she-wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

The heat were nearly overbearing. Ashaera's lips were parted in a pant, large paws struggling on the uneven, shifting terrain. She'd found temporary solace in a break in the dunes, but the heat were still pressing, and she'd found little space for shelter. Choosing to hunt here had certainly been a choice, but she would never shirk from a challenge, not when she'd been following such a delectable scent. She could hear Arwen's alarmed calls from above-head, signaling that she were hastily closing in on her prey.

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3 years, no bonuses.
+40 (x2) Successfully lead a large hunt
+40 (x2) Successfully lead 3 hunts in 1 OOC month (1/3)
+20 (x2) Take down hard or extra hard prey or
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 20 + 17 + 14 + 12

Art by Kite, table by cala

 

yavanna the white

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3 years, no bonus

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 Discuss the features of a territory with someone
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

If she died here she would haunt Ashaera until the end of days. The day was no friend of hers, no solace or vision of good. and neither was the heat it offered in the warm months. Yavanna didn't give the energy to hate much but the heat was in the top running. The dry earth felt odd beneath her toes and she was quite sure it was everywhere it shouldn't be along with the dust that was tickling her nose and she would never get the feel of it out of her coat. Yes, she was owed big time for tagging along on this venture. Yavanna may love nature but this place loved no one. "The ground's got a crack like a croc's mouth up there. Step lightly," she offers quietly, watching her own footing. She was, after all, the heavier party. Good in some instances, bad in the instance that the earth decided to no longer want to be beneath them — she was definitely going to haunt her if that was how she went.

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

Aurelia

still the curled fists gripping the yes of the world, the cadence of tragedy, the yes of night shepherding shadows closer to home. Yes, the moon, the bright unending.

The badlands were a familiar territory. She'd watched the endless expanse of it from her prison in the Oasis, had could have sworn she saw the sea rise and swallow the vast horizon. But it had all been a distant dream, and however un-eager she was to return to such a place, Aurelia found herself here regardless. Hunting prey here would be decisively awful for a woman of her capabilities, thus, Aurelia quickly found herself a particularly pleasant spot underneath an alcove, a rock long beaten down by sands had just enough space underneath for her to fit. While she were no viper capable of launching herself from her hiding spot with speed and precision, it might just be enough to surprise any prey that comes running by.

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1 year, no bonuses.
+40 (x2) Solve a major problem for your pride (1/2)
+20 (x2) Win a strategy game or best someone else (1/2)
+20 (x2) Test a theory that turns out to be right (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 6 + 13 + 4 + 18

code by cala, art by kite

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hey’ll last until you’re seared to ashes / whatever persists or turns to pain between us / they will still be there

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He'd frequented this place enough to know just how hot it became, even in the throes of coming winter. It were a particularly pleasant day, the sun didn't quite burn so bad, despite the dark of his pelt greedily grasping for any heat it could. It only grew hotter as his pace hastened, drawing him across the territory with fervent intent. There were prey animals nearby, and a growing group of gathering hunters. The winter often spelled disaster, and thus, Kvare was eager to continue to replenish their stores for as long as he could. Kvare trotted his way over toward the group, utilizing the moments just before to exercise in place, shifting from foot-to-foot, preparing his limbs for the thrill of the hunt.

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

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 9 + 3 + 5 + 12

Art by TomoTheBear, table by cala

IANTHE

There was so much more to Amaryllis than Ianthe knew what to do with. Having been sheltered under Ecrosia’s secluded canopy all her life, it hadn’t occurred to the princess how different the outside world could look.
Usually, it was a pleasant surprise – the obsidian beach or the lush grove – but today found Ianthe in what could only be described as a wasteland. Dusted, cracked earth, and jagged formations which loomed forebodingly over such a small lioness.

Also, it was hot.
Nothing was meant to live here, Ianthe thinks, though she’d been able to acquire some birthing herbs from what had to be the most indestructible plants in the world.
Still, despite all the hostile elements of the land telling Ianthe she should leave, the princess couldn't help but feel nudged in a certain direction. It wasn't until she saw the hunting party that she thought, ah, of course.
Perhaps one of Hekate's Gods was trying to get her to become a ranger. They had a better chance getting her to live here.

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

Erudite:
+10 Practice the skills of another trade (Find a notable landmark in a territory)

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1 year, no bonuses

Clouds covered the skies, maube rain or maybe not. But whatever the weather might be, it wasnt going to stop Ciara from the goal she had placed upon herself today. With a rusting made hide bag on her side, she had come to the desertic regions to check out what kind of plants there might be, even more if there were for medicinal uses. So with such thing she came and now she started to check on the floar of the territory, as her eyes of green eyed everything.

She spotted fallen branches with yellow flowers. Nodding she grabbed some and putted them on her satchel, colleting some of them to check them out back in the Mire. But then she spotted some lions that seemed to be wanting to hunt. She decided to help and maybe keep with her own thing later.

Hunt roll luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 18 + 12 + 2 + 3

X2 EXP:
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
(possible)
+10 Study the flora of a neutral territory
+10 Collect herbs

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3 years, Ranger level 5: +1 to dice, -1 prey dodge. Gives every lion in the hunt a +1 to hunt rolls, counts as two lions, specializes in Elephant Calf(Auto success if received as prey item)

The chilly winds of auntumn hit the female's lanky frame, as she walked around the clay and dusty terrain. A soft smile rested upon her wheat lips, cyan eyes eyeing the place. She wanted to hunt here today. She sniffed the air, trying to catch any interesting scents, anything that could lead to prey. But as she did, she cuaght the smell of lions, slowly she followed the trail, her bobbed tail arching over her rear. Pointy ears aware of the sounds of her surroundings.

And there she spotted them, a group of lions. It seemed she had found a hunting party, a good thing! "Heya guys!" She said at those around, but keeping her voice low so she didnt spoke any potential prey. Happily she took her place to help.

Hunt roll luck:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 14 + 19 + 17 + 11 + 1

X2 EXP:
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Socialize with 2 other characters in a thread

Code by Danyeen - Art by Drifty

Hunt roll luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 19 + 10 + 2 + 13

2 years, ranger level 2 +1 to dice

Io wasnt far when she spotted a group of lions, who seemed to be going into a hunting formation. She had come here to study how prey animals could live in such a harsh climate, if there were any chances they could prosper here, but the hunt might help her solve her question, and besides The hunter in her would never forgive her should she dare ignore the wish, the urge to bring down prey. She might had things to do, but her pride might would welcome the extra food she might get from this hunt. She might wasnt made to fight, but she wanted to prove them her worth in her own way. Hunting was her main way to do so, beside her growing knowledge and intellect.

As such the lioness change her route right towards the hunting party. muscles ready to pounce at anything they might could catch.

X2 exp:
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
Erudite:
+10 Study the natural world
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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{3 years | No bonus}

Through forces unbeknownst to the golden girl, she was drawn once more to the badlands. No less haunted was she the second time around than when she first set paw on the splattering, cracked earth. The dry air scratched against her throat as she took a deep breath in. Unlike her previous experience, she had a plan. From her prior ventures to the badlands, Lune had spotted a forest of baobab trees down a rocky path. Closing her eyes, she pulled for the mental map she had noted out, tracing down the trees. Lune knew she had her work cut out for her as she approached the clearing of tall trees. The girl slowly raised up on her hind legs to snap off a clump of bright green fruit. Her collection hit the ground with a soft thud. Lune pressed her nose against the most fruit, drying off her webs prior to collection. With all of the hunts going on, it would hurt to have something to squash the fatigue.

She was not able to collect long for she heard the familiar call of the hunt. Lune pushed her herb collection beneath some exposed baobab roots, letting the darkness enshroud them in a blanket of protection before taking off in the direction of the call. Lune was pleased as she approached a gathering hunting group. Her attention was laser focus of what might wander within their radius.

Medic Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)
+10 (x2) Collect herbs (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Dry or prepare herbs for use (1/2)

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 10 + 13 + 11 + 1

There was no water here to wash herself, and the very little foliage that did exist was dry and scarce. Spindly carcasses bending in the wind, not anything that could help her to hide. She would have to rely on the short mountains that sprung up, scattered across the badlands to shield her from view of the other lions in the distance. It would be far more difficult to go unnoticed here than it would in other lands, but as she had told Aeistrios, she had never been afraid of a challenge. Dropping to the ground, she rolled in the dirt, letting it coat her fur. She hoped it would be enough to dampen her scent enough that she wouldn’t be noticed, but to be on the safe side, she stayed downwind from those ahead of her. Creeping forward, she found a divet in the ground deep enough for her to settle into, flat on her belly, and she watched the others from a distance, hoping to remain invisible until the crowd began to disperse. Renfri is attempting to hide! +10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) +5 Study the landscape of an area +5 Practice hiding your scent

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