under the chemtrails 
over the country club

oh, she likes this place.

there's something almost comforting about the dry, flaky soil underneath and the smell of bones and ivory in the air. even here, draped in darkness, the night is just as bright as day; even here, surrounded by all this death and decay, the little princess finds only happiness. her prancing joy is cut short by dark, moving figures -- it takes her only a moment to realize what is happening. a hunt. a ghoulish thing, to look for food in a graveyard, but it's clear from the grin alighting across her features that she's delighted by the prospect. not delighted enough to join, though.

she's hungry for something aside from meat.

lazare is careful as she moves, here. pressing one foot in front of the other before sweeping her prints away with a swish of her tail. it makes movement slow and steady but she keeps to the shadows, pressing against the ribcages of great beasts as she watches. eager to see what the others are able to bring down, even as she keeps to the shadows; a ghost in the night, hardly even here. she knows just what to say, though, to help them: there will be a feast. all they had to do was listen, and heed her words.

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,

unlike the other places that she's come to see, this landscape was... different. dry and brittle, and littered with already dead things. long dead, their bones bleached white from their time out in the sky. it leaves her with a queer feeling, disquieted even as she treads softly through all of it. such a grisly land would make for an interesting hunt; kassandra can only hope that it will be a successful one, too. quietly she steps between them all, settling in for the wait. she can smell nothing on the wind aside from that rot and decay but she looks to the ranger who's led them here, hoping the younger woman has a better plan in place than she. with little cover aside from the bones themselves, they'd need to be careful here -- lest they go home empty-handed.

6 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 18 + 11 + 6 + 13

+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 ♥

this place was... almost familiar. not quite a desert, but there's something about the death in the air that reminds him of home. his first home, and not the empire he'd found himself shackled to. he has no room for either of them here, though, and so he shakes off such fleeting feelings -- and pretends that he's successful. what he is successful at, however, is trailing his way through the badlands to find a place such as this. the bones here tower over him, scattered across the broken landscape. grisly trophies -- not for any lion, but for death itself. and there are others here, too; living, breathing creatures who wish to hunt. rolling his shoulders forward the jackal seeks to join them, intent on helping. if only to blot out the marching drums in his ears, to busy his night to keep from letting his thoughts run too wild.

5 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 2 + 12 + 11 + 5

+20 Explore a territory and find something useful in it
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

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5 years, no perks

It was often that he wandered from the oasis. He hadn’t planned to become a caretaker, let alone one for a woman who could not remember who she was yesterday. It took its toll on his psyche, and so he wandered, hoping to clear the anxiety and worry from his mind.

He wandered far from his home, eventually coming upon a graveyard of sorts in the distance. Stalking through the bones, he saw several lions gathered and poised for a hunt. Coming in from the opposite direction, he looked over his shoulder into the direction that the scent was coming from. He didn’t remember seeing anything of interest out there, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a little excitement... so, he fell in line with the stalking party. Quickly, he found relevant hoofprints in the dusty dirt of the boneyard. Studying them, he tried to decipher what kind of creature it was that they were hunting.


Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 5 + 16 + 6 + 2

[ranger xp] (doubled)
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (maybe)
+10 Study and track footprints
+10 Participate in a hunt [...]

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2 years, no bonus Skull faces leer skeletally from the gloom as he passes them at a steady lope. He tries to pay them no heed, keeping his garnet gaze fixed ahead. He's caught a scent here, of lions and prey alike, and he doggedly follows it at a steady lope, kicking up sprays of sand as he goes. The going is tough here, but he is undeterred; the scent is growing stronger with each laboured step he takes. He can feel his fur matting with sweat, tongue lolling, but the cover of night lends him enough shadow to keep his temperature controlled, hopefully long enough until he locates the probable hunting party gathering here. Hunt Luck Roll: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 4 + 5 + 7 + 12 +10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by shaz

1 year, no bonus

+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

+10 Maintain your weapons

Darkness mantles the boneyard, stars pricking down from the black veil above, coolly, indifferently. Viggo has never been very fond of the place, its various bones and skulls bleached death-white by the sun, grinning their perennial grins at him through the blackness. They're almost fulgent, he notices—easy landmarks in the flooding dark.

It's a perfect place to run; no obstacles, and it seems autumn has spared him its deluges. For now. So run he does, negotiating the boneyard with powerful strides as he tries to ignore the stitch in his chest. He pushes himself, as he usually does, until he's run himself ragged.

Then he sees shapes moving in the black; all gathering together underneath the stars. It's a strange place to hunt—why would herds migrate here? Still, his curiousity is piqued, and he rakes unsheathed claws across a crooked tree, seemingly honing them for the hunt that's sure to come.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 6 + 17 + 15 + 1

code to pine

DELLA

the bones were impressive, she had to say. that being said she hardly imagined that a place like this was going to be the best place to hunt, but maybe the stranger who summoned them knew something she didn't. maybe, considering the size of some of these bones, there were elephants that visited them... weird as that thought was to her.

nonetheless they were helpful for hiding behind. or, in her current case, in. della was crouched inside of one of the massive skulls, watching the growing crowd through a crack in the bone. it was convenient (the shadows hiding her dark coat well) and gave her a perfect vantage point.

there she crouched, watching and waiting, eager to see how they worked together...

della is attempting to hide


+20 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)
+10 Study the landscape of an area

coded by flea // art by tomothebear

3 years, no bonuses Thanks to his aunt's dedication and care he was feeling lunch better and now he was able to walk more and his was pretty much fully healed. His leg was okay now with just an scar left to remind him of his fight , a fight he didn't ask for yet happened. He found himself on the boneyard or so he assumed the place could be called as with how it looked as. Barren and dead. But he got surprised to see a group of lions looking for hunting in this place that lacked any life. Yet he wanted to join, seeing his uncle @Alexander ♔. He nodded to him as he took position. +20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system Hunt Luck Roll: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 11 + 4 + 19 + 15

code by Cloudy | art by Cloudy

four years, +1 dice to hunt rolls
The Noble was here for funsies and funsies only. Delighting in simply being apart of the masses as they gathered around for some kind of prey. Eyeing each lion that could as she passed by, all of them so attractive and hard not to look at. Juliette spied @Alexander ♔ and unintentionally made her way in his direction because it was a lot easier to seek out a familiar face than a stranger's. It sure did seem like Maua dumped a whole ass rainbow on Amaryllis while Juliette was away... or maybe everyone had always been pretty and she had just been too young and too naïve to notice. Either way, she wasn't complaining.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 19 + 20 + 14 + 17

+5 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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by the time he reached the boneyard he was exhausted.

four month old legs weren't meant for the long distance he had traveled (his father not far behind) and it was sheer stubbornness that pushed him on. rohan was determined to be the best, the strongest, the bravest -- he emulated his father and scorn the weakness of his siblings. nevermind that he would jump in front of a damned stampeding elephant for them.

still he jogs, pursing his lips against the burn in his legs, breathing heavily and yet refusing to slow. at least not until he reaches the crowd, a small cub in their midst, wide eyes keen to take in everything that happened. he sees a few other cubs, or at least not fully grown lions, and puffs out his chest as he strides over to a large tusk on the ground. reaching up he drug his claws across the bone, finding it far more satisfying than any dead tree...

+10 Exercise to gain endurance
+10 Maintain your weapons