PRIDE HUNT
— THE PREY —

Rolled Prey: Medium — Wildebeest
Number of Prey Animals: 2
Prompt: Wind howls through the Summit, and with it comes snow. Lots, and lots of snow. A pair of wildebeest twins are desperate for some shelter, and come into the heights of the Summit in search of relief.
Results Will Be Rolled On: 8th December 2022

Only marked pride lions count. Please include your character's age and any trade bonuses at the top of their post. Failure to provide this info will result in your character not counting towards the hunt roll.

wildebeests have been a common food source for her when she was a rogue. now that there are two of them means she will have to be methodical about her hunt. since they're in pride territory, it means fernweh will have extra help. the last hunt was a success, so she prays that this one will succeed too. the food stock has been replenishing bit by bit, as fernweh hasn't been going out for a solo hunt quite as often. she is eager to finish this one, so she has settles herself between two snow-covered outcrops, allowing the backdrop to blend with her. the creatures are just a few feet away, fattened and healthy. she coils her muscles, licking her lip, and watches, waiting for the time to strike. 2 years; pride tier 2_{BG — ART — CODE}

"Speech." To say he was sour about his current living conditions was an understatement. The boy had yet to adjust to the cold life of the summit, spending most of his days and nights cooped up in the warmth and safety of the den Morrigan had given him. Today was one of the rare days that the wind was not howling as bad and snow wasn’t a constant downpour on the mountain.

The maroon boy chose today to go and explore for a bit, but even so, his maroon fur was quickly saturated by snow, making him look frosted instead of dappled. Bright green gaze would roam over his surroundings as he trudged through the snow. It wouldn’t take him long before he would stumble across two hooved beasts and he would stop, hunkering low with ears flicking forward and back. What the fuck were those?

Azanty would slink to the rocky outcropping where he could hide but still observe. They smelled like food, but he’d let someone else hunt these mighty creatures. He didn’t want to get stomped on. Stomach would growl at the idea of warm meat in his belly. He eas tired of frozen meals. The boy would shiver as he watched, slitted pupils focused on the wildebeest while his toes kneaded the cold stone beneath his paws- trying to stay warm.


—Azanty is observing the hunt from behind some rocks—

+5- use the landscape to your advantage

code by corvus

4 years, Pathfinder level 4

A pair of Wilderbest had gotten lost within the lands of the Summit, unfortunate for them but not so bad for the lions. With winter on it's full strength, any and all food chances were essential. And only fools ignored opportunities when they came. And as such, the white lioness was quick on her paws to hunt them down, a chance she couldn't let pass for any reason. Someone was already there, she had seen her around but lacked a name for them. Blue eyes fell over @Fernweh's lowered body, for then doing so herself. Using her white coat on her advantage, so she could blend well with the snow around. Waiting also for the time of the chase and hopefully bringing down both ungulate beasts.

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+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Take part in a successful hunt
+5 Use the terrain to your advantage(Using the snow to blend in for the hunt)

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2 years, no bonuses

Zahra was also interested in helping the pride thrive during not only the winter but all seasons. The lions that called these peaks their home had quickly become her family. A big one, bigger than any she have had. Of course her parents and siblings were her most loved ones, but now the whole Summit had joined them as family to her. The red lioness came quickly to the scene, where the two Wildebeest roamed without knowing where they had landed into.

Ears pinned as she took coverage near some rocks, she was read and easy to spot among the white snow, as such she used other ways to hide. And these rocks might work just well for that. It was time to shine.

code by koi // art // do not use without permission

3 years, no trade bonus

Those of the mountain pride converged on the wildebeest together, spreading out and taking tactical points for advantage. Multi-hued body awash in lavender and peaches maneuvered to hide the bright pastels from view of the beasts. Umbra tendrils danced like wicked shadows against the canvas, but rock and scrub gave hopefully enough cover to prevent the prey from being alerted of nearby predators. Long strands of hair flowed around the ink dipped face, exposing the two different colored eyes. Winter remained vicious up here, though he'd grown accustomed to the cold. Now laying low close to the ice slicked rocks he waited for the signal to rush their intended feast.

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8Y | No Bonuses

Two prey beasts were a delight to see. Unfortunate for them to have stumbled into pride lands where there were plenty of teeth and claws to bring them down. The giant found a suitable place to lie in and wait for the others to engage the wildebeest. He would serve them better as muscle to pull the prey into the snow as opposed to chasing it. He made sure the others could spot his position but remain hidden from the prey's view. These creatures must be cold to be here, which could aid in slowing them down if they were already freezing.

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- - - - six years, no trade bonus, pride tier two Travelling carefully through the now-melting snow, she could hear the fast rustling of beasts scouring the summits heights. Wandering the blistering chill of the mountainside likely in seek of shelter (or maybe food) but it would seem that the lions of Illyra would be seeking the latter among them. Coming close she would seek to stand beside @Eyvindr with a gracious smile, friendly and charming perhaps, and pulling her gaze to the wildebeest before them. They could do it given the sheer number of individuals that had come, based on scent alone. Illyria, she imagined, would never be short of numbers so long as Greyflood and/or Valour ruled.

table by cush

Age: 4 Bonus: Nope // absence returning post

There was too much snow for this summoning chuff to be anything but gravely important. Always one to follow the rules and please the leaders, the grey lion struggled out of their makeshift den and spent a hasty moment trying and failing to shake icicles from their tail tuft. At least their breath kept their whiskers clear. Toes spread but still unsteady, the thin lion approached the others. They were all intent on something. Parvati didn't know what, but they smelled dung rich with warm straw and chewed grass. The hint of large prey. Warm large prey. Parvati came to a halt in an unoccupied location, still standing and looking around with that sort of awkward confusion one had when being 80% sure they were in the right place.

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

seven years, no trade bonus, pride tier two Now this gathering was far more of an appearance than the last one had been, but since winter had released its chokehold on the mountain, she wasn't really surprised at the larger turnout. Morrigan was among the last to arrive it would seem but that suited her fine when she saw what their prey would be. The two wildebeest had chosen the wrong summit to seek shelter on and Morrigan relished the thought of the takedown. Bigger prey was really the only time she enjoyed the hunt, as it was truthfully the only time she was useful. Taking up a flaking position as waiting for her moment, Morrigan lingered near as she could to her wife without being in the way.

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