rohan had determined that he definitely did NOT like it here.

he had followed a lion from ecrosia, trailing some distance back, far enough that he hoped that he would go unnoticed. rohan had no idea who @Lucien was but he had a feeling he probably wouldn't appreciate being followed.

so anytime the male looked back he tried to hide, ducking behind a tree or a rock or whatever he could. until they hit the snow, and then he gave up any pretenses and picked up his speed. it was different running through the snow and ice; he slipped from time to time, extending his claws and feeling them dig in to the earth to give him some more traction. this served a double purpose of keeping them nice and sharp, as the ice gave just enough resistance to act much like the trees and rocks he usually used. he doesn't stop until he reaches the hunting parting, and then flops himself down at the edge of the group to watch.


+10 Exercise to gain endurance
+10 Maintain your weapons

ฝhen the full moon turns ฝhite

another call, and beetle's claws itched. dark limbs carried him through the frostbound wastes, mane whipping violently around his dainty features in the biting chill, the promise of food more tenable here, though barely. if not for the hunt, beetle would have gladly stayed closer to sea-level. which... was saying something. beetle hated the sea.

determined, he steeled himself against the ice, approaching the gathered party, stormy gaze cast over them until he turned toward the lioness who had brought them to her, and intended to follow her lead.

2 yrs, no bonus
hunt luck roll;

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 10 + 6 + 3 + 20 + 15

double exp event~
outlaw;
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 - Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system

t

hey’ll last until you’re seared to ashes / whatever persists or turns to pain between us / they will still be there

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It were far too early. Kvare's jaws parted in a wide, sheepish yawn. The surge of prey had attracted all sorts of Amaryllisians to the calls to hunt, and it had begun to wear a toll on those who tried to snuff out every one. Caladan's caches had never been so full, and a celebration would likely be necessary after they'd filled it more than it could hold; but even Kvare couldn't deny it might be overkill. Regardless, his especially tired form still trotted toward the location of the hunt, pleased to see mostly familiar faces among the growing crowd. However, with his mind foggy, he was far more intent on keeping himself safe and well-guarded, and thus quickly melded into the outskirts, allowing his limbs to relax and less tense, prepared to defend himself against any stray and excited prey animals.

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7 years, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Practice a defensive maneuver (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 14 + 1 + 7 + 5

Art by TomoTheBear, table by cala

Melusina

still i am learning unconditional and true still i am burning unconditional for you

A big yawn marked her arrival, despite the way it burned her lungs. It had been so early she'd left her small herb pouch back in the Mire (and what a shame it was, considering she'd spent all night fashioning it from hide). Nevertheless, she'd picked up a few newer plants along the way, and ventured northward toward the call. Each time she plunged out into a distant territory, the more she began to expand her knowledge; but her tired little body could hardly keep up, and by the time she'd begun to lay out her collection and prepare them for the aftermath of the hunt, she was already breathless.

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4 months, cannot count.
+10 (x2) Collect herbs (1/2)
+10 (x2) Study the flora of a neutral territory (1/2)
+10 (x2) Dry or prepare herbs for use (1/2)

code by cala, art by tomo

Radahn had been up all night. Tiredness was evident in his gaze, his gait. And yet, he still trudged toward the hunt. Long had he begun to grow accustomed to his new sight (or lack thereof), but the resounding blind spot continued to be incessant, and annoying. Perhaps the hunt would give him some semblance of relief. Thus, he'd found himself an unlikely participant among the crowd, repeating familiar prayers under his breath to bring good hunting. So far, the Gods had looked kindly upon him; he'd spilled his blood and others for them countless times, even if his body had not quite the skill for it.

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11 months, cannot count.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

yearling, no bonus
With plenty of lions suddenly gathered around within the confines of the coldest fucking place, it was obvious that they were here for food. Daneri couldn't begin to understand why they were all here and she especially didn't recall having played the same role and come all the way north. How had she gotten here? Daneri pouted, her brows furrowed as she slunk quietly through the snow that just covered her large paws. She might be extra fluffy but the cold always seemed to bother her... either that or she truly just was not used to it. Given that she had only ever experienced one winter and it had been fairly mild given that they were living on the coast and in a jungle.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 3 + 9 + 11 + 1

+10 -Take part in a successful hunt
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}

The cold of the bitter north had never been quite appealing to Aurelia, especially with the coming winter. Her fur, though long, was thin and far better suited for the sea. Regardless, it could not keep her from the hunt, and it was perhaps a small blessing that her hind legs could not register the cold and numbing feeling as they'd dragged in the snow behind her. Always did she approach with prayer, a desperate attempt to bring them luck and prosperity and blessing, as she moved to join among their ranks. Foreign words hushed under breath dispelled their doubts and bad luck away. With each hunt she grew more confident, but ever was there a harsh reminder that she'd a hard limit to her capabilities.

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1 year, no bonuses.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 11 + 1 + 4 + 12

Art by AleTie, table by cala

filianore lingered long enough to determine that she would very much like the idea of rite preparation. the spirits were not laid to rest until she finished their final departure, thus she needed fresh blood from a body not of her own. their voices eventually drowned out filianore's trepidation as she came to the lake once more, the pressing kiss of winter's chill fervent and feverish. the tigress moved until she could see the faint presence of other lions nearby, though she made no particular gestures toward them for now. later on, filianore could curse them, just a little bit if necessary, but so far none showed her ire enough to warrant such a task. spirit of the land, blessed be thy name she whispered. her body continued forward, hoping to glean a shadow of movement from the sacrifice she would make today. allow me to take what is owed to you.

[3 years, no bonus]

+5 Prepare an item for a ritual or rite x2
+5 Sacrifice an NPC creature x2
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system x2

luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 5 + 10 + 4 + 1

_{BG — ART — CODE}

The furthest stretches of Amaryllis had always been a daunting feat, a test of his strength and endurance to travel so far in such a short time, but Xavier seldom shirked at the threat of the wilds. He'd ventured north with great haste, pushing himself to the limit; the air here was thinner, and colder, and it burned his lungs far more easily than that of the Bluffs. Xavier kept himself collected and guarded as he approached the group of lions, yet another large amassing of curious hunters taking advantage of the plentiful prey that had run into their country lately. Certainly, his family would be pleased he bring back yet another successful bounty.

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4 year, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Pal) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Barb) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 18 + 7 + 14 + 9

Art by raph, table by cala

One Year old, no perks

+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars) - Sept double XP
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth) - Sept double XP
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system - Sept double XP

The morning sun bathed Glacier Lake in a gentle glow, its serene surface reflecting the surrounding icy landscape. This gathering of fellow hunters was no longer a surprise. However, what was odd was the fact they were almost all the same faces as the last two times.

Her thick fur, certainly gifted by her Rike genetics, made the crisp chill of this place more bearable. As she approached the assembly, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the snowy expanses she once called home. No more. It was never her home in the sense of warmth and joy.

Earlier that day, Erna Runa had engaged in a unique exercise. She had sought out the sturdiest, largest rocks she could find, and with a series of strong movements, she pushed against them in order to exercise her strength.

Before joining the group, she took a moment to sharpen her claws. Her obsidian talons, as deadly as her determination, scraped methodically against a boulder, revealing their gleaming edge. With preparations complete, she approached the group, but still remained on the outskirts.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 18 + 11 + 7 + 2

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus