and the waters prevailed upon the earth...

yearling, no bonus       This had been one of the places she'd passed through on her search for Amaroq. There hadn't been any exploration beyond a checking for a signifying scent, but the oddity of such a body of water so land-locked was enough to bring her back. She was used to the wide-open sea, where land was but small pockets against the larger water. Here, the waves that surrounded the focal point were made of wind on grass. They were pretty, of course, but their lack of... danger, made them less so than the ocean's. Still, the desire to see more of what was here kept her wading through the slender plants until she arrived at the edge of the pool.       The closer she'd gotten, the more sparse the grass became. Until finally it was trampled to a mixture, of dirt, mud, and dung. Given this was the only apparent source of freshwater in a good radius, it made sense that it would be visited enough to create a right mess. Around her milled more creatures, prey and predator alike, than she had seen in... well, pretty much ever. The first year celebration not withstanding, of course. The only prey that had arrived to that event had been dead.       Though there was a veritable crowd, it was dispersed into groups of species and personal space, in that order. Those who were less powerful stuck closer to each other and staid further from those with more power. This meant that she was left alone as she crouched at the edge of the murky water to look for a drink. Nothing wanted to mess with her, and she didn't want to mess with them... yet. Once she'd had a sip from the clearest part of liquid she could find, she might feel more up to taking up a hunt. words. 305 tags. (these tags are in no particular order) @Léonie, @Abraham, @Helah ♔, @Myra, @Cerberus, @Marius, @Tanaz, @Shiva, @Opium, @Maia, @Ophelia notes. this is the first hunt thread for the mission to get the Full Pride award without a pride! please only post here if you've signed up beforehand. if you are interested in signing up for a future hunt thread, check out this plotter which explains everything: https://www.amaryllis-lions.com/showthre...?tid=12651 participants please also remember that we are going to follow whatever posting order is laid out in the first round, and we will be giving only 24 hours for replies before a character is skipped! after all the tagged characters have posted (or 24 hours after the last one has posted), i'll put this thread up for a hunt roll. good luck!! august y8 ≠ watering hole, celosia fields 1 year 6 months old ≠ rogue barbarian lvl 1 ≠ medic lvl 1 healthy ≠ wounded H6 ≠ D2 ≠ L5

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4 years, no bonuses

while she explored the lands, she took stock of those that she found. this particular land seemed to be a frequent water source for the many beasts of the land- lions included. as she wandered, she idly followed the trails left by some of the watering-holes larger frequenters, before veering off of that trail to follow another narrower trail. the only way that she could scout the territory in any effective sort of manner, she thought, would be to take all the trails that she could- to start to map out the land in her head.

in her mind at least, the scenery could be described as a large mass of water, some of it wallowed and muddied by various animals- but all the trails seemed to lead to the waters edge, where a drink could be had.

she could see some small creeks branch off, but in the heat of the summer... perhaps this watering hole would be the only fresh water for miles to drink. yet, she wasn't quite ready to quench her own thirst- just yet.

so, she walked and wandered, until a scent caught her interest- another lioness.

veering back on another trail, she would follow the scent- her eyes scouting ahead of her until she saw her. helah approached without care, and as she drew nearer, she spoke. "any of these beasts got your attention there, gorgeous?" helah would ask her, as she scanned the water herself, and finally leaned down to take a quick drink. while helah wasn't quick to offer herself to a hunt... who was she to deny a potential meal with a beautiful lady.

@Grit

potential xp (doubled): +10 for participating in a rolled hunt, +10 for scouting a neutral territory, +10 for explore a new territory and find something useful (clean water)

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6 years, no perks

The watering hole was a frequent haunt for her. Living near the ocean, one would think that she'd had enough with the water... but the ocean didn't provide drinkable water. And as it would seem, the watering hole was the meeting place for many different types of animals. A few ungulates hung about, lapping at the shallows as Shiva ducked behind the taller grasses behind them. Moving quietly through the grass on practiced paws, Shiva stalked towards the wildebeest. Allowing the grasses to gently tickle her face in the breeze, she watched them, allowing the wind to blow their scents right to her.

This was when she heard the voice of another, though, and perked up. A few yards away, two lionesses were gathered - both of them lapping at the water's edge.

Leaving the cover of the grasses, Shiva walked over towards the other two, bending at the water's edge for a drink. She noted from the reflection of the water, the two wildebeest left after she had come out of the grass. After a few much needed sips, she turned to them with still wet lips. "If either of you are preparing for a hunt, I wouldn't mind helping." And then, as if irony struck, Shiva's stomach growled.


Potential XP (Doubled)
assassin
+10 Practice stealth
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

barbarian
+10 Exercise to gain strength (running)

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2 years, no perks

It was such a difference coming down from Illyria mountain to the warmer lands below. Opium couldn't decide if she preferred one over the other. Granted, she liked seeing vegetation, trees, and other plants, and it was nice to finally be able to see some kind of hint of life out here. The colorful lioness stalked forward, barely disturbing the tall grass as she quietly entered the fields.

A shoot of something green caught her attention amidst the yellowing grass (likely from the heat of the season), and she paused to look it over. The plant didn't look familiar to her, so it might've been more in Archaic's field - had he been here, he might've educated her about it. Losing interest in the healing herb, Opium parted the grass and came to rest beneath a tree - which was in earshot to the conversing lionesses nearby.

Potential XP (doubled)
assassin
+10 Study the plant life of a neutral territory
+10 Spy on an individual exchange (maybe?)
+10 Practice speed or stealth
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

4 years, no bonus

The hound had been ensconced in a grouping of reeds by the watering hole for a while now, seeking shelter from the heat in the shade and the muddy banks, when the sound of voices caught his attention. Not terribly surprising really, that the droves of herbivores brought here by their need of water would attract a drove of predators of their own.

Cerberus quietly poked his muzzle out from between the yellowing stalks of the cattails, catching a glimpse of the group of women gathering nearby. Only snippets of their words reach his ears, the hound just far enough away that the sound of their voices floating through the air is more prominent than anything else, but he can see the movements of their lips. He surely wouldn't be able to parcel out a whole conversation this way, but he thinks he sees the shape of enough of the words he's looking for to confirm his theory about their presence. 'Hunt', being the most key word of them all.

Well, he supposes he'd be better off using what energy he had to aid their efforts and (hopefully) get a meal in return, then whatever he'd thought he'd accomplish over here. As pleasant as a nap had sounded to wait out the rest of the day's miserable heat...it just wasn't happening. With a quiet grunt, the hound shifted over to one side and then the other, grinding the mud beneath him into his dark fur to stifle his scent, and then slipped out from his hiding spot to greet the would-be hunters with a low chuff.

Cerberus is content to maintain some distance between them still, but he trusts that his intentions are clear enough. If they intend to accomplish something worthwhile, he will lend his claws. "On a day as warm as this one, it seems there's no shortage of options to choose from here." He drawled out, lavender eyes roaming in a seemingly leisurely manner over the herds scattered in and around the waters. "How daring do you wish to be?"

+10 Practice hiding your scent (Doubled)
+10 Practice reading lips (Doubled)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (Doubled)

SENTINEL

5 years, Lvl 5 Ranger (+1 to Hunt Rolls, -1 to Prey Dodge Rolls, +1 to everyone's Hunt Rolls, Counts as two lions, & Specializes in hunting buffalo)

The gilded huntress was no stranger to being out and about in heat like this, her short, pale-striped coat more than equipped to handle the discomfort that sun's rays so cruelly layered down upon the land. She has no intention of letting it stop her from chasing the thrill of the hunt once more, though perhaps, Myra has more than one reason to stop by the watering hole. It's one of the most likely places to find prey, yes, especially in this weather, but she also has to admit that a drink would be nice right about now.

But there are more benefits to be found than just that, she finds, in the form of a hunting party already beginning to form around the water's edge. Perfect. The more claws that were involved, the more likely it was that she would be able to return to the Mire with a hunk of something impressive.

Myra sidles up alongside @Grit, regarding the bulky youth out of the corner of her eye as she lowered her head to lap carefully at the muddied water. Pointed ears twitching at the conversation going on around her. A male with dark stripes mentions that are spoilt for choice with the amount of beasts gathered here, but that benefit comes with its own set of risks. "We'll need to plan this with care, lest we cause them all to stampede. I dare say the prairie has enough cracks in the ground as it is, hmmm?" She comments with a raised eyebrow, sweeping her blue gaze over those gathered meaningfully.

The message is clear enough. Don't mess this up.

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7 years, +1 to hunt rolls The stretch of western prairie has always been an ideal place to hunt, even for an unusual ranger such as himself, whose dark colossal frame stands out against the gentle wheat and yellow of the hills. It is his prowess and strength that lends him his skill, although he still stalks through the grasses with his skull level with his shoulder blades and mighty jaws agape as he tastes the dry air for a promising meal. Entwined with his choices of meals is the curious influx of fresh scents that imply the congregation of several predators, and his brows line in interest. The ranger angles towards them, following the coupled scents of predator and prey, and he arrives at the watering hole – the silhouettes of many feline gathering for, what he expects, is a hunt. “I daresay any attack would cause this lot to spook,” Marius arrives to hear the words of the golden woman, although his claret eyes move with interest over the others who had gathered as he reclines his haunches to a sit, a conversational pace away from them. His posture is unassuming and nonthreatening in an intentional way; drawing his dark mass into a smaller silhouette to keep their potential targets from recognizing any threat. But his claret eyes glint with conspiracy and calculation. “So we will need to make it count.” He adds agreeably, with a nod accompanying his words—he is doubtful a group of their size could manage a hunt in an area as densely populated as this without frightening off every ungulate and avian within a miles radius. So they would need to be successful their first try--and he was up for the challenge. potential exp +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2 exp event – ranger) +10 Follow the scent of prey (x2 exp event – ranger) +20 Discuss hunting needs with another (x2 exp event – ranger) +20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) / +10 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll) (x2 exp event – ranger)

2 years, no bonus

Her life had pivoted unexpectedly at some point in the recent season, to where she found herself a faithful shadow to a gilded warrioress she had dueled the year before. First, she had trailed her into the dim cast of a swamp, and now she inadvertently followed her paw steps to the gathering of hunters along a neutral landscape’s watering hole. It hadn’t been intentional at first: she had been out in an independent venture in search of physical or mental stimulation or any sort of productivity that bled meaning into her new life as a pride lioness. That was when she happened quite by coincidence onto Myra’s scent which led her to where she was now: approaching the gathering with a wary interest, head low between her shoulders and hazel eyes glittering.

She stalked forward to the waters edge, on the side of the palest of them gathered. Tanaz eyed the line of women who had gathered at the waters edge, then slid her calculated focus over their shoulders to the dark men who had not quite joined them, but clearly intended to aid in this budding venture. Myra had spoken of a plan; another had quipped after and the chestnut woman turned her eyes back to the women. “I’m in, for whatever it is.” She committed her aid without shouldering the burden of planning; but she knew herself to be capable in a hunt, even if she was no expert. She was quiet then, waiting for others to join or speak or lead. Anything was better than nothing.

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2 exp event -- Barbarian)

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HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Hard; Hippopotamus Calf
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 7 Adults, 1 Yearling, 1 Master Ranger, 1 Ranger Lv. 2; 14 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 8 + 1 = 27 (-1 Prey Dodge) (Buffalo Mastery)
Lion Hits: 12
Prey Dodges: 5 + 3 = 8 - 1 = 7

Lion Successful Hits: 5

LIONS HAVE WON!

dice were rolled in discord by @Sylvey. you can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

as a group gathers, helah finds herself fixated on the hippopotamus calf, and the delightful meal, such a tender young thing would render. she wonders, where it's mother is- whilst- helah isn't going to turn down such young and tender meat... she also does not fancy being made into a corpse. hippos were dangerous- territorial and aggressive, but to her- it appeared that this young one had strayed too far from home.

so as the group of lions would surge into an attack, and the creature was brought down- she would keep an ear out for its mother- just in case... but aside from that, she would revel in the kill and the resulting meal until it was time to take her leave.

at the point that she is done, she leaves the group and wanders off alone to continue her scouting of the territory- deciding to go really check out that watering hole- because surely, that needs to be checked out further.

-exit helah-

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