DELLA

as she waits for the action to begin she studies her surroundings more intently. once she has her hiding spot it is easy to take time to do so. there is some grass and trees, here; it is a more interesting landscape than the badlands at least. more places to hide and scout ahead, and the bones themselves make for good spots.

thankful to avoid detection she watches the hunt play out, ears pressed flat against her head to block some of the noise. once it is clear they have triumphed (though was there ever any doubt?) della sought to leave. sticking to the shadows and ducking behind skulls and tusks she makes her way back to the plains, eager to tell daneri about this place.

-exit-

+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

Fable could see a stray hoof print here and there, between cracked bones and the dusty ground. Their scent was strong, still clinging to each step as if they had just made it. Every few feet, between the bones, there was a hoof print, sometimes with evidence of slippage - likely from hard surface upon hard surface. Hooves had no grip, especially when stepping upon another hard and smooth surface.

The creatures up ahead were a herd of donkeys, grazing on what little grass they could find growing between the bones on the ground. Fable might've wondered how such creatures found their way here, and why they stopped forage in such a place that smelled like death and painted a grim picture for ungulates of all types... since it was their bones that frequented this place.

The hunt that lay before them took skill and agility to weave between the bones without getting tripped up. Hunting in a boneyard was not exactly something Fable was familiar with, but he had done this before - only in a forest full of tight, thin trees. One had to pivot and drift in order to avoid running face-first into a tree. Skilled paws and jaws eventually laid the two creatures to rest, spluttering on their crushed throats as they slipped from this life to the next. Fable waited until they were fully dead to dig in; he didn't like his food that raw.

When he had his fill, he'd wander off to find a nice shaded place to groom the blood that undoubtedly coated his face. /exit


[ranger xp] (doubled)
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+10 Study and track footprints
+10 Participate in a hunt [...]

drink a toast to the sun, to the things that may never come

code x art

ฝhen the full moon turns ฝhite

beetle followed the movement of the tide - hunting almost having a life of its own, like breathing. he was not necessarily hungry - and the size of the quarry held little importance to him. bones beneath them skittered away like an omen. many hungry jaws snapped at the heels of death.

the surge relenting, he stilled away from the madding crowd, breaths coming hard and heavy. and then, soundless, he turned away.
exit.

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

The hunt isbsuccessful, as all the others were. There is something about working in such a large group -- there is little their might cannot topple. It makes it almost too easy but he's been starved enough before to never even think about taking it for granted. Instead His eyes are drawn back to the towering piles of bones. Naturally formed and otherwise. Some are simply skeletons of great beasts who'd died where they lay; others still have been constructed by.. careful hands. Bored ones too, maybe. Nor everyone would find dusty piles of bones useful but he does. And he'll keep this place in mind, the next time he needs them.

Exit

+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

BG — ART — CODE

miss the moonlight,

It's easy to get lost in this. Here, there is no room for memories or mourning. Here, it's just the poundijg drums of thr hunt -- the rush of blood in her ears. The tick, tick, tick of the countdown as they tear after their prey. It's no real surprise that this hunt concludes quickly and easily; with so many lions, it'd be a miracle if the orey managed to slip away. Once it's done she feels... almost better. With her blood up and food in her stomach, it's almost easy to help shrug off her dour mood. At least for now, until the adrenaline fades. At least for now, until the silence becomes too much to handle once again.

And when that happens....

Well.

She's gotten used to living with it.

Exit

+20 join another ranger’s group hunt
+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 ♥

They prowl through a land of death, hunters hounding their prey in relentless pursuit until the donkeys inevitably succumbed to the grip of the icy void. So much noise, so much struggle, and then, just like that, only silence rang out beneath the starry sky.

As Maven stepped forward to daintily tear into a haunch from their fallen prey, her crimson eyes would drift across the vast graveyard once more, catching where moonlight gleamed off the edges of pale bone, contrasting with the empty eyes staring out from hollow skulls. How long would it take before these donkeys became little more than a collection of cracked bones and sawdust. A month? A week? A year? The fresh carcasses are still warm beneath her touch - it seems hard to believe that the other remains scattered in the boneyard once possessed that same warmth.

And yet, she knows they had.

Suddenly, she doesn't have all that much of an appetite. She would carefully step away from the tangle of bodies, casting an unreadable glance at the dispersing crowd over her shoulder before subtlety kicking a bit more dust up to mute her cold, floral perfume.

She'd prefer if no one from this place tried to follow her anywhere.

/exit Maven

+10 Study the natural world (x2)
+10 Practice the skills of another trade (Ranger)(x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

You're only sixteen, going on forever

art + code by sammiie

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Their party of three soon grew into another mass collection of lions. Like moths to a flame. A nod was given towards @Alexander ♔ as he spoke. "You, too," the masked lion returned, having seen the man at more than a few of these hunts lately. Frankly, Hero didn't pay much mind to who was around in most of them as the faces seemed to get a little more familiar with each one, but when someone actually acknowledged him, he'd take more interest.

Of all the animals to come across in the boneyard, donkeys were not on his list of expectations. They were such a strange creatures. Like a zebra, but without the stripes, and with bigger ears and weirder voices. Just all over different. Food was food, though, and Hero wasn't picky. Still, with so many lions, he wasn't sure how much of them would truly get fed. He'd try as he might to at least get a few bites before moving on.

exit Hero

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