yearling, ranger level 2, +1 to hunt rolls

Twilight is upon them, the moonlight casting deeper shadows across the sands and water. It's quiet in the canopy, the birds stilling for the coming night; she's only aware because they don't pester her as she passes, content on their branches until the sun peeks across the horizon at dawn. Find she does that now is the most opportune time to seek a fresh meal, when the heat of spring lays low and only insects seem bothered by her meandering presence. Dark of pelt as she is, spots and saddle and face-mask melding her into the shadows, it seems the more sluggish of sleepy prey take little notice of her, including those that would otherwise spoil her affairs with a warning call.

Along the north-eastern beach does she tread this eve, nostrils twitching as she continuously scents the air. Mouth agape, she tastes as well, drawing in deep breaths in an attempt to ascertain the location of whatever could fill her yawning gut. Ursula is a hungry creature, constantly searching for her next mouthful, but what finds her attention most tonight she knows will require more claws to fell. A dilemma now faced, the deaf girl pauses where she stands on the edge of this tantalizing smell, considering her scant options. There are no tracks in the sand yet, so she consoles herself into believing that whatever it is, it won't be chased off just yet if she is to vocalize. But vocalizing in and of itself is a frightening thing to her, unpracticed and unfamiliar.

It's quiet, at first, a little rumble in her chest, but before long she finds an ounce enough of bravery and gives a proper summons, a haggard and ugly thing, louder even than she'd intended. It's swift and gone, a strange calamity that briefly crosses from one portion of the Lagoon to the next. Enough, though- it surely is enough. Her siblings, at the least, would recognize that it's her. And if the remaining lions of Scilla chose not to investigate such a strange sound, then they were stranger still than it.

code by corvus

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Age: 4 huntsman: nope

The horking of a tortured swan caught his attention. He wasn't sure whether it was lion or tortured swan but metaphorically, whatever? It was weird. Different. If it wasn't someone choking then it would be someone easy to strangle.

He approached, rolling his shoulders in preparation, all light and breezy in the night air - finding that his target is off the menu, he lashed his tail and rippled his lips in a silent growl. @Ursula was someone he liked. Usually. But. Not when he was hungry.

The scent of something else is little respite and not very tantalizing in comparison to the prospect of teasing Ursula for making weird noises. He aimed to walk or settle alongside her, more in the mood for conversation than whatever hunt she might want to direct. He'd always thought her completely mute. He wasn't sure whether this was better or not. He didn't like his assumptions being wrong.

yearling; no bonus

A strange call as it was, Echo knew exactly who summons as soon as the cacophonous roar reaches her ears. It brings a small smile to her face - as the call was not an urgent one and Echo suspects she has found a meal to share with her siblings.

Sweeping to her feet, Echo trots towards the call. There is a whimsy to her step today, finding herself in a favorable mood given the recent bleakness of the Bezra hoard's situation. The familiarity of a hunt with her sister was something to look forward to, even something she missed, and the cool twilight offered refuge from a blistering heat that Echo was still getting used to.

Yet, as she nears close enough to see @Ursula crouched beside a huge stranger (@Vermier), the smile fades from her face and her approach becomes much more cautious. She had yet to meet all the lions that lived in this pride, and she wondered what particular flavor of nasty this Scillan lion was. She nears the other side of her sister and greets her with a gentle nuzzle to the side of her flank, careful gaze lingering on Vermier for a moment longer "Hello." She introduces somewhat quietly; quiet in volume but her tone is sharp and pointed. Despite her best efforts to be polite with the lions, Echo's distrust is very obvious.

Gaping her mouth slightly to better taste the air she smells as well, trying to determine what it is Ursula had found.

table by koi

one year | no bonus

as yes, the nuances of pride life had not so easily escaped the dieudonne yearling -- and, given all that had been transpiring as of late, a hunt sounded like a good way to vent her frustrations and release the tensions that hung tightly across her bones. there was a cold, looming look to her gaze as cassine made her appearance, slipping easily amongst the frays of the group as a low rumble of greeting passed from between her lips. "hope everyone's hungry." her voice hummed lowly, eyes falling across the gathered faces with slow and deliberate intent. she needed, wanted, to sick her claws into something -- and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. it was only then that cassine would take pause, however, awaiting further instruction before moving onwards to seek out their unsuspecting prey.

+1 dice to hunt rolls
-1 dodge roll for prey
Counts as two lions in any hunt.
Dont forget to claim - Tier 1: +1 hit roll to pride hunts.

Submaster Ranger | 5 years old

What in the hell was that sound? With everything that had been happening she was quick to move at the sound of an unknown voice. She arrived to find that there was no stranger and she could only guess that the sound had come from @Ursula. She arrives and comes to @Echo's side and gives Ursula the closest thing to a proud look that she could. The yearling may not hear or speak but she was pulling her weight more than others in the pride. Amara gave her a nod to start the hunt as she wanted before looking to @Vermier and @Cassine. These yearlings weren't all bad, even one of the ones she had calmed and had fussed over it had arrived. They were learning. That was good.

code by corvus | art by BETHIA

one year, no bonus.
The yearling dieudonne was getting the better of life within the lagoon. For starters, he finally felt like he had found the beginning of who he was originally supposed to be if things had not transpired the way they had. The lion he was supposed to be had he not gotten separated from his parents and kept his distance because of uncertainty. Now, under the careful guidance of family and Amara, he felt like he was getting the hang of it. The word almost in neon lights -- TAKE. So when he stumbled across a group that was looking to make a decent hunt, he settled in close to his sister @Cassine an effort to support her first and foremost. He could do that, there was confident in that alone.

_{© LARS}

7 years, no bonus.
A steady walk into the lion's den as she found the pride mates she was inevitably looking for. Yellow and pink eyes scanning those that lingered here and catching entirely on her leader first before settling in among the masses. Looking to the lioness who sought to lead them to a victory and a nice meal. For it would be great to work with the pride and to see their strengths coincide and collide together on an outing such as this. A great moment of unity for the Lagoon as they would need to branch together in an effort to prove strong versus the enemies that were no doubt amassing their own armies.

table by sentinel / lion + beach

yearling, no bonus

Her sister has found something, and so she answers; not verbally, of course, for @Ursula would never hear it. The caterwaul of her cry is an interesting but unmistakable one. Perhaps someday, she will learn to make use of the voice she does have with more grace. The dappled yearling moves quietly through the brush, following the scent of her family and gathering pridemates; they are not difficult to find, gathered in the brush in preparation for a hunt. She sidles up alongside @Cassine's free side, crouching low in the brush as her tail sweeps slowly behind her, eager to see what Ursula has found.

yearling, no bonuses
@Ursula's call may have sounded strange to strangers... but it was comforting to Andy. It was another sign that at least two of their siblings had seemed to find a place in the Lagoon. Andromache herself wished to be part of this as well, but she'd done little so far except lurk in the shadows and try to make sense of his new life. Whatever conclusions she eventually came to herself, it seemed Ursula had supporters. Her black eyes fell on familiar figures already there, waiting to heed her sister's directions. Andy couldn't help the small, prideful smile she had on her pointed features as she would take a place just behind @Beelzebub and @Cassine, waiting for her moment to move. @Echo is already there, too, and even decided to speak up before the hunt begins. Andromache didn't know if it meant she was finding peace here or not, but she hoped so.

table by ferus

yearling // no buffs.

una would like it to be known (that is, not known at all because she is scared of what announcing it would mean) that she only responds to the call because it is ursa. because if her family call, she comes running. of course, she can't say for certain that she wouldn't have come had it been one of the many unnamed pridemates that called either — either way her sisters were sure to be involved. by factor of merely being the youngest sister she couldn't help but need to be part of everything they did, not so much believing they needed her help or her presence, but feeling unbearably left behind if she wasn't included. so of course she is here. of course she will always be here.

still, ursa's calls definitely needed some work. it was hard trying to explain to her what was wrong though, of course, because @Ursula couldn't hear a word of their suggestions. at least there was never any doubt in who was calling them.

with trepidation, she slipped amongst the group, pointed ears flattening nervously against her dark brown skull as bronze eyes flitted between the authoritarians of the group, skittering away most quickly from the star-spotted woman, not wishing to provoke her ire. there were a few unfamiliar faces though that caught una's attention — foremost, the male at her sister's side, whose scent sparked at a memory that she couldn't catch, was he important? another yearling stepped at the small, punishing one's side, but he was big and dark like she and her siblings, and una couldn't help but to eye @Mithros for a breath with curiosity; the last new face was simply that, though una couldn't resist striding beside @Andromache and tapping her ankle slightly, ears angling pointedly toward the pale woman, offering her black sister a small smile (look at @Maude, she's like us!) while they waited for some sort of direction.