the tangled branches put a solid resistance when she shoves against them, sure, but they all succumb to her wiry strength sooner rather than later. Her prey will not escape her just by hiding in a bush.

The huntress leaps gracefully atop a fallen log, casting a cold eye over the peculiar collection of striped felines skulking in her path. And here she'd hoped she wouldn't have to share today. She still wouldn't, if they didn't prove themselves useful. Her nostrils flare with a quiet huff, her claws aggressively kneading at the bark beneath them, growing sharp in preparation for a challenge more worthwhile than wilted leaves and stubborn branches.

"Hippo." She hisses, if only to shut up the endless babble of questions spilling from the other hunters lips. Did these children really not recognize the round imprints in the soil? Did they not realize that the musky scent of the nearby bog was not where it should be?

Maybe she won't share with them after all.

+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: 7/19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 13 + 1

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 13 + 17 + 6 + 3

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She's hungry.

Of course, that's nothing new to her. Anyone who'd spent the greater part of their developmental years living the life of a scavenger was bound to be familiar with the gnawing ache gripping their too-tight stomachs. But there were days when the bite grew just a little bit sharper.

Sharp enough to push Nyoka past her natural distaste for crowds.

Not that she intends to join the hunting troop - don't be ridiculous! In fact, the girl has taken extensive measures to ensure that they wouldn't spot her shadowing them, rolling in the rankest-smelling patch of mulch she could find to mask her natural perfume. She'd even dug down to the decaying wetness underneath, smearing it over as much of her legs and face as could reach, hiding her distinctive freckles in a bland, generic blob of darkness.

It feels gross.

But if it keeps her hidden from the hunters while their quarry distracts them, she'll do her best to endure it. Only once the hunt was finished and the other felines left the carcass to rest in peace would she emerge from the tangled underbrush to fill her belly.

Such was the strategy of the scavenger.

~ Nyoka is attempting to remain hidden ~

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+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (x2)
+10 Practice hiding your scent (x2)
+10 Practice disguising your appearance (x2)

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He had been watching nearby, content to merely observe until a meal was taken down. Oh, but it was painfully obvious – even to the solitary hunter – that the lions' forces were lacking against such a large morsel. Lorant was considering turning on his heels in defeat when he caught sight of her: painted in shadow and ivory lace, growling this command or that. Suddenly, the leopard attempted to sidle up against her with a daring wink. See how he could provide!

Lorant studied their surroundings, noticing a particularly dense patch of the thicket up ahead. He snarled and attempted to steer their blubbery prey in its direction in an attempt to utilize it to further tangle their meal in its clutches.

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|| november y12 | ten years | FR creature | at thicket | @Viveka ||
10 years | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 8/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 5 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 9 + 13 + 18 + 6

+20 - Explore a territory and find something useful in it (double xp via Dominic)
+10 - Take part in a successful hunt (double xp via Dominic)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp via Dominic)

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

Oh wow, look at those guys, chasing down a hippo in the thicket. He'd managed to find the one sunspot in the place it felt like, and now he had a rest and a view. Okay, he probably should've gotten off his butt and gone to help, but that wasn't like him. He didn't feel like it. If they caught it, he could always take a nap and then go get some leftovers once they'd all gone. Did he deserve to do so, after not helping? Ha, nope! Did he care? Also nope. Better than letting it go to waste, right?

And so instead of lifting even a claw, he just watched the chaos unfold. Though, didn't that tiger look a little weird and vaguely familiar? Eh, probably just way too used to seeing Dmitri running around.

Oh wow, speaking of which, there he was!

+20 (Double EXP) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group
+10 (Double EXP) Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else

He didn't usually come hunt during the day, preferring to do so at night when they prey was typically less alert and he didn't have to run into a bunch of lions, but since he was out and about and heard the ruckus he supposed he ought to join in. Though he did pause as he approached because first, he spotted a form within the hunting party that looked similar to a cub he had met so long ago, the familiar striped pattern and conformation that was neither truly lion nor truly tiger. Perhaps one of Nicklebee's siblings, he mused. Secondly, he wanted to prepare himself before he threw himself into things.

Mother watch over us. Guide us on this hunt. Let us be successful in our time of need. Mother, let their claws strike true, he said softly, both praying for success and beseeching the mother to bless them. Only once he was done did he leap into the fray, harassing the hippo calf and refusing to allow it to veer off too far.

Seven years | N/A

Hunting Party Total Hits: 10/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 13 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 7 + 12 + 13 + 2 + 5

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Oh goodness, what was all that noise? Spiritus realized as soon as he started to approach that he should've figured it out before now, considering how he used to join in on hunts. Well, time to get back into the swing of things he supposed. He felt a little bit bad for the calf, he'd admit, but he was hungry and it wasn't like he was going to be able to convince all the others to stop going after it. It seemed like it would be better to go after an adult, who'd had a chance to live life for a while, than a child who hadn't and would only make their parent sad. But, he didn't dictate such things. It wasn't his place to say. Better to join in without complaint and have a full belly.

Eight years | N/A

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

Rolling 2d20: 1 + 17

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 2 + 4 + 17 + 13 + 10 + 6

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