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

Winter had long begun to plunge this territory into a snowy abandon. The ground were covered in fresh power, and more still fell from the sky above head. The dusk had long receded to the dark, and the clouds hiding the moon and her stars had cast a deep shadow across the Freeze. It had taken only moments for her eyes to adjust, but she could still see the silhouettes of the herd she'd been stalking gathering upon the tundra, beginning to retire for a bitter night yet to come. Ashaera had little intention of letting them sleep, however.

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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: 5 + 4 + 8 + 10 + 19

Art by Kite, table by cala

OH, AND YOU RIP OUT MY RIBCAGE OPEN AND DEVOUR WHAT'S TRULY YOURS

the freeze will always be home, in some perverse way. even with the trauma(s) associated with the tundra, even with the painful memories and the threat of revenge that hangs in the air, sheol cannot help but be pulled here.

here, where she spent so much time with faolán.
here, where they were almost freed.
did they want to be freed, any longer? did they ever want to be in the first place?

so when the stranger eases through the darkness of the evening, tracking a half-slumbering herd on the outskirts of the freeze, sheol takes notice.

she peers with bright eyes through the little outcropping of rock she'd denned up in, pulling herself carefully from beneath the gray stone only when the other has moved by. she eases herself into the snow and rolls, packing it onto herself where she can and doing her best to cleanse her fur of saliva from grooming or any noticeable scent.

and then sheol moves carefully after the other, skulking along the stones and tall grasses where she can, moving as slowly and silently as she can. there's nothing sinister in the other's posture, but sheol was never a creature of trust - and now? now she's worse.

attempting to hide

+10 follow a character without getting caught (x2)
+20 successfully stay hidden for the length of a thread (x2)
+10 practice covering your scent

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 9 + 18 + 14 + 6

2 years, ranger level 2

The cold was new to her, a different sensation of what she was used to. From the warmer bluffs this land had its own unique features. Snow and ice seemed to be what characterized this region out of all others. But it didn't only mean just different climate, but maybe prey too. Prey she could hunt? She theorized there were similar prey items, rather than different animals from anywhere else. She wanted to see if her theory was right or not.

Like that she explored the place to study what kind of animals were around here. In a way studying the natural world.

But then she spotted a solitary female seeking for prey or so she assumed. She approached wanting to help out even if she wasn't asked for it. She used some bushes to hide, quiet and stealthy Io was ready to pounce.

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Study the natural world
+10 Test a theory that turns out to be wrong or +20 Test a theory that turns out to be right

code by shaz

3 years, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 2 + 4 + 19

How fortuitous that the hunters had gathered in the far reaches of the summit. Dumah crossed the dark, silent mountains with a lightness in his steps. The night was intoxicating to the male, promising secrets and wonders that the daylight denied him. His ashen pelt melted into the embrace of darkness, hopefully tipping the odds in their favour.

Along the way, he stopped to inspect a tree with sharp protrusions and a pungent, refreshing scent. Dumah rolled in the twigs, eager to get the scent on his skin. Then he rubbed himself against a moss-covered rock, looking like a creature from the stories that parents warn their cubs about. Or so he hoped.

Freshly fallen snow covered his tracks, streaking his sides like starlight. The tundra seemed deceptively smooth and featureless under its white blanket and moonless sky. Dumah mewed softly to the two females already waiting and scanned his surroundings for any sign of prey.

The silhouettes of animals huddled together against the cold made him think. All life struggled to survive in this frozen land. Injury or fatigue could cost one's life, and fate cared little whether the victim was predator or prey. With a chill in his heart, Dumah whispered a secret prayer to his god before settling into a hunter's crouch.

Potential exp:
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2) (1/2)
+5 Practice hiding your scent (x2)
+5 Study the landscape of an area (x2)
+5 Practice disguising your appearance (x2)

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yavanna the white

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3 years, no bonus

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Scout a neutral territory
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

Yavanna knew the herds in these parts were moving more, seeking shelter and water sources as their normal ones started to freeze over from the impending cold of winter. The snow was starting to stick to the ground these days and it made seeking out food sources a little more of a working process. She had been scouting the Freeze as she usually did in the winter months when food sources were to become scarce and she needed to know where to look. @Ashaera is a welcome face amongst the gathering that she notices while watching the herd in its obliviousness. The woman shifts herself into a crouching position, the snow a gracious cover, anxiously waiting.

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 17 + 7 + 4 + 1

The large expanse of the freeze were one of the first territories gripped by winter. Long had snowfall begun to swallow the territory, the first threat of seasonal shift written into the very land. The herds had long abandoned this place, but stragglers remained; those adept for the tundra were well-hidden among their burrows, but those who'd left too late after their herds were struggling, starving. Kvare allowed his claws to track along the open rockface where snow had yet to fully stick, effectively sharpening them, and his pace heightened, desperate to start following their trail and prepare his strength for the hunt.

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

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 14 + 10 + 18 + 12

Art by Drifty, table by cala

It were too cold for Melusina, and it were too cold to find any herbs. Long had the Freeze been plunged in its months-long winter, and she'd missed the opportunity to study its plants. She'd only just gotten old enough, strong enough to venture north, but fate would not be so kind to the little lioness. She'd brought her own supplies, thankfully, and had quickly began to work creating poultices out of her current stores. She was thankful, then, that a hunt had begun nearby; at the very least, she could warm herself by running.

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5 months, doesn't 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

Khadija

2 years, no bonuses

The cold was a new sensation for the now adult lioness.

These parts were very cold, and until now she knew about this place's existence. How coudl something so cold be around? The brook was very different from this tundra. From running water and temperate climate, to one where ice and cold reigned instead.

But none of it stopped her, she wanted to explore and maybe find any fun herbs she might could bring back with her. After joining the new pride, she had been needing a new garden. Her old one stood back in the Plains, so it was time for a new one.

She checked the plants in these lands. Impressingly there were plants in this cold place, she checked on them with great surprise. She started to collect some of them.

But then she spotted activity at the distance. Lions, plenty of them that were seemingly going to hunt something. Leaving what she was doing she went to check out and maybe help.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 1 + 20 + 11 + 14

Medic
+10 Study the flora of a neutral territory
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 collect a herb

coded by flea - Art by Shazaki

{3 years | No bonus}

Night fall had lured the moonchild out from her light slumber. A quiet rumble in the pit of her stomach drew her further forward. Hunger tugged at her like the glowing moon above pulled at the ocean's wave. Listlessly she kept walking. Darkness rendering her frigid surroundings unfamiliar. Lune lifted her eyes to her mother moon, wishing for warmth, wishing for food. Feeling the chill deep in her bones, she pushes herself into the folds of the earth, burying her essence in cold clumps of dirt. The golden girl wishes for nothing more to fade away, to give her scent over to the elements, to succumb to the severe beauty of the cold.

Harsh wind laid its rough hands on her porcelain face. Faint scents of other lions mixed in the breeze pulled her out of her kiddie pool of misery. Ears up in attention, she slipped forward, trying to follow the scent on the breeze. It was not long before she laid eyes upon the group of lions gathering and she approached them as a sailor of a shipwreck grabbing on to a buoy.

Pathfinder Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Practice covering your scent (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Take part in a successful hunt (1/2)

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 14 + 11 + 15

Renfri did not often venture north. The snow left her feeling far too exposed with her darkly colored coat, but under the cover of night, she was much more easily able to blend in, and her thick fur helped to shield her from the worst of the bitter winds. The ground was covered in snow already, a bitter reminder of the winter that was to come, and the young children she would have to ensure survived it. Again, there was a crowd forming ahead, the main reason she persisted forward. She stayed low to the ground, making sure her steps were silent in the freshly fallen snow as she trailed closer. She hoped to be gone by the time anyone came this way and noticed an extra set of pawsteps that branched off from any others that may have already passed this way. Once she had found a low spot to crouch and watch the group from a distance, she took a look around, noting the steep cliffs that encompassed the Freeze. She might have thought it would block some of the wind in the valley, but it was just as harsh and cold here as the rest of the north. Renfri is attempting to hide! +10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) +5 Study the landscape of an area +5 Practice speed or stealth (assassin)

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