7 yr
level 2 ranger:+1 dice to hunt rolls
level 3 ranger: -1 dodge roll for prey
(1/2) +40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions) (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 or +20 Take down easy, medium, hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)

Hunger was a mighty thing. It was what drove Lucien to the pond, in search for more than just a pink feathered bird to eat. He’d had scented some much larger game nearby, followin’ its scent and ensuring that he kept himself downwind. Each paw step is calculated and soft, his body crouchin’ low to the ground to keep himself more concealed. Even though his fur blended in almost seamlessly with the tall grasses around him, his obsidian mane did not. As he crept onward he would release a couple of low yet deep chuffs, seein’ if there was any other lions about that would like to join in and take down a good meal. He falls still after a couple of moments, ears twistin’ as he listens to the world around him, to see who would heed his call.

rolling 9/8!!

CODE / ART

1 year - no bonus

though she was part of a pride, now, she was not going to slack off. della had grand visions of becoming a fierce warrior, perhaps even a leader one day, and while hunting wasn't her favorite pastime it served a purpose.

when she hears the chuff she adjusts her path and heads towards the pond, pausing every so often to brush against some vegetation, masking her lion scent. dirt and leaves clung to her thick fur but she didn't particularly mind; della wasn't here to win any beauty contests.

she takes note of their surroundings -- especially the pool of water that drew so many in -- before looking to the male that called them together. idly she wondered if he would use the terrain to their advantage, working with the water to trap whatever prey he had unearthed, but she doesn't linger long on this train of thought. instead she crouches, ready, waiting for the signal to begin.

+10 Study the landscape of an area
+10 Practice hiding your scent
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt systemBG — ART BY RIOT — CODE

6 years, no bonus

The ghoul has long found the vast expanse of the rolling fields to be a pleasant place to be, as far as territories away from home went. It was an even more pleasant place to jog now that the previous heat wave was finally dissipating into the cool waves of autumn. One of the few positives of the waning seasons.

But he doesn't think he's come across this little pond before. He's sure he would remember its unique residents at the very least, tall pink birds that were both legion and very loud. He cracks an old antelope bone idly between his teeth as he watches them in dull contemplation, stretching his limbs out in the grass to ease the burning ache that had built up in his muscles. A flamingo would probably be easy to catch, he imagines. But would it be worth even the small effort? Unlikely.

Fortunately, a better course of action arrives in the form of a low chuff, and the Savante tosses his scavenged toothpick aside to answer it. Mircea's dark fur stands out like a sore thumb between the grass, much unlike the handsome dun pelt of the man whose voice had beckoned him here. He offers a rough grunt of greeting, and then hangs carefully back to study their surroundings while he waited for a signal.

He would be more useful once stealth was no longer needed, no doubt.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 15 + 20 + 5 + 14

+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)(x2)
+10 Maintain your weapons (care for teeth)(x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

Art & Table code by Zodiac

i am the storm / and im coming for you

she had been chasing the pink birds, not just for her pleasure but for her muscles and her agility exercises. faustine was more than eager, however, to also throw herself at every big enough rock to sharpen both her fangs and claws. it felt nice, to be honest, whenever they touched the hard surface; it was like scratching an itch that otherwise could not be scratched. seconds later, faustine found herself joining a hunt after she found the scents of lions congregating in the land. this wasn't an ideal place to find another creature besides the flamingo flock, but she also knew that the birds were more than enough to hide them behind their pink bodies. how odd, she thought, that of all creatures the flamingos had no sense of threat in them to escape even when a predator was among them. [yearling; no bonus]

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 4 + 2 + 19 + 11

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

{3 years | No bonus}

The golden doll kept her eyes on the sky following the looming clouds. A light frown knitted her pale brows together as she scanned the sky. Lune surmised by the shading of the pale blue to dark white clouds that they were not rain clouds, but standard autumnal clouds carrying the news of the cold breeze. Signaling the incoming winter of the future. As much as the girl loved a rainstorm, she was not disappointed that there would not be rain today. The cool breeze sent a small shudder down her spine as she lifted herself from the soft grasses. Reaching out she stretched her way out of her mid-day nap. A yawn parting her delicate jaws with a slow stretch,

Once standing, the girl stalked forward for a couple of paces. She was standing for but a few moments before she heard the call. A familiar call that unfurled a warmth of excitement within her. Blonde ears swiveled towards the sound coming from near the pond. Lune sauntered in the direction of the call, watching the pod shimmering like a rounded jewel in the sunlight. Nose lowered, the girl followed the scent of lions closer towards the pond. She could make out the large pink bird, something about them was always a little off putting to her. What were they hiding in those big wings and fluffy pink bodies?

Upon approaching the pond, she noticed a few other lions also gathering around for the hunt. Lune flashes a friendly soft smile and nod of her head as she approaches the others before facing the surrounding area again. Let the games begin.

+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+ 10 (x2) Take part in a successful hunt
+ 10 (x2) Study the weather or an astronomical phenomena

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 6 + 3 + 18 + 15

1yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 18 + 10 + 3 + 20

It was a cloudy autumn day around Celosia, and the Flamingo Pond was no exception. What was a little uplifting however, was the sound of none other than Lucien. Okay sure, she didn't know him all too well, but she knew enough. Enough that arriving at his hunt with a mischievous smirk gave her some feeling of thrill, whether warranted or not.

As was proving habitual of the yearling however, upon her ease into a roughly executed 'stealth-mode', one of the girls foreclaws snagged on a tangle of up-turned roots. Before she could re-adjust herself to accommodate, the whole talon was ripped from the nailbed. She scowled, catching her voice just enough so as not to jeopardize the hunt - she did feel like eating today after all.

Thankfully, the Lorien princess was well aware her smaller sister was not too far away - "@Enola," she summoned, low and brittle beneath the pain of the torn nail where it dangled in a stream of blood, "A favour."

+20 Have another character perform a task or favour for you
+20 Participate in a group or pride event
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

_{ART — CODE}

1 year, no bonus

What was that smell?

The pace of Maven's steady trot had been flagging anyway, as her breathing grew more labored around the burning in her lungs. The...odd aroma was as good an excuse as any to slow down and do a bit of exploration.

The pond isn't hard to find, especially not once the 'melody' of squawking birds grew all but impossible to ignore. The strange birds were kind of pretty, Maven thinks, her crimson gaze studying the many feathers painted in soft hues of pink, and the elegantly curved necks that seemed to offset the spindly legs in an odd way. They were pretty indeed, but...that fishy smell was definitely coming from them.

What on earth were they eating in that muddy water?

A faint rustling sound draws her attention away from the flock, her squinting eyes soon making out the shapes of other lions gathering in the dying grass. Ah. Hunters. Lately, the yearling seemed to have a knack for finding them everywhere.

Well, now that her breathing has settled into something more normal, why not lend a paw?

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 20 + 4 + 9

Paladin:
+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)(x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

Erudite:
+10 Study the natural world (x2)

You're only sixteen, going on forever

art + code by sammiie

under the chemtrails 
over the country club

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

Perhaps they could hunt by themselves. Perhaps they'd find victory without her interference, without these quiet words of power. But where was the fun in that? The dieudonne girl keeps to the shadows as always, lurking where she's least likely to be seen. Ears are pitched forward, attention alight on the gathering group before her. They'd come together and hunt, and she was here to help. sang et viande, sang et viande; meat and flesh and blood. A quiet chant, a blessing known only to her -- but she drapes it over them regardless. She wants to see them succeed, here.

She wants to be the reason they succeed.

Lazare is attempting to hide ~

code by flea, art by irish

Flamingos were not his first choice, but who could tell what was lingering near their pool today. An uneasy sense of dread had fallen over the flock, and many had opted to leave by the time Kvare showed up. Fiery gaze narrowed against the bleary sky, thinking of all the feathers he'd need to prune before he could get to the tender meat beneath; but perhaps they'd get lucky and find a far better meal. He joined the throng of gathering lions having raced down from the near hillsides, breathless yet still eager to expend his boyish energy. He'd become far better at dodging and weaving around the jumpiest of animals, but kept himself prepared defensively, just in case.

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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: 2 + 3 + 19 + 5 + 11

Art by Rabbit, table by cala

t

he anathema of wings / untethered and forsaken

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She'd been far too distracted by the flamingos, this time.

She'd been busy preparing newer herbs she'd found along its banks when a curious hatchling strode up to her. Its parents were far too busy focusing their attentions on the older lions, and had thus cared little when their young one approached such a small and feeble cub. It had begun to poke its angry beak at the herbs she'd been setting out in a neat line to dry, and Melusina quickly swatted a paw out, attempting to bat it away from her work, completely oblivious to the lions gathering now in the background.

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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)

Art by Moogle, table by cala