She moved along the growth of the thicket, knowing that her pelt had her a bright spot in the otherwise drab colors. Still - though she was no huntress by trade, Kireena was hungry by design. So she made her way out to see if there was something to rummage - or perhaps someone more skilled than she to step in and lead on for a suitable meal.

The Firnen wouldn't call out - as that was just going to alert the prey they WOULD have choices of that they were suddenly on the menu. But still.. she moved, low and slow intending to keep her eyes peeled. Even if she did this alone - Kireena would bring something back to the pride.

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Age: 5 no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 15 + 6 + 16 + 10

ART BY VASILIA, CODE BY LARS

2 Year Old / No Bonus

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 10 + 17 + 12 + 3 + 5

Can I join? Her voice perks up as her body emerges from the nearby thicket. She is keeping herself low, her voice pitched down and quiet just in case there was something around that she might scare off. Her responsibilities right now might just be her and her father but the two of them needed food as much as a pride. And while small prey was an option- Dio couldn't deny the idea of a big, fresh, meal was appealing. One where she could take a small chunk back for her father too.

She just hoped Kireena wouldn't refuse. She did not seem like the type to want all the food for herself or her pride... but she did just save Dio from near death and might think it a poor idea the young girl joins. Maua please- She silently prays. Not often did she invoke her god for such selfish and small things... but how she craved.

code & art by me

i am the storm / and im coming for you

that woman again? faustine almost stopped in her tracks, but decided to keep going as she graced @Kireena a stiff smile. the older woman's presence annoyed her, yes, except a thrilling hunt outweighed the desire to leave. thus, faustine found her position within a crowd of bushes, flattening the lowest one as she sat on top. her body swept against every leaf and every standing tree no matter their size as to conceal scent. her heart pounded while she observed the surrounding, hoping to glean a movement not from the approaching lions. the last time she hunted was a failure, but hopefully this time it would be much different. she was hungry for both a meal and a success; faustine will not let herself down. [one year; no bonus]

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 14 + 4 + 16 + 19

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

2 years, no bonus

Eisa practically stumbled onto the group, and when she scented them- she veered towards them. She had been stalking through the shadows on her own, following the prey- and then she'd detected the scent of another. She hadn't intended to call out, and instead veered until she found a group. Silently, she moved to join them, no words needed from the female as she fell into a familiar hunting crouch and moved towards the group- taking a flank position as she glanced towards the female that seemed to be leading this hunt. Eisa waited, for the order- ready to chase, and take it down.

Hunt Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 11 + 17 + 18 + 6

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

at the end of the day, she was still a rogue. she was often reminded of her lack of stability when the moon sat highest in the sky and her stomach rumbled with a hunger that she felt in the very marrow of her bones. thankfully, the lions of the valley were proactive, and imogen suffered less than she had in the wilderness that surrounded the outside of the valley. she could scent prey hiding within the thicket and the gathering ahead proved that there were others who had as well.

she slides up to the hunting party with a soft sound of announcement, settling nearest the back. her gaze falls to @Kireena, the leader of their gathering, it seemed, and she gives her a tilt of her head in acknowledgement. and so, imogen waits the moment they will strike, noting the other gathered lioness'. she prayed this would be an easy, fruitful hunt.

3 years | no perks
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 4 + 5 + 9 + 14

CODE BY JAVS

4 yr, no bonus
(1/2) +10 Study the landscape of an area (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Practice hiding your scent (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
It was the scents of several lions that gains Arkyn's attention. He'd only ever really come across such a menagerie of smells whenever a hunt was afoot, his mind assuming this was no different. Colossal form moves in the direction the scents were coming from, intermingled with the smell of prey. His eyes would be on the lookout, and before he made his way fully to the hunting party he would stop to cover up his scent. Glancing around, he spots some thick brush and ferns, studying them whiule his mind decided those would be the best things to use.

Rubbing up along against them, the beast makes sure he is well coated in an earthy scent before starting off again. He soon makes it to the group, falling into place toward the back and awaiting for their prey to make itself known.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 8 + 10 + 11 + 9

comfortable in violence

art by wolfbea, table by ferus, modified by gunner
*do not use without permission!!*

Age: 4 Bonus: Nope

+10 (5x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 (5x2) Practice covering your tracks
+10(5x2) Study the landscape of an area

Others gathered and Toblerone drifted in thrall, delighted by the possibility of gossip among so many lionesses. Floofy ears perked as she entered sight, poised on a low half-buried branch. She looked at all the others and frowned only a tad. These ladies were mostly small and ugly, save for a blooded red one with a mane @Eisa who got a quick wink if she looked her way. Mostly, though, she decided this group was busy and serious and boring. Might get her some food though.

She scraped her heels with peeling, decaying bark to get her own fluff out from between her toes. She jumped heavily to another root cluster, this one spanning out from around a broken tree, and stretched her steps between the roots so as to break her trail of footprints. Throughout she looked around, using her vertical advantage to its full advantage. She wanted to see prey first, for bragging rights. The thicket was, as named, thick, but she saw the autumn withering the leaves and thinning the foliage. Some of the brush was unchanged. A challenge to winter's bite.

Hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 11 + 13 + 14 + 4

3 yr, Level 2 Pathfinder: +1 dice to hunt rolls, Level 3 Ranger: -1 dodge roll for prey
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 or +20 Take down easy, medium, hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)

It's the scent of prey that draws Leilani toward the growing group. It had been some time since she had joined others in a random hunt, and with the need to exercise and sharpen her ever changing hunting skills she thought this would be the best time as any. She flicks her head to the side, causing for lilac tendrils to shift and free up her eyesight on one side. Pink eyes take in all who is present, her tail tip twitching while her body began to move on instinct. She'd crouch lower to the ground in a hunter's crouch, ears twisting forward and her muscles tensing in her limbs. She was ready to pounce into action at any given moment, once their prey showed itself.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 13 + 12 + 2 + 10

art & code by corvus

A good day for hunting, it seemed. Rhaenys followed a little behind some lagging members, bringing up the rear with a silent nod to the hunt leader. There were more than enough lions here to cause a big issue for some unsuspecting antelope herd but hopefully there were thoughts on landing something a little bigger.

The woman falls into a crouch, her silken mane brushing against the floor of the thicket as she moved along. Damn thing, she would have to find something to tie up her loose ends once she was free to move along from this small excursion.

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

9 years / no bonus
hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 2 + 5 + 7 + 9

_{art by spu —code by daanyan}

3 years // no bonus

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else

There was something comforting about the denseness of the thicket. Perhaps it reminded the young man of his birthplace in the tunnels of Obsidian, how the sky was nearly blocked out in some part by the tangled mess of vines, roots, and trees; this security of natural walls around him. While he could not simply walk into the halls of the Hollow without invitation, the Hodari could find a quiet comfort here in the grove. He found it so comfortable, in fact, that the masked man had taken to a bit of silent meditation, allowing himself to simply sit and listen to the world around him. He wasn't always a spiritual lad, but the need for such centering had arisen more often these days.

Hero didn't know how long he had been sitting idle before he heard the stirring of nearby feet. Paws traversed the thick terrain in search of something, a few mumbled words undecipherable beyond the overgrowth. The Hodari decided to investigate, putting his quiet time on hold for the time being. As he made his way around the foliage, a small group of lions were congregating for something, likely a hunt. There wasn't a whole lot of familiarity among the group. He noted Toberlone from his childhood in the Hollow before icy gaze fell upon @Diomedeidae. It took a second to realize where he knew her from, remembering encountering her when he had nearly crossed into Summit territory after the fall of Obsidian. She didn't smell like Illyria anymore, though, at least not from where he stood as the Hodari silently slipped in among the group. Idle curiosity wondered on what happened to cause the change, but then again, nothing stays the same for long in Amaryllis.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 18 + 10 + 19 + 16 + 14

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