6 years, no bonus

There is a change in the air this evening. A noticeable charge thrumming all around her. She decides to call the hunt- having yet to find a lead hunter to do this for her... she knows that it is on her to provide some sort of direction for the hell-hounds she leashes. They cannot cause chaos if they do not eat. So Helah chuffs softly, summoning them to her, as she moves along a flat, packed expanse of sands- following the trail on the breeze of meat and prey. She is quiet, contemplative- waiting to see who will arrive, and who will fail to meet her expectations.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 18 + 19 + 15 + 7

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY LARS

~ Roussel is observing ~
The strange shift in the air is a change that Roussel welcomes with open arms. It's as if the tyrannical heat of the sun has begun to loosen its hold over the desert, a hair of difference just noticeable enough to allow the boy to indulge in some evening explorations without feeling like he might just keel over and die. He pokes around the furthest outskirts of the territory, childishly hopping back and forth over the borderline while his prancing paws kick at the sand, curious if there isn't something of more interest hidden underneath the shifting gold.

Much to his disappointment, he doesn't find much other than the occasional scorpion, but at least the dying sunlight offers a pleasant warmth for once when he dramatically flops himself into the sand on his back.

Yet Roussel is quick to jump to his feet when Helah's call reaches him on the subtle breeze, pointed ears twitching guiltily though the Queen is nowhere near close enough to have seen his idle antics. He's equally quick to tear off across the sands in eager answer, just barely managing to collect himself into a more dignified approach when her elegant grey form came into view.

Though maybe his panting breaths give him away anyway.

Paladin:
+5 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)
+5 Patrol your borders

Beatnik:
+5 Sunbathe or take a nap

Art by Moogle

As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

Again, it is not hunger that drives the silver-haired leviathan forward, but the scent and call of @Helah.  Musuclar limbs surge beneath soft, winter furs, as Harou strides forward in a silent manner, his taloned paws flexing against silken sand. 

Despite his quiet, ominous demeanour, he makes eye contact with the desert queen, acknowledging her sovereign presence with a watchful stare as he comes to stand beside her.  He is eager to assist them with their hunt, salivating fangs wet with impulse, aching to serve their malicious purpose. 

Wordlessly, he waits, feeling his heart pump with adrenaline, feeling his blood howling maniacal through his veins.

4 Years
No bonuses
Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 16 + 18 + 4 + 11

5 years, no perks

He had begun getting used to the desert now, finding that it was best for him to come out during the night, and to lie deep in his den while the sun sat in the highest point in the sky. Not only was it better because he tended to be a bit on the fluffier side, but also because the sun bore down onto his paler parts and burned him at times. He wondered had he gone to the Summit Pride, would he have had the same issues? Or would he just be cold all the time?

It was hard to find something to conceal his scent with in the desert; all their plants were prickly, or they were poisonous. He didn’t want to roll in anything that could potentially harm him or Cordelia... And yet, even as he stumbled upon the faint tracks of some unfortunate creature wandering into the arid and parched desert, he heard @Helah’s call from afar. He was delighted to find that the tracks pretty much led her way, and he kept an eye on them as he followed them towards Helah’s location, where a few others had gathered to. He was relieved to see that Sersie hadn’t made it yet.

Dipping his head to each of them, he greeted, and then he stopped, tilting his head skywards and scenting for the prey they sought. Even with such a small group, they weren't doomed for failure.


Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 1 + 12 + 4 + 14

[ranger xp]
+10 Take down hard or extra hard prey (maybe)
+5 Study and track footprints
+5 Take down easy or medium prey

[erudite xp]
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

edited: I forgot my luck roll <3

code x art

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Follow the scent of prey
+5 Study and track footprints

Age: 10 Perks: Nope

She often hungered, one of the many fleeting emotions that drove her. When the call rang out, that emotion among many came to the surface and she was drooling before she even smelled a thing. And she smelled a thing before she caught sight of the other gathering lions. She moseyed about, a thin and ragged hound, snooping muzzle between scrub and brush. Most scents were dead and old but she caught one that had left a tuft of fur behind, still wiggling feebly in the breeze. She stuck her nose in the air and followed this scent for a while, until she happened within sight of the others. Then, forgetting her purpose, she chirped and trotted to catch up.

"I found a fur!" she announced happily; it was not necessary for her to know or be friends with any of the others. They were pridemates. Creatures from whom approval was always sought. "We finding some steps?" she asked, gaze now seizing to the ground; she aimed to shoulder past any others in pursuit of a trail of divots that traced along the slope.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 13 + 17 + 7 + 19

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Easy - Dama Gazelle
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 4 Adults = 8d20
Lion Hits: 4 + 6 luck = 10
Prey Dodges: 0

Lion Successful Hits: 10

LIONS HAVE WON!

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

A ruddy maroon lioness shouldered passed them, taking the lead on following the tracks. Her approach wasn't the best, especially as he watched her follow them with her face too close to the sand... but it mattered not because the small group was on the right track anyhow. Fable trotted ahead of the tracking female to look at the tracks, studying the possibility of the animal they were following. From what he could tell, the animal was light, likely on the smaller side, just by the way its prints weren't too deep.

Eventually, on the horizon, they'd all feast their eyes upon the small frame of a Dama Gazelle. It was a small creature, but given the expanse of desert, it had all the room to evade them. Fable banked one way, hoping to cut off its escape to the right, while he trusted others would do the same. In the end, however, they were successful, but their haul was... insignificant. Fable wasn't sure if there'd even be enough to take back to the pride.

Still, he took his share of the meat regardless, planning to seek out another hunt later. He would prefer if he did that with his focus in check, not all over the place because he was hungry. When he was satisfied, he dipped his maw to those that lingered, and move on. /exit


[ranger xp]
+5 Take down easy or medium prey
+5 Study and track footprints

[erudite xp]
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

drink a toast to the sun, to the things that may never come

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