PRIDE HUNT
— THE PREY —

Rolled Prey: Hard; Hippopotamus
Number of Prey Animals: 1
Prompt: A hippopotamus has moved into a pool of water at the base of one of the Rainforest's many waterfalls.
Results Will Be Rolled On: 08 March 23 (EST)

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.

“Hey guuuys!” called the Huntress in a mostly amused voice, though there was a touch of concern that trailed behind like a shadow. “We’ve got another, uh … visitor. A toothy, delicious dinner.” Ilyena could’ve been quiet, but she’d encountered such prey before. There was no scaring away a hippopotamus from its chosen pool. She knew they’d have to lure it out — probably by provoking its wrath. So, yes, she was going to holler and make a ruckus and annoy it.

Positioned some several strides away from the water — to allow herself a running start should the beast charge her — the Darksidy lioness flipped a rock at the pool, cooing, “C’mon, big boy! Come to mama.”

9 years old
Level 2 Ranger: +1 dice to hunt rolls.
Pride Tier 1: +1 hit roll to pride hunts.
Perk: +1 dice for pride hunt rolls if they’re leading the hunting party.

+20 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)
+10 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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She was bold, relentless. Velimor had been patrolling nearby when her beckoning call diverted him from his original path, and swiftly took him in @Ilyena's direction. Such a loud call for a hunt meant only one thing: Whatever it was they were hunting, it was either unafraid of them, or too weak to run from them. Though the latter would have been more appealing, the former had become the truth of it, now that he ducked through the underbrush and saw the hippopotamus lounging happily in one of the Rainforest pools. The lioness, at the edge of the water, could be heard enticing (or enraging) the beast to come to her, her voice a blissful crooning above the thundering of the waterfall nearby.

Velimor came to sit beside her, a boyish brow quirking upward; his expression was far more stoic compared to the delight the lioness seemed to have at such a prospect. Quite a beast, he observed thoughtfully, his lips pressing into a thin line. Have you got something up your sleeve? Surely, she must have a well thought-out plan to tackle a beast so large. Or, perhaps, she truly were flying by the seat of her pants?

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8 years, no bonuses.
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

nine years, pride tier two

Oh so casually did he stroll towards the call from @Ilyena to a hunt. A prospect that he was not all that thrilled to do -- he never was -- but alas, as the King he had to make an appearance. If anything, it boosted morale and he had an opportunity to see who was making an effort and who was skirting by. Obviously there were individuals that he felt had it easier and were given a pass but most were not.

He was a bit early to the call as it was only his lead hunter and his new Gentry, to which he felt immense pride that @Velimor had shown up. Grateful that he was seeing his newest recruit shine and make something of himself, rather than waste away like a lot of those did. There had been too many lions to count that didn't even give a second to the well-being of Firnen and then claimed that they didn't like it. How can you decide it isn't for you if you don't attempt to integrate? Even Jafar, the antisocial recluse that hated social gatherings, knew that the only way to find comfort somewhere was by putting yourself out there.

So without hesitation, he pulled up alongside his newest recruit, offering a charming smile before his attention wavered to their lead.

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4 years, +1 to hunt rolls

well, shit.

he’s seen one of these creatures before but never so far away from the water. and truthfully, he'd never bothered to hunt one: there was no sense in tryin’ to wrestle somethin’ that had bigger teeth than he did. not when he could find somethin' else, somethin' easier. but it seems that thought never occurred to firnen’s hunters. so, hell, here they are. ears tilt forward, intent, as he arrives on the scene — watchin’ the fuzzy lioness start peltin’ the beastie with rocks. his grin, when it cracks his lips, is wry as he huffs a little laugh. an interestin’ strategy, sure, but they’d need a little more manpower to overcome the hippo. intent on maneuvering himself a little closer to the action, shiftin’ muscles tense as he waits, curious to see just how big this pride was — and just how brave the rest of ‘em were.

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2 years, no bonuses
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Practice hiding your scent

A female's lyrical chant alerted Dumah to the presence of a hunt. Her voice is unfamiliar – a too frequent occurrence. Unsurprising, given that he would not consider himself a social butterfly. However, personal discomfort and social preferences would need to be pushed aside if he were to survive his loneliness. The ashen lion shook out his fur as he picked his way through the rainforest. With the changing of the seasons, the plants are lush and keen to slow his progress.

Pollen flecked Dumah's coat as he approached the group, its pungent aroma hopefully masking his predatory scent. “Hello.” Dumah smiled warmly at the lioness, grateful that she is taking over proceedings. The male respected the feats a pride could achieve over an individual. An incline of the head to Jafar, and a curious study of the two new males. Ears flatten against his mane and his muscles tense as he stared at their quarry.

"A hippo, hmm?" Dumah's gaze swept each lion. "We could distract the beast, and try to tire it out." Its skin resembled an elephant's, and was presumably as tough, too. May we be blessed. He mouthed, lips moving soundlessly. Without his family, an unease gripped him whenever he wished to speak to his God in the company of non-believers.

you always have an

angel by your side

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Avana Hodari

5 years // Lv.2 Pathfinder // Pride tier 2

+5 Study a dangerous animal
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Take part in a successful hunt

@Ilyena's call wasn't exactly the usual hunt summons the strawberry lass was accustomed to, but all the same, Avana dutifully followed the huntress's voice. With the elephant successfully nabbed not too long ago, the Hodari was pretty much convinced that the lions of Firnen could take on anything at this point. There were certainly enough of them, and seemingly ever growing. The pathfinder was curious, though, why the lead huntress would be so loud about a hunt. Usually one wanted to be quiet in order not to scare off their target. Hm....

By the time Avana found the source, there were only a few men who had joined the call. Once the medic's mismatched gaze landed on their intended prey, though, she was thankful to have the males present, only hopeful that more would show soon because this was going to take everyone just like the elephant. Hippos were no joke. Even if they lacked the tusks of the elephants, and even the mammoth for that matter, they were still dangerous. For now, the creature seemed content in its little pool of water, basking in the flow of the waterfall. When it opened its mouth, however, those huge teeth were a sight to behold. It was amazing to know that hippos were actually herbivores, and yet, they could still do massive damage to the carnivores of the land. It's jaw was massive, opening wide enough to easily snatch up an adult lion by the midsection if it desired to do so. Avana was almost nervous to watch Ilyena seem to bait the beast to come out, but she knew they stood no chance of hunting it at all if it stayed in the water. Its stubby legs were less suited for dry land, but in the water, the lions would be sitting ducks.

The maned woman glanced over to the rest of the hunting party as she filed in alongside the latest to arrive. Taking note of the handsome new faces among them, Avana looked to @Dumah when he suggested they try to distract and tire out the beast. While it wasn't a bad idea, she sincerely hoped more lions would arrive if they decided to go down that route. This wouldn't be anything quick, after all. Ultimately, her attention would go to Ilyena being that she was the lead huntress. She'd know the best way to tackle this animal.

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8 years // no bonus // pride tier 2

Another day, another hunt, but like so many others, Roan was curious as to why the lead huntress was being so boisterous about calling them together. It didn't take long to figure that out, though, for the moment he found the hunting party, he also found the source of Ilyena's excitement. A hippo? He supposed it wasn't the strangest thing to wander into Firnen, nor would it be the last thing to find an untimely end. At least, he hoped it would, that they could be successful once more in such a grand hunt. A few of the pride males had already started gathering with his sister in to as well. Good, so they at least had some adequate muscle and hunting experience between them all, but the Hodari wouldn't lie and say this was enough. Like the elephant, the nobleman felt more bodies were needed to lessen the chance of injury. Coming up alongside his sister, though, Roan offered a quick bump to her shoulder before simply waiting for any further direction.

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1 year // no bonus // pride tier 2

Well, this was it. His first pride hunt. Though the boy couldn't recall anyone in Obsidian being so noisy when they called a hunt, Hero didn't think much of it. There hadn't been much conversation spared during the mammoth hunt for the Hodari to get much of an idea on how things usually went. All the masked boy could really think about was being faced with his parents, having not seen either of them since joining Firnen. Hero wanted to be useful, though, so shying away from a simple pride hunt was not an option. He needed something to do to make this the right decision for himself, and would just need to suck it up and push himself forward.

One step after another until he found the growing group of lions. Before he could even see them, though, the scent of his family hung heavily in the air. Both his father and his aunt had already passed through here towards the call, and something else slightly familiar, though the yearling didn't immediately recognize it to be the king's scent. Only when his icy gaze finally landed on the group did he recognize the high sovereign's bronze coat. No one else, though, was a familiar sight. Purposely, the blackened boy kept himself in the back of the growing crowd. Maybe he could simply slip in where needed once things got started, and then slip out just as inconspicuously. For now, though, he was content to go unnoticed, unable to keep himself from glancing at the back of his father's head every so often.

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6 years, level 5 ranger, master ranger, pride tier 2

The voice of @Ilyena echoes through the Rainforest. Maia had been snoozing in her favourite tree near her den when she hears the cheerful voice of their Lead Hunter. With an idle yawn and rising to her paws, the woman jumped down from her perch and made her way through the forest.

When she arrives, she was not expecting to find a singular hippopotamus walking through. Fiery eyes look to the animal first with a snort, and then to the crowd that had gathered. Surely they stood a chance against it?

These hunts get increasingly interesting each month. She murmured with a shake of her head, slowing down to a halt and waiting for their Lead Hunter to give some direction.

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