6 years
+1
+1
Alexander follows familiar, familial scents, finding @Aelynthi amongst the group as well as @Lilliana, and @Artemisia. @Arkyn was amongst them as well, but the Savante was still unsure about the male that had taken his daughter as mate. Time would tell if that would change, however, though he had an inkling it wouldn't matter regardless.

Offering them each a dip of his head, the beast would look to those he was unfamiliar with, @Hero was offered a warm smile, followed by a dip of his head sent toward @Imogen, @Toblerone, @Birdie and @Tilly. The petite woman, Imogen - he recalls meeting her before and is happy to see she is well.

Blue eyes focus ahead of them, attempting to scan the horizon for any potential prey. "Have we spotted anything yet?" He murmurs, rumbling out to no one in particular even as he looks at each one of them individually. An ear flicks, idly listening to their surroundings as well.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 2 + 10 + 20 + 19

code + art

1 year, no perks
He dug his claws into a dried log on the outskirts of the Watering Hole as he watched the clouds roll in and the flamingos frolic in the pool. He had considered running after the goofy, pink birds and seeing how many of their necks he could break between his teeth, but the urgent chuffs nearby drew his attention away from that idea. He flexed his baby muscles as he pulled away the chunks of dried wood from the log, feeling as though he were powerful in his own right. Perhaps he could prove that with this hunt.

Discarding the log, he joined the large group of lions gathered at the lioness’ beckoning call, and danced in place as he waited for the group to converge and begin their prowl. He’d, of course, linger towards the back and let the adults take care of most of it, but if he could get a swipe or two in, he’d be satisfied.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 6 + 7 + 11 + 20

[barbarian xp] (doubled)
+10 Exercise to gain strength
+10 Maintain your weapons
+10 Participate in a hunt

code (c) cala

Kireena had left the rainforest early - spending her time racing along the pathways of the territory, leaping logs and essentially practicing purrkour. The lioness knew she wasn't the most agile of beasts and intended to try to remedy that. It was as she left the cover of the rainforest that the storm rolled in. This was an additional test to her workout.. the ground had become slick and muddy.

As she moved, the woman noticed that the wind had changed - and with it brought the scents of a multitude of others her way. They were barely discernible over the storm, but the red woman DID recognize one...no.. two.

Pausing only momentarily she would race off, trying to keep her breath even, her pace steady. When she slowed to arrive, the bi-colored gaze noted a few familiar faces. A smile touched the lips of the Firnen as she would approached @Aelynthi with a rumble of greeting and a gentle shove of her shoulder to the pregnant Hollow lioness.

Her gaze landed on @Alexander ♔ as well, but she wasn't as familiar or friendly with him as of the moment.. so he got a nod of greeting. A few others were recognized, but few were personal friends. So the giant would settle next to the cleric of the hollows, waiting for the command of the lioness in charge of this stormy hunt.

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Age: 5 no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 13 + 11 + 16 + 6

ART BY VASILIA, CODE BY LARS

+20 Join Another Ranger's Group Hunt - Double XP
+10 Study and track footprints - Double XP
+10 Practice concealing your scent - Double XP

Footprints of hoof stock led her closer to the watering hole, the scent in the air was thick with creature. It was easy enough to wander without feeling exposed but Thisbe took an extra step to track mud up her limbs. Just to cover her own scent a bit (and hopefully not ID her as a rogue and alone as she was). Because as she wandered after the herds and the path they left she became acutely aware of more and more lions gathering around for the hunt. Her skull dipped low and her ears twisted, monitoring the herds out there just as much as the company around her. No funny business... get some food... get out.

6 Years / No Bonus
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 20 + 5 + 6 + 13

_{CODE | ART}

The rain had helped the female with covering her scent, it mixed with the mud she'd rolled in- and she was pretty confident that it thoroughly masked her scent. Not that there was much to mask these days, with her general state of homelessness. She had been loosely tracking some prey, when she'd heard the noise, the call for the hunt. Then, she'd nearly stumbled into the large gathered group. Eisa gave her head a shake, to clear her mane of the rain, and then fell into a hunters crouch on the edge of the group- the movements, a clear indication of her commitment to the hunt.

2 years, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 14 + 11 + 6 + 13

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

Now what business did she have stalking the grown lions as they gathered for a hunt? None, really, and yet- she crept in the thickest bushes of tall grasses she could- watching them with wide eyes. Her small, cubbish form hid easily within the brush and she nearly quivered with excitement, as she studied them. There were so many gathering around! She didn't really understand what they were doing- of course she could smell the yummy tang of meat, so maybe they were hunting. Huh. Mom and Dad didn't hunt in these big groups did they? She hoped if they did... that they wouldn't see her, because she'd probably be scolded.

Maeve is hiding and observing the hunt

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

under the chemtrails 
over the country club

her paws squish into the ground here, terrible and wet. the rain has just started to fall and the ground hasn't yet had a chance to swallow it all down; a smarter girl than her might avoid the puddles, but lazare certainly doesn't. instead she indulges in the way that the rainstorm turns the watering hole into a whole different area as she half-hops from one to the next, grinning ear to ear as she goes. the mud, fresh and new, splashes up her ankles and legs, mottling her fur even further. once it dries it will be a problem but for now, it seems to obscure her fur patterns ( namely, the cub-spots darkening her legs ) and make her look different. not different enough to pass, fully, as another -- but she has no reason to do that. instead, she grows still -- quieting her splashing as she catches the sounds of others. pale eyes glance around, curious, and is almost surprised to see such a large group gathering here, around her. a hunt! she is not hungry though and has no reason to join them, but neither does she leave. instead she lurks and watches, peering from the rain-slick shadows as the others hope for victory here. she could leave them to it, but... she doesn't. instead her internal monologue is a mantra, soley for their benefit; a prayer of sorts, asking for blood and blood and blood.

lazare is attempting to hide ~

+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)
+20 Sneak into a group without getting caught
+20 cast a blessing on a group

code by flea, art by irish

miss the moonlight,

her paws are tired, but still she treks across the land. there has to be a safe place here to put down roots, and she is intent on finding it. for now, though, the sound of a hunt is enough to distract her from her one-track mind ( and for her stomach to gurgle ). a frown mars her wrinkled features but still the moon-kissed woman comes to gather, another body to throw at the hunt. starlight eyes sweep across those gathered: all unfamiliar faces, of course, but at least they look... capable. she hopes, at least, with this many gathered they'll be able to catch something. something that she could use to fill her aching stomach, to soothe the burn in her veins. squaring her shoulders the woman sets herself up, muscles tensing beneath her thick pelt; ready.

6 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 16 + 11 + 18 + 12

+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey / +10 Take down easy or medium prey
+10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by flea, art by rabbit ♥

the storm breaks and unlike before, there is no waif to steal him away to shelter. there is no shelter in sight, only the thick pelting rain. it would be funny -- it should be funny -- if not for the way the chill seems to cut him straight to the bone. the storm was not unexpected but it seems much more treacherous than a usual storm, a true downpour as it blankets the land. the call for a hunt catches his ears and he has half a mind to ignore it; better that he keep on, and find someplace to get warm. but... he does not do that. instead the scout finds his paws heading towards the sound and joining the others, here. the watering hole was their target, it seemed, and he takes a moment to note the way it branches off -- rivers and streams trailing off into the distance -- before looking back to the others. a meal might not be a bad idea, assuming the storm didn't get much worse...

5 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 7 + 15 + 4 + 8

+10 Study the weather or an astronomical phenomena
+10 Map out rivers or water sources in an area
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

BG — ART — CODE

{3 years | No bonus}

Lune paced along the edge of a slow flowing river, watching the clouds shift and float across its rippled surface. Lifting her head, she took a mental photograph of its curves and bends, following the river out into a hazy distances where sky kissed ground. The golden girl followed the waterline until it gave way to barren sands. She does not have time to ponder the landscape long before she hears the call to hunt. Though she's not an assassin or even a superbly skilled hunter, she doesn't enjoy the adrenaline rush and, of course, the sating of her fiery hunger. Lune pauses, taking a roll in the sand against the local brush the mask her perfumes.

The girl is a little weary as she comes up the back slowly, quietly. So many unfamiliar faces. Lune feels the soft hum of excitement vibrate within - for the hunt but also for the new faces. She looks among the many faces, trying to see if she knows anyone and comes up blank. Oh well. Everyone is here for the same reason. Everyone has the same goal and that's to hunt. She takes solace in their similarities. Leaving the differences to wither out in the sun for the moment. Lune is careful to keep her distance, lingering close enough to hear conversation.

+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+ 10 (x2) Take part in a successful hunt
+10 (x2) Map out rivers or water sources in an area
+10 (x2) Practice covering your scent

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 12 + 13 + 7 + 5