REMEMBER THE DESERT GARDEN
MOONLIGHT ON THE SAND

Time and time again, he finds himself back in the fields. Now, he is interested in starting the hunt, and not merely participating in it. Colt paces forward, and sniffs the air. His eyes scan the white snow; searching for a flash of color. His paws crunch the soft snow, yet he desperately tries not to expose himself to potential meals. Body crouched low to the ground, he marches onwards.

It is then that he spots it, and boy, is it beautiful. Colt gives a quick lick of his lips, and then advances slowly towards the beast. Eyes locked, and claws at the ready. This is going to be a good meal, indeed.

4 Years | N/A
Prey Information:

Rolling hardprey 1d8: 1
Elephant Calf (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 13 + 5

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 17 + 16 + 20 + 9

+10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system [1 / 2] (Double EXP)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system [1 / 2] (Double EXP)
+10 Scout a neutral territory [1 / 2] (Double EXP)

WE LISTEN WITH OPEN EYES
TO THE VOICE OF EL SHADDAI

code by scorpixia ♡︎

May I stand unshaken

Amid, amidst a crash of worlds

There was something about it, the peaceful moments of the fields. Even after all this time. Small paws followed familiar trails with easy, silent and swift moves as the small feline left behind her rock that sat in the middle of her chosen space. Something was on the air and she felt drawn to it. Tufted ears twitched as the scent of a male stung in her nose, lacing back against her skull as she moved.

Silently, lighter on her paws, the small creature approached. Well, at least he found dinner, she thought to herself with a sneer twisting scarred features. While her scarred, sorrel roan pelt didn't quite blend with the snow, at least she could disappear into the heavy layers of snow much easier than lions larger than her. Briefly, icy gaze landed on the male before she focused on their target, claws unsheathing as she moved towards the beast.

4 Years | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 2
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 18 + 2

Hunter Luck Roll:

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

Double EXP
+10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Scout a neutral territory

code by corvus

The gardens hold a special place for Zenith. She is soothed by the sight of the many shapes and colours of the flowers. Their perfume lingers on her skin as she wanders from bloom to bloom. The grasslands are usually filled with the songs of birds and insects, but a sudden hush fell over it. Nature seemed to be holding its breath, and the stillness caused the girl’s body to stiffen. It brings a heightened awareness; She is unnerved by the loudness of her footsteps in the snow as she walked toward the familiar scent of another lion.

Zenith almost missed the male at first. His magpie coat played tricks with her eyes. “Hello there,” she greeted softly, but looked alarmed when she realised what he was looking at. An elephant calf had apparently slipped away from its guardians, and huddled against the cold in the distance. The girl pitied the calf, but she knew it was unwise to dismiss fate’s gift. Her head turned as a light woman approached, and Zenith hoped the scars indicated she was a skilled hunter. She seemed confident enough.

Fortunately for the hunters, it lacked the tusks of a full-grown elephant. She wondered if its skin was thinner too. The waif considered both as she tried to wear it down alongside the others.

2 years | N/A

Hunting Party Total Hits: 4/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 2 + 15

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 5 + 19 + 17 + 14

@Colt @Sadie

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+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+5 Leave a trail of confusing tracks

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Orange, viscous goo gathered beneath the eaves of her black eyes. The glint of sun off the ice deceived with double vision. Sensitive eyes, disused to the brightness among winter, and brain lacking adeptness against the mirage of double vision, plagued the wandering runt. She stepped onto a frozen pond, reflecting like glass but coarse underpaw like unfinished concrete, and sniff-wobbled across it. She left no trail, and bounced off with a grand leap. Lips curled to a silent snarl. Exercise oriented her, but not enough.

Scent attracted her, pitching her chin to a rare upward nod. She followed the scent of lions, confirmed their number with scent, but glared righteously between them as though doubting their true capacity. "You pounce, I follow." Capable and brave in the depths of darkness, she hated the confusion of a rare bright day.

1yo | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 7
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 15

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 17 + 12 + 3 + 4

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Study a plant
+5 Practice speed or stealth

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Under the snow, little stirred. Tangles of roots lay in advanced hibernation. Perhaps the flowers were dead forever. Little pity. Resting on her stomach, too aware of the warmth of her heartbeat, she stared at the portion of the pond-shore she had dug up and the further melting of the ice around the exposed roots, dripping. She wondered if the deadly plants were hardier, like deadly lions tended to be. This would be a good place to plant them. Many gathered flowers here and would never suspect.

Slow poison and schemes existed in the future. In the present, in the winter, there was calm. For a time only. Other lions milled around and she would rather ignore them, if not for the scent of prey. She was a hunter. Of course she was. She was female, and would not slack on her duty! (Duty to rogues? To nothing? She scarcely thought.) She rose and shook herself off. Long fur lay tangled in ribbons, melted water, ice, scraggly with the humidity of her own body.

In her position, she was opposite most of the others, upon what she hoped to be the calf's unsuspecting side once the charge came. She froze in a half crouch, paws spread and joints ready to spring, otherwise not moving. That was the key here, to never draw attention at all. Baby animals were stupid anyway. She could well be a section of exposed riverbank, or maybe a giant pile of bleached dung.

7yo | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 8
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 15 + 14

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 20 + 12 + 1 + 4

They move in a disjointed sort of way, not dissimilar to a bird with a broken wing. They are not in sync in the way that a pride would be, but at the same time, do they really have to be? The group is tied together by hunger and logic: one lion could not fell an elephant without difficulty, but a whole pack of lions leveled the playing field to the point of fairness.

Andraesa darts forward, not so close to the calf that she might be smakced, but enough to provoke a distraction or a shuffle, just enough so that another member of the impromptu hunting party may strike with more deft claws than her own.

2 years | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 11
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 17 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 4 + 2 + 7 + 3

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The brute had already been running within the fields and strengthening his core muscles when he heard the call. Immediately pivoting his body in the direction of the summons and taking a jaunt there, spreading his gait far and wide as he made big leaps to get there. Paws pushing hard against the ground as he lockled his eyes upon the elephant calf and began to take a sprint alongside its right flank. Snapping his own jaws at it as he trumpeted its cries for help, no doubt alerting whatever adult elephants were lingering nearby. Chaeton did not wish to be present for when they showed so he pushed himself that much further to extinguish this calf's flame before it got too bright.

six years | no perk
Hunting Party Total Hits: 13 / 20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 18 + 15

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 1 + 10 + 19 + 5

+10 - Exercise to gain endurance
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

ART • CODE

Once more, a calf without its mother draws the attention of the cheetah, and he stalks forwards. Eyes glued on both the prey, and the predators drawing near it. He stares at the tiny little thing, and feels a pang of pity towards it; no where in sight is its mother - the real danger. The calf seems lost, and confused, which makes Cathán unable to watch for much longer. He reminds himself to focus, and so he pads up to greet his fellow hunters with a quick nod of the head. Let's do this.

2 Years | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 16
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 6 + 20

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 12 + 9 + 3 + 8

+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) ( 1 / 2 ) ( Double EXP )
+10 Study a dangerous animal ( 1 / 2 ) ( Double EXP )
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system ( 1 / 2 ) ( Double EXP )

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image by sunny

Banazir

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Banazir hadn't been part of a big hunt before. Of course, he could hunt, Narsil had ensured that he and Vesemir practiced the skills and sometimes hunted together but two lions were hardly a hunting party... Especially when both were cubs.

Of course, it didn't stop the boy from observing the movement in the distance, colorful hints of movement among green and white. The blue dragonet moved closer sinking lower to the ground to hide as he observed the view before him. As he studied the prints pushed into soft snow and pale winte grass. It was smaller than normal elephant prints, but the shape was the same as the bigger ones he'd seen in the summer. Auntie had explained what they were and had helped him track them. They hadn't hunted then, Fenna had informed him that grown elephants were not easy prey or prey at all unless one was weak or injured. But this one was small, which meant it had to be doable right?

The blue dragonet is eager to join the group of lions as he follows the tracks eventually falling in line with the others. He was not a grand hunter and mostly hung back studying what the others were doing and trying to mimic it. Trying to target the spots others did. To slow it or bleed it or anything else. Yet he could also feel his heart beat faster with every stride of his blue limbs. Feel the adrenaline and excitement build within. This was grand, this was worth telling Mother and Fenna about later. Oh and maybe he could have a piece of it for his collection?

1 year| N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 17
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 12

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 8 + 20 + 2 + 16

January Y12 || Ivelum gardens|| Rogue yearling || 1 year

Potential XP (Double XP event)
Ambassador
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Erudite
+10 Practice the skills of another trade (Ranger, study and track footprints)
+10 Study the natural world

code by corvus, manip by wolfsi

Oh joy, a hunt. She had been planning on trying to gather herbs, but this seemed like it would be more useful for the pride overall. She could bring back some for the caches, or as a gift for someone as a show of her ability to be play nice with others. It was a rarity, from her, so she would understand if others didn't believe she could.

They would have to bring their quarry down first, though, and so she joined the hunt even though the calf was clearly on its last legs. That was the best time to join a hunt, was it not? Right at the end, when you could still say you'd helped but you didn't have to go through all of the chase and trouble.

Okay, she could definitely see why others didn't think she knew how to cooperate.

{ 9 years | N/A }

Hunting Party Total Hits: 19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 3 + 11

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 9 + 4 + 18 + 1