miss the moonlight,

she follows the river dutifully, paws pressing one in front of the other. her days are long and slow, lacking in a way that bothers her more thans he could say. for once she is not hungry but still she wants to hunt -- wants to tear her teeth into something, wants a purpose for her paws. it is a meager wish but one she's easily able to make happen. her tail flicks as she ontinues on, pausing only once she's caught the scent trail of something. it seems stale but she's hopeful; if there was nothing to hunt, at least she could try her hand at fishing. but tere's something on the wind here -- perhaps whatever prey she was following had been lured in by the river, too. she stills finally, once she's sure there's nothing here to startle and chuffs softly. if any were int he area, they were welcome to join her -- despite herself, she'd welcome any help she could get today.

( maybe she was tired of being alone, after all. )

6 years, no bonuses
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 9 + 19 + 1 + 15

+40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey / +10 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+40 Successfully lead 3 hunts in 1 OOC month - 1/3

code by flea, art by rabbit ♥

The clouds above wwere thick with rain, threatening and ominous alike. Still, he hears the hunting call and still, he attends. He has no reason not to -- these small bouts of hunting prowess are more productive than simply wandering around by himself, and often he leaves with more than just dinner.

Or lunch, in this case.

He trails down the river, noting the way it curves and winds. Back and forth as if it'd been carved from the land by a giant snake. Were he less distracted he might be able to make a mental map of the rivet and how it curls; for now, he's happy to simply note this particular curving divet as a landmark and keep pressing on.

The driftwood was stacked high here, pulling his attention away from the curly-haired huntress. It was bleached by the sun, showing it'd been out of the water for awhile, and his mind churned. It'd be useful, he knew that much -- it'd be good for firewood, and it was also a decent thing to use to sharpen claws against. Or teeth, if you were so inclined. His tongue taps against his own incisors; wood would be a much preferred filer to stone, he thinks.

5 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 7 + 13 + 19 + 9

+10 Take part in a successful hunt
+20 Explore a territory and find something useful in it
+20 Find a notable landmark in a territory

BG — ART — CODE

+20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group - Sept double xp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system - Sept double xp
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth) - Sept double xp

The cloudy autumn skies threatened to split open any moment, the banks of Ataraxia River bore witness to another coincidental encounter. Two lions, familiar from past hunting ventures, stood poised, preparing for an imminent hunt. Her scrutinizing gaze fell upon them, suspicion coursing through her like a bitter current.

One of them belonged to the Mire, though the young wench knew little of him. She couldn't afford to dilly-dally with others. "Wir werden uns heute durchsetzen." "We will prevail today." she murmurred mostly to herself, her eyes too sharply focused to be seen as normal. "I will make sure." For she held power beyond these two mortal's belief.

As the rain pelted down, she found a moment to take care of her teeth, sharpened like finely honed daggers, which required meticulous maintenance. She approached a gnarled tree stump and, with calculated precision, chomped down on its rugged surface. Each bite served as a crude yet effective means of ensuring she was prepared.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 1 + 8 + 16 + 7

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus

EDIT: not partaking, exited

Though the yearling would arrive with the quietest of chuffs and glance at the trio already present, it is the company of @Roarke that most draws her attention. Though she has yet to truly decide if she valued him for his training, or more for her curious interest in a fascinatingly large and seasoned male. Regardless, she benefited from him, and she liked it.

"So I've been thinking," she addressed to him quietly as they arrived, plucking her talons in the damp soil as a light rain pattered down, "You said we don't chase. But then how do we hunt alone?" A pause, regarding him with an easy smile, "And how would I... last longer?" Hunting or fighting, it was all relevant.

"You say we are powerful, but how do I get... more so?"

+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (Ambushing)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (Stamina)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (Strength)
* Roarke answers immediately below.

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9 years, no bonus

Roarke has... no idea how he ended up being trailed by the girl. After the hunt, she just kept turning up in places - or she would spy him and make herself at home at his side. Between @Birdie and Muriel, he has the growing fear he has a 'free babysitter' sign plastered somewhere.

Gods help him.

"We sneak." He finds himself answering regardless. His voice is low, barely a whisper as he drops to his belly, his eye cast at the purple girl. "We ambush. Stay down wind, low, and have patience."

Roarke looks around at the others, and then nods for Birdie to copy his stance. "Training is the only way to gain endurance. Same with growing stronger. Strength and endurance comes with age and training - but training above all else. Hunts are a good way to train when you cannot fight."

1 year, no bonus

Biting October air settles around her like a cold blanket as she traverses the jungle, visiting the odd gnetum bush as she goes. High-growing and easy to spot, she's already assembled a respectable batch of the stuff when the sound of chuffing, ever so quiet, comes to her. Her stomach gives a rumble, and realizing she could do with a meal, she casts a quick look around, finally storing the already collected plants into a hollow tree. Giving a self-satisfied nod, she bounds off into the direction of the summons, hummering a summery little tune ill-fitted for the heavy gloom that lies over the land.

Beatnik
+20 participate in a group or pride event

Nursemaid
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Gather herbs for nursing or birthing

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 13 + 12 + 15 + 3

BG — ART — CODE

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

The day is curtained by rainfall, pearls of rain collecting on his ivory pelt but failing to creep past the guard hairs. As autumn makes its advent, he finds himself caught in the downpour more and more often. Still he runs, his bulk hurtling through the jungle with surprising speed.

A chuff peals out across the jungle, barely audible above the thin rain, and he slows and stops, slinking into the direction of the noise. He awkwardly sidles up to the group, claws withdrawing from their sheaths as he sharpens them on a tree. Then he crouches down, his hulking white form rather conspicuous amongst the green—no one tell him.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 9 + 20 + 18 + 11

code to pine

The last spells of rain before the winter sounded like a blissful white noise, pitter-pattering against the thick canopy above their heads. The river was swollen, months of on-and-off rains causing its levels to rise well past the sandbanks of droughts from years past. Plants bloomed from her shores, and it took all of Kvare's strength to navigate through the gnarled roots and tangled branches of trees felled in the rising water. The slippery ground beneath forced him to use his strength to hold his footing, and the slight slope upward lasted far too long, testing the limits of his endurance. Despite the noise, and the rough terrain, he was able to locate the gathering group of hunters. He quickly turned on his heels, and began to make his way toward them.

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7 years, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Pal) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Barb) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 10

Art by Drifty, table by cala

The river had long been a point of contention. It's overflowing stridor had come dangerously close to her mother's temporary den just outside the Mire, and there had long been talks of needing to move her before she was quite well enough for it yet. Melusina had fallen into her duties after that, plunging into the surrounding territories in search of herbs, medicines, anything that could help. She'd quite a growing collection by the time she'd stumbled upon the hunt, and eager to eventually throw herself into one, too, she lingered nearby. Perhaps if she were to offer some of her herbs afterward, they might let her watch and learn.

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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)

Table by cala, art by drifty

sun summoner.

The warmer territories had not quite been touched by winter. Where it had been snowing in the distant north, it had now begun to turn into a brisk rainfall. The ground were wet, and slippery; but long had Radahn grown used to its strange, damp texture. The thick canopy above kept most of the rainfall from penetrating, but the rainforest had a knack for constantly remaining wet. He encroached upon the hunt with purpose, already long having prayed to his Gods for good will and good hunting; there was little else that the Carrion Prince enjoyed beyond this. Instinct, freedom.

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1 year, no bonuses.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 10 + 7 + 14 + 5

Code & art by cala