XVIII     the moon ☾

two years ; no bonus

the air was unnervingly crisp — as though the wintry tide of further provinces was creeping inwards. with the sun drawing closer to the horizon, and shadows scraped across the lurid sands, aidoneus stood along the borders. as the winds slipped across the oasis, carrying with it gossamer sheen of sand and musk, a familiar feeling began to stir. the scent of prey was drawn into her, filling the lungs with that greatly welcomed sense of excitement. it leapt and frolicked in the depths of her eyes. a rounding chuff shuffled from the huntress, her eyes turned towards the andal kingdom — with hope others would join her.

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Age: 6 y/o
Trade Bonus: N/A

Cold would soon settle over the desert when the sun disappeared. It was a place of extremes. It was the place that Iofiel knew and felt the ability to survive in. Leaders came and went, as he had more than enough experience with, but the desert remained. And with the desert he remained as well.

A call was sent up as Iofiel had thought to tuck into his den. His plans changed at the sound of that call. The large male turned away from his den in order to answer the call.

When he got there he gave a silent nod to the lioness. He didn't spot the prey right off but he didn't doubt that she had come across something. All there was for him to do now was stand as a silent sentry and wait for others to arrive.

Four years, no bonus

Do things, be useful, she had to keep reminding herself of that. She wasn't one to go for a rank, to be honest, because she didn't like putting herself in the spotlight like that. Better to go about things in the background, so that she could blame others for the things she did if it came down to it.

But, she still had to prove herself useful to the pride that she was in, especially since it wasn't Drakon and Hecuba running things. Funny how it was different in that when they were in charge she wanted to do these things, but when others were in charge she did them because she had to.

She joined the pair, raising an eyebrow as she approached, refraining from speaking just yet as she waited to see if their prey was nearby or not.

4 years, no bonus, pride tier 3

Seneca is glad when he hears Aidoneus call out. He is the sort who values ambition, and anyone who puts effort into their existence here; her willingness to take initiative pleases the stoic sovereign. Winter's chill is here, though more mild than most of the island, and they haven't been weighed down with snowfall -- though the winds are especially crisp during the night hours. He makes his way towards the gathering group with his skull slung low and ears hanging back along the fringes of his mane. Nearing the trio, he offers a casual jut of his jaw towards Iofiel and Arcania, making his way wordlessly to Aidoneus's hip and casting his gaze out across her shoulders, scanning for the source of the breeze on the wind.

table by sentinel / lion + cliffs

the chill of the winter draws genya out of her den. there are new fur coats lining her and the girls' dens. new trinkets that were brought into their rooms and little things that decorate the space thanks to the children. now, it's not necessarily just for the little ones that genya is out and about. the pride needs to fill their storage again. a winter storm is imminent and once it tears through the land, there'll be little opportunities to hunt. and so she joins her pride mates amongst the grounds, making a beeline towards her husband. i hope this one makes it she says, words cryptic and soft. her silver eyes gleam with amusement and excitement embroiled into one emotion, well-hidden by her composed self.

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1 year, no trade bonuses, Pride tier 3

Ivaan was more than ready to join in a second hunt, eager to help and do what he was able to contribute to the pride that had taken care of him after his mother's departure. A soft smile formed as in silence he approached the hunting party which included the king and queen themselves and a few he didnt know too well. Outgoing as he could be, the palomino yearling kneel as he aimed to hide by a bush, quiet and only willing to move upon being told to. He always respected the elder's say, seeing them as wise and who deserved all the respect in this world. He waited and just observed the adults.

- 6 years, no bonus -


Winter was his least favourite time of year. Alaric still bore a slight limp from the bite that had nearly taken his life, but he was tired of being holed up in his den. So with a grunt he pulled himself to his feet and emerged to answer the call.

There were many gathered - a good indication that they may be successful - and his gaze travelled over the many unfamiliar faces. It was long time to get to know more of his pride, and he made a mental note to do so after the hunt.

With no further ado he turned his focus to the female that had called them, curious if she had a plan for this hunt._{BG — ART — CODE}

Three years; no bonus

Amorette had stayed mostly in the shadows during her stay at the Oasis. She had met a face or two, but the lioness had kept mostly to herself. She had been dozing off in her den when a call pierced the air, rousing her. Rising to her paws and peering out into the crisp air, she observed the group gathering in the distance. A hunt. Perhaps it was time she made herself useful, give the others the impression she was interested in more than just a free meal. She approaches the group, giving a soft grunt to announce her presence as she settles behind everyone and waits for instructions.

1 year, no bonuses

fang's never really been on a hunt. sure, she's watched the adults - and she's asked hecuba questions. but she wants to actually help. so she waits and peers at those who assemble and when she feels confident enough, slinks out to join them. her eyes bounce from lion to lion and she nervously settles on the outskirts of the group, chewing on the inside of her cheek when she spots their sovereign amongst them. yikes what a first hunt to choose to join. gods help her not make a fool of herself.

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age 5, no bonus

Rielus's thick form had come to join those present in the pride to hunt for the betterment of a group of lions he wasn't all familiar with. Glacial eyes swung around those who had gathered, with recognition of the pride leaders being present at the cost of surprise. Nothing about his stone features had changed upon seeing the leaders. Instead of joining the faces he did know, Rielus had stuck to the outer edges. Hunting was not something he cared to do, nor took upon himself to partake in on a regular basis for pride support, but it was his intention to begin to show an air of importance around the desert that might attract some attention - positive attention, at that. With a nod of acknowledgement towards @Aidoneus as presumably the hunt leader, he would position himself among the outskirts of the ranks in preparation of playing whatever role he fit.