VIVEKA

4 years, Lvl 2 Ranger (+1 to Hunt Rolls)

This place is filthy.

Viveka's lips twist with disgust as mud and peat squelched between her toes, pale mittens stained dark and damp and gross, no matter how prim or high her prowling steps appeared to be. But prowl she does nevertheless, her richly hued pelt wrapped in the cool shawl of the evening twilight and the creeping shadows. Wrinkled nares flare beneath the moonlight to better grasp at the earthy musk of prey that drifted in the air, her paws following in the trail of something warm and alive hiding in the depths of the twisted foliage, existing in the narrow paths between treacherous waters.

This ugly place does not suit her. But it will suit her prey quite well, she imagines. Cloying mud and tangled thorns to trip up spindly hooved legs, a labyrinth of nightmares to shatter a weak mind, and deep, murky pools to silence its dying cries beneath the stars.

It's too late to satiate her hunger elsewhere, now that she's already been so thoroughly stained by the filth of this place. And she would only forgive the mess once the bright splash of blood had been added to it through the efforts of her own claws.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 15 + 11 + 1 + 13

+40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions) (x2 Exp)
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (x2 Exp) or
+10 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll) (x2 Exp)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2 Exp)

code by flea, art by irish

4 yr, no bonus
(1/2) +10 Practice disguising your appearance (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)
The scent of prey leads Arkyn to the darkness of the bog. He wasn't one that veered away from getting his paws dirty, and in this sort of environment it was hard to keep oneself prim and proper. Heavy paws trudge through the thick mud, webbed toes curling as the coolness seeped in between them. Yelloe eyes examined his surroundings, taking in the gnarled roots and vines that made this place more of a maze than a place to come to for simple relaxation; it was a good enough place to trip up prey and make for an easy meal.

The beast finds his way toward the woman, but not before lathering himself with pawfuls of mud. He rubbed them on either side of his flank as far as he could reach before rubbing it along his chest, his facem and down his front limbs. With the stench of the bog, Arkyn knew he wouldn't be easily scented out by suspecting prey, but one could never be too certain - and a good way to better conceal his identity. So now he waits, giving a rough nod to thew woman, muscles tensing while he sees who all will join and what will be on the menu today.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 3 + 17 + 2 + 11

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

the bog is less than desirable. much like the prey that roam here, imogen is tangled in vines and swathed in dirt. it splatters her mossy gray pelt and dries in thick, uncomfortable clumps. she is more swamp monster than lioness as she slinks through the swamp, careful of where her paws land and head held high to prevent the plants she's gathered from being soiled in the muck. as dark and gloomy as this place is, the shrubs and foliage that grow here are more useful than not, and imogen yearns to keep them.

though, around the earthiness of the herbs, she can scent something that is more alive than her plants. prey, food, and with a glance around her, she notices the dark furred woman slinking through this maze of mud, dirt, and spindly trees. "hunt?" imogen asks around her mouthful of greenery, finding a sole dry nook within an old weathered bush to place them. her tail curls, hooking upward as she lingers nearby, awaiting her answer that would hopefully result in a full belly.


double exp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Collect herbs

3 years | no perks
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 8 + 9 + 11 + 18

CODE BY JAVS

7 years, no bonus

She has not been here in years... not since a rogue adventure or two in her adolescence. It was definitely low ranking on her list of places to visit, given the nature of the muck's smell clinging to your fur and the atrocity of not being able to find well-hidden crocodiles. If it could be avoided, she would. Alas, heavily pregnant Aelynthi is very hungry and all reason has gone out the window in hopes of finding a good meal to sit down and enjoy. Along her trek, she notes the shape of the fronds that linger at the base of the trees, and which sides of the trees grew moss for later storage purposes. She would definitely be back given how frequent she had found it just in her trek alone. The scent of familiar lionesses fills her nostrils as she moves along, a welcome invitation compared to the stench of the bog. With a quick jog, it is easy to close the distance and Aelynthi lets out a soft chuff, coming up close to @Viveka and @Imogen to finally introduce herself. As she should, given this would potentially be the third hunt they had all engaged in together. " I'm Aelynthi, of the Hollows. Care to hunt again? "

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 13 + 1 + 9 + 2 + 14

+ 10 - study the flora of a neutral territory (viru bog) (1/2)
+ 10 - participate in a hunt using the rolled dice system

Age: 4 Bonus: Nope

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Practice hiding your scent
+5 Practice disguising your appearance

This here bog was murky and bracken. The water smelled like it wouldn't taste like it smelled, even though it smelled terrible. It was a bitter edge of terribleness that suggested the taste would be a wholly new and terrible phenomenon. She had been careful when slathering herself in mud to keep it away from her face. Her paler cheeks were subtle, especially in the dim and the laden mist, so those could stay. It was her hindquarters that she dabbed up, turning the dark markings a dripping brown rather than a distinctive black. However, she did leave her tail untouched. One had to sacrifice for beauty.

She squelched her toes in a good piece of mud recently vacated by a frog. And now she smelled like frog slime. She was a giant frog, working with other animate chunks of muck to do innocent things, definitely nothing suspicious no predators here. "I smell like a frog," she chirped proudly, a tad bit louder than a whisper because this was important. The designated frog then settled into a crouch and wiggled her butt, wondering how big she could hop.

Hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 12 + 17 + 8 + 11

1yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 10 + 17 + 16

So content she is to mooch off the backs of others when it came to the delicacies of red meat. She, a young woman of hefty proportions already, can not surely be expected to be useful in much more than a take-down. Speed was her mothers likeness but it skipped a beat with Birdie, instead lacing her bones with curves more akin to her father.

Amusingly, the yearling is met with the sight of a froggy-wannabe, and upon a bemused approach would seek to slide up alongside @Arkyn - a big buy - "I'm willing to bet she's as useless as one, too." Hushed and low, gesturing to Toblerone where she crouched. Meanwhile, her claws raked against a rotten log, sharpening.

+20 Participate in a group or pride event (1/2)
+10 Maintain your weapons
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

_{ART — CODE}

7 yr, lvl 2 ranger: +1 hit to hunts
(1/2) +20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt (double xp event)
(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)

The need to stretch her legs had gotten her far from Obsidian and deep into the bog. Artemisia wasn't a fan of getting too dirty, and the way the mud was caking itself to the backs of her legs and her underbelly was enough for her to let out a soft snarl. The thought of how long it was going to take her to clean up was already exhausting her. But there was a scent, one of prey, that had caught her attention whenever she was close enough to the swampy land. It is how she finds herself amongst several other lions, crimson eyes taking a good look at them all, even scenting one out that was also from the same pride as she. She moves toward her (@Aelynthi) as she introduces herself, giving the woman a friendly smiles. "I'm from Obsidian, as well," she says, mostly to the black and white lioness. "I'm Artemisia." Then she falls silent, positioning herself into a hunter's crouch and waits.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 12 + 11 + 17 + 3

ART BY CORVUS, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER
*DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION!!*

Unable to participate due to age. Observing

It was absolutely gross here. The stench of the bog and all it's rotten water nearly had his eyes tearing up. He wasn't one hundred percent sure why he was here exactly. Maybe it was the eeriness of the place that had drawn him in. Who knew what was lurking in this dreary patch of worthless land.

Cassius walked along some of the muddy banks, mapping out one source ended and another began. He wondered if any of this was even drinkable. Well he would keep on wondering because he wasn't about to test it out for himself.

The Darkling paused as he picked up the scent of a group though the stink of the bog. He wasn't about to test the water but he was happy to test just how quickly he could catch up with the unknown group. He took off through the mud and muck, muscles working overtime to combat against the sinking grime all around him. Upon his barreling approach, Cassius leapt up onto a nearby log; taking full advantage of the higher positioning.

Looked like he stumbled on a hunting party. Hm. Well he had no experience in this sort of thing. So silently he sat back to observe.



09/03/23 Double XP Event - Pathfinder
+10 Use the terrain to your advantage
+10 Practice running or speed
+10 Map out rivers or water sources in an area

code by scorpixia♡︎ | art by drifter

i am the storm / and im coming for you

this terrain she knew well. it was exactly the type of place that faustine found home within, from the swamp waters to the stench. she found it easier to hide away the smell of her natural odor and that of her pride, thus she often covered herself in the bog's mud and debris. if there was a place to swim in then she would have submerged in the water by now. alas, the bog's water was too low for her to swim. on the plus side, she wouldn't be wasting away her time partaking in that when there was another more interesting event to do. a well executed hunt. yes, she had been hungering for creatures to take down. the last hunt happened a couple hours ago but the itch was still there, like gnarled claws that scratched in the back of her head. but, thanks to the bog she was in, faustine had no problem becoming one with it as she lowered herself onto her belly from between two trees seeped in cattails. [one year; no bonus]

hunt roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 9 + 16 + 17 + 12

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

5 yrs | no bonus

Slowly, she is coming to recognise some familiar faces amongst these recent autumn hunts. Perhaps everyone had stocking for the winter on the mind. She thinks the cove will do well when the weather turned, but she also wasn’t sure how fishing would go when the water got too cold to swim.

Tilly takes a place amongst the gathered, her paws and belly already muddied from some unexpectedly deep puddles. There is some chatter and she tilts her ears to zone in. "I'm Tilly." she offers, hushed, "From Caladan." There didn't seem to be any others from her pride here, and she wanted to ask more questions... but it didn't seem the right moment. Content to wallflower, she looks on.

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 1 + 10 + 15 + 3 + 16