He paused mid-stride, nostrils flaring as the Mire seemed to breathe into him the scent of prey. Of a meal. The thick swamp clung to his fur as if urging him forward. A board, perhaps, or one of the foolish stags that strayed too far from the edge of their realm. The pale King lowered his head, tongue darting out to taste the humid air, his light eyes narrowing in calculation. The Mire rarely gave gifts without asking for blood in return, and Luther was well aware of that fact.

Raising his head, his voice rang out, echoing through the shadowed groves so his pride may gather. It was the dinner bell. Better not keep him waiting.

5 Years| +1 hit | n/a

Prey Information:

Rolling mediumprideprey 1d29: 26
Buffalo (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 8 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 16 + 17 + 9 + 18

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+5 Patrol your borders
+5 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Kdkgjdg, quit calling for him when he was doing something fun! Although, he probably looked like a lunatic considering he was wandering along the border line, randomly hauling himself straight up one of the trees along the edge of the pride. He'd say he was doing it to work out his shoulder and paw muscles, and to get a better view of their surroundings in case someone was hiding in some foliage or up a tree, but really he was bored and just liked the feeling of being off the ground. What wasn't as much fun was slipping and falling back down lie he did when he heard Luther's call, but hey, he was used to getting bowled around by other lions, so what did it matter if gravity did it?

He laid on his back for a moment, looking up at the furrows his claws had left in the bark when he'd scrambled for purchase, and then rolled his eyes along with his body to get up and go see what fun thing had wandered into the pride now.

{ Six years | +1 hit | N/A }

Hunting Party Total Hits: 3
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 18 + 17

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 13 + 4 + 19 + 11

The Mire gave them its bounty, but it also gave its tests. The buffalo stood in the murky clearing ahead, a great hulking beast with shoulders like stone and horns that curved like twin scythes. It pawed the soft ground, flinging mud and moss with every frustrated stomp, its breath misting in the humid air as its small, dark eyes darted for any sign of threat.

It was alone, separated from its herd, but the Mire had armored it with sheer size. The Rike's gaze sharpened as he took in the challenge. The Mire would demand blood today, but it would not be his.

The Pale King lunged first. Why wait? His claws raked through the swamp’s muck as he charged. The beast bellowed and lowered its horns to meet him. Luther veered at the last moment, circling with a predatory gleam in his eyes, testing the beast’s patience as it swung its head wildly, great clumps of moss and muck flying in its wake.

5 Years| +1 hit | n/a
Hunting Party Total Hits: 3
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 15 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 14 + 12 + 3 + 4

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Well, this was something interesting at least. He wasn't sure what a great idea it was to go after a whole ass buffalo with just two of them... (one and a half?) but they were sure trying it. Everick resisted the urge to roll his eyes, albeit barely, and joined the fray, chasing after Luther and by extension the buffalo. He had to avoid those damn horns, lunging out of the way as the beast's massive head swung his way. Yeesh, come on! He was already missing part of an ear, he didn't need the other one shaved off too! Asshole. Now he was definitely going to get a chunk of this thing.

{ Two years | +1 hit | N/A }

Hunting Party Total Hits: 5
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 4 + 5

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 4 + 9 + 5 + 11

He didn't know who the pale boy was that joined them, but he didn't seem to be very good at hunting. Although, he was exceptionally good at getting the buffalo's attention, and also dodging. Both were good skills, especially the latter if the former was a thing. Akuji took the opportunity to try and actually touch the buffalo though, going for one of its legs and trying to get his jaws around its ankle so he could yank. He knew full well he didn't really have the weight (or the height, shaddup) to fully stop the beast, but surely he could stagger it a little bit.

{ Six years | +1 hit | N/A }

Hunting Party Total Hits: 5
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 10 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 15 + 16 + 2

The buffalo’s bellow reverberated through the swamp. It seemed to rattle the very roots beneath Luther's paws. He circled the beast with the patience of a serpent, his movements a slow, deliberate rhythm that only served to agitate the massive creature further. It snorted, shaking its horned head, its hooves digging deep trenches into the sodden earth. The Pale King allowed himself a flicker of satisfaction. Good. Let it burn its strength in anger. Let it rage. Rage made beasts sloppy.

From the corner of his eye, Luther caught the faintest ripple of movement. @Everick had come to join the task of taking down the large prey, and with that he was certain that they will be triumphant.

Now, Luther growled, the word more exhale than sound, and then he sprang. His powerful limbs launched him at the buffalo’s flank, claws tearing into its tough hide as the beast bellowed and twisted, its massive horns lashing out in desperation. The monarch kept just out of reach, betting on the buffalo's larger stature to slow him down.

5 Years| +1 hit | n/a
Hunting Party Total Hits: 6
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 17 + 20

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 16 + 15 + 19 + 5

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Luther was exceptionally skilled at hunting, Everick noticed. It put his own attempt to shame. But that was just because he'd occupied the beast! Having its attention on him made it easier for Luther (all right sure and the runt) to get in their blows. Maybe now, while its attention was (hopefully) on them, he could get in a few himself. So he didn't allow himself to be dissuaded and continued to harass the buffalo. He was starting to think he wouldn't mind having its skull for his den after this. Or at least one of its horns. That seemed like fun. Yes he decided, he'd take the head for himself. It wasn't like there was a whole lot of meat there, so surely no one would mind. He'd just smack them around if they did.

{ Two years | +1 hit | N/A }

Hunting Party Total Hits: 11
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 13 + 6

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 7 + 12 + 5 + 18