As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

It feels haunted and eerie. Every whisper of wind brings desolate memories to the merle-haired leviathan. The lake's glassine surface shimmers with the soft vibrancy of moonlight. It's cold and calloused; an unfeeling and desolate area that lingers with forsaken thoughts, forsaken desire. Harou, too, feels forsaken; as he descends the snowy peaks and moves against the moon-kissed shore.

His toes touch the moistened banks. His talons drum delicately against the frozen ice as he makes a bee-line path against the shoreline. Faint hints of blood saturates the air; the scent of wounded prey lingering against his nostrils. The saccharine fragrance is irresistable as he moves to follow its trail; eager for a blood-letting against the cold snow and frozen ice.

4 Years, No bonus

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 6 + 18 + 17 + 5

3 years, Ranger level 5; +1 dice , -1 prey dodge, Gives every lion in the hunt a +1 to hit rolls, Counts as two lions in every hunt and can specialize in hunting elephant calf (auto-success the hunt if chosen prey is received)

Caillen could smell the blood aswell, she had been following the trail all this time, and she too wanted to find whatever left this trail. She could see blood staining some of the ground where she was walking onto, she couldnt know which animal this belonged to. She approached one of her paws into a group of blood droplets, and slowly she used it to paint her face, not just because of the look it might give her, but she wanted to hide her scent to avoid being detected by the actual animal she and seemngly a man were following.

She saw him and a soft smile formed. Quietly she approached but not to the point of disrespecting his space. "Hi!" She said lowly but with some enthusiasm on her voice, happy she decided to go help the stranger.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 11 + 6

x2 exp:
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Apply dye/paint on yourself or someone else

CODE•ART•BG

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

Amaroq's battleworn frame ripples beneath the moonlight. Every step makes him feel like grimacing, but the pain he feels is ignored. Wordlessly, Amaroq steps alongside the others, finding his space amid the shadows. @Harou has become a familiar scent by now, as Amaroq knows him by face, making note that the merle beast were an avid hunter just as himself.

Shadows dance down Amaroq's spine, while the lake's scent is inhaled and exhaled with a quiet frenzy. It is a fresh cold night, with the moon as a lantern in the darkness; a perfect time to hunt, to indulge, to feast. Still, despite the sadness he feels, Amaroq remains guarded and quiet among them, refusing to say anything.

5 Years, Ranger bonus: Counts as two lions in any hunt, +1 Hit, -1 Dodge for prey

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 15 + 11 + 9 + 14

table by ryuu

1 year, no trade

+20 Cast a blessing on a group
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Practice hiding your scent

she steps carefully, mottled paws making minimal markings in the frozen soil here. here, where the air burns her nose with the chill; here, where the moon washes over the distant snow and sets it aglow. she isn't the only one with this idea and for that, she's grateful. the growing group is clear in her sight and she pauses, butterfly heart fluttering before she decides. instead of hiding, she steps forward to join them -- another shadow for the growing mass. she feels strangely naked and vulerable here, surrounded by so many strangers -- she is glad, at least, that she'd taken the time to hide her scent. instead of smelling of the bluffs and blood, she smells like roses -- a sickly-sweet scent to carry her here. or, well, she hopes -- she cannot tell herself. rolling too-skinny shoulders forward, the girl settles in, her mind repeating that familiar blessing -- casting the net wide over all their shoulders, draping it over them all to bring them luck.

nous aurons du sang. -- we will have blood.

Hunting Injury Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 20

hunt luck roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 5 + 9 + 10 + 6 + 7

code; background

8 years, no bonus.
Once more the ghoul had soundlessly followed @Amaroq. Eye was ever intent on him, watching, studying. Waiting for him to do something worth punishing. Yet once again she was left disappointed, finding he had joined another in a hunt. A snort expels from her nostrils as the Savante woman settles for joining the group on a hunt, having nothing else to do while her subject was occupied. Her stomach had begun to growl angrily at her anyways, so this was beneficial more than it was inconvenient. That single red eye of hers narrows on her target before letting out a low growl toward him. An odd hello.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 5 + 12 + 7 + 14

+20 Remain undetected in a large thread
+20 Explore a territory and find something useful in it
+20 Find a notable landmark in a territory

The most notable part of the glacial lake is... well, the lake.

It splits up the landscape neatly, jutting from the land as if perfectly placed. The tundra is not a place he hopes to spend much time in; were it up to him, he'd never be back. But, ah -- he needs to learn all he can. Even if it means coming out to thr fringes of the world, where there's more ice and snow than common sense.

Because, apparently, some people decided to hunt here.

He watches them, a little flabbergasted -- before that feeling fades into sheer curiosity. What would they find out here? There are tracks in the dirt that speak to bigger game but they're few and far between, and the party ahead is smaller than the ones he'd previously joined. Carefully his paws flex towards them, carrying him quietly to better see.

He doesn't get too far though before his paws trip over -- something. Pointed ears tick, a frown marring roman features as he looks down to see.... rocks. Shiny rocks. They seem to be illumatined by the moonlight they reflect; they're more see-through than usual pebbles. Not rocks, then. Crystals. He blinks, surprised, eyes roaming over the crack in the earth that seemingly let's them spill out. Hmmm.

Lucian is hiding since I was too late to put him in the hunt~

BG — ART — CODE

~ Roussel is attempting to remain hidden ~
The haunting emptiness of this place is not so strange to the Prince of the wasteland. The cold, on the other hand? It's more biting up here than it is on the most desolate desert nights. Precisely why that is, he cannot say. He can only marvel at the tundra's barren fields and the moonlit lake that seemed so similar to an oasis - and continue on his way

Too many naps have made the boy restless at night, and the hint of a familiar scent on the wind had persuaded him to follow @Harou's trail, curious to see what Helah's subjects got up to when they ventured beyond the borders. It's not as easy a task as he'd first thought. His muscles ache with exertion by the time he's caught up to the ghostly man, and Roussel is all too happy to exchange his loping stride for quiet(ish) stalking steps through the strange snow and sparse grass.

The beast is out for blood, and he has drawn others to his cause. Perhaps Roussel should try to participate, to earn himself a chance to bring his mother meat that was still warm and bleeding. Alas, such a venture would blow his cover.

Besides - he's feeling rather tired.

Beatnik:
+10 Refuse to help another character (x2)
+10 Slack off or shirk one's responsibilities (x2)

Paladin:
+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) (x2)

Art by Moogle

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Medium - Oryx
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 4 Adults, 1 Yearling, Master Ranger, Submaster Ranger = 20d20
Lion Hits: 11 + 1 luck = 12
Prey Dodges: 0 - 2 = -2

Lion Successful Hits: 12

LIONS HAVE WON!

dice were rolled in discord by @AbjectTerrier. You can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

Flesh breaks beneath fangs, as Harou severes the tendons from the fallen creature, piercing into its side like the devilish monster he was. The crimson gore coats his muzzle, flecks of blood dripping down his chin and pale white chest. The blood flows down, down, down; saturating his muscled limbs, the porcelain earth coated in gore, too, as everything falls to the frozen floor in drops of blood and ripples of wet, red flesh. Still, Harou does not eat what he takes, leaving the mangled creature separated upon the ground, it's insides pulled apart like crimson vines. He takes pleasure in the hunt, cold-blooded creature that he was, indulging only in the chase.

Exit Harou

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

Even as the blood saturates his lips, Amaroq only has eyes for @Teodora. He watches, quietly, as the feral woman moves; her violent demeanour shimmering like promise beneath haunted, vermillion flesh - her curves, twisting like blood against frozen, white snow.

Outwardly, she appears calm, but Amaroq knows better than to underestimate her. Wordlessly, he leaves the fallen prey behind the others, seeking Teodora out like the haunted revenant he will, and always, be. He seeks to brush down her supple sides; to run the length of his muscular frame down her smaller, curvier bodice. It's a firm and pressing nudge - a relentless and perhaps brave move, towards a lethal female such as Teodora - but Amaroq is feeling bold. Amaroq is feeling hungry. Not for the rendered flesh that lay by their feet, but something else. Something darker, deeper; something like sin and gluttony and passion.

Exit Amaroq

table by ryuu