I am every dream
you lost and never found

The prey comes into sight and becomes a much too easy target for the swarm of lions that awaited it. Alexander was eager, restless. With Eurielle close by, he felt as if his skin was going to break way and crawl from him. Growling under his throat, he focuses on the others surrounding him now, blue eyes darting to the donkey as it began to flee. He sprints into action, moving to follow the flow of the other hunters. In the end they are successful and the beast finds himself taking a small portion of the creature back with him, to the pridelands - for the cache, rather than for himself. Blue eyes would once more idly scout the area, something about all these strangers being so close to the Home Cave made him uneasy. With a flick of his tail and another fleeting glance toward her, Alexander departs with a sigh.

/exit Alexander

under the chemtrails 
over the country club

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

she watches and waits from the shade of a long-dead thing; she leans up against the sun-bleached ivory, a quiet hum building in the bakc of her throat. a lullaby for whatever this creature had once been, as the hunting party finds success in killing something else. the air is thick with it -- the frenzy of sharks, ready to rip and tear and pull it all apart. here, tucked away from it all, she does nothing but watch and listen and breathe. the blessing had worked, because of course it did; how could it ever not? she lets it sit on her tongue for a moment longer before swallowing it down. intent on keeping it safe for the next time she needs it. with that, she slips away -- a skip in her step as she paces through the shadows, still just one of them.

exit

code by flea, art by irish

With their target being some african donkeys, Daneri sets her pace with ease. Making sure to keep her body crouched a little bit as her legs launch herself into offense. Using her body to pivot when the donkey does, letting her body's senses take flight while she simply kept her focus on the prey. Angling herself at its right flank as her paws collided with the ground in what might have been a loud symphony but thanks to the dry desert there was nothing but a soft muffling. Letting her breathing become even, not allowing it to be overdone or too little. Just enough to keep herself at an even pace. Fighting was fun, but sometimes just running with a goal set in front of you was a lot better for exercise. Once they all managed to down a pair of the donkeys, Daneri did what she does best and disappeared from sight. exit daneri

+10 - exercise to gain endurance
+10 - take part in a successful hunt
+10 - participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt systemBG — ART — CODE

(2/2) +20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt (double xp event)
(2/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(2/2) +10 medium prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)

She spots the colossal man (@Alexander ♔) right as he is looking toward her and giving a nod. Sheepishly, Leilani gives a nod in return before allowing her focus to fully shift on the hunt at paw. Pink eyes scan her surroundings, waiting for their prey to show itself, soon seeing the two donkeys. She readies herself before springing into action, throwing herself at one of the equines. Her claws dig into their flesh and teeth bite down into muscle, and soon the donkey is falling to the ground. It's given the killing blow and she lets out a snort or approval. The two donkeys would make a good meal - or at least a big appetizer - and so she takes her share before slipping off and away from the badlands.

exit Leilani.

ART BY ERA, CODE BY LARS

Tilly lingers in the shade of giants bones, peering amongst the gathered for familiar faces. She sidles Kvare's way upon seeing him emerge from the sandy surroundings, and quiets down to help the tracking of their quarry.


It is a pair of scruffy, hooved donkeys - whose wanderings have led them to the hungry jaws of he wide variety of pride and rogue lions here today. Tilly follows suit with the others, getting in good angles to drive them toward those with the might to actually take them down. She focuses on speed and agility, testing her sprinting to cut off any attempts at escape.

Eventually the beasts are felled and Tilly wastes no time muscling in to claim some meat for herself. She glances up, realising Kvare had already departed, and moves to greener pasture to enjoy her little meal.

/exit Tilly

art © drifty, code © hinter

IANTHE

The rush over, Ianthe finds that she's not even really hungry. Just tired, ready for the long trek back home with only the moon for company.
Still, she doesn't want to have wasted the kill. Hekate would say something about the cycle of life and death, and respect to the meal, so with that in mind she goes go in to take off a few pieces - enough for both of her sisters. Perhaps they will be more eager for a late-night snack.

/exit

double exp event

+10 participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

coded by flea

For the size of the crowd that has gathered, the chosen prey being an African donkey is beyond laughable. Eisa, can't help the grunt of frustration at how small it is, and she debates abandoning the hunt entirely, and yet... She is not a quitter. She joins the hunt regardless of the fact that she doesn't feel needed and when the donkey is finally killed. Stubborn things, donkeys. She gives herself a good shake to rid herself of any dust, and makes to take her exit. She only pauses once, glancing over the crowd to acknowledge anyone she recognizes, before she departs.

-exit-

code by corvus

So basically, he's a walking flower, with the floral scent clinging to him where he had rolled in the flower to cover his scent. Yeah, no one but... Oh hey- Juliette would know him, anywhere- scent or no, right? Juliette never fails to greet him, and Enver's goofy, lopsided grin spreads over his lips, as he looks to her. "Dude, this place is so cool!" He says in response to her question about scouting, and then the hunt is on as two donkey's appear. Of course, Enver's enthusiasm, is ... a bit lopsided, a bit not helpful as the youth who is more of a jock than anything throws himself into it. Can he tackle a donkey? No. No he cannot. He can herd though and look super tough! When the donkey is brought down, and the second right behind it- he grabs himself a big junk and moves to pass @Juliette again, with a friend chuff as he moves off to enjoy the spoils of the meal. Those donkey's never saw the flower lion coming, did they?

-exit-

code by corvus

rohan is not alone long. a boy approaches, older than him but not full grown, and the prince snarls something fierce when he tries to take the bone away. clamping down on the ivory tusk with his teeth he puts his full weight in to holding on to it, growling as loudly as he is able.

and then he grasps at the tusk with both forepaws, too, scouring it deeper with his claws, almost trying to ruin it more so that this boy will leave him to it. "s'mine," he growls, letting go with his teeth just long enough to say so.

then with all his weight he attempts to jerk it away, immediately taking off towards home, hoping he caught @Roussel off guard just enough to be able to snatch it away. rohan does not look back, trusting that his dad will follow him home and determined to run as much of the journey as he can.

-exit-

+10 Maintain your weapons
+10 Exercise to gain strength

The hunt carries on in the background, the sounds of panicked braying and stamping hooves reaching Roussel's pointed ears distantly over the noise of the bloodthirsty hunters. It all goes ignored and uncared for, as the desert Prince is far too invested in prying the precious tusk of ivory out of Rohan's indelicate grasp.

The other boy sure is a brutish little thing, speaking mostly in snarls and growls rather than proper words. Not that Roussel is managing all that much better at the moment, deeply engaged in the game of tug-of-war as he is. "Says who?" He hisses back, words muffled around the end of the tusk he'd clamped his jaws around.

He makes a distressed noise when the younger cub farther mars the pale surface with his gleaming claws, the involuntary sound loosening his jaws enough to allow Rohan to snatch it away with a final show of force.

"I told you-!" He growls in frustration, childishly stamping a white-splashed paw against the sand. He gives chase for a little bit before giving up, stalking back into the desert with a lashing tail.

As he'd said, the toy had been ruined.

/exit Roussel

+10 Refuse to help another character (x2)
+10 Engage in mischief (x2)

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