Yearling; no bonus
Set a few days after the first hunt.

A single hunt could not sustain the many growing mouths that resided in the lagoon. Greedy feasting jaws would quickly go through their recent query. Echo all but expected another hunt to be called for immediately after the first, yet a few quiet days pass with no such attempt. The showing at the last hunt had been equally quiet, not many of the numerous yearlings in attendance. It's not a mystery why; the new King was not welcome or favored by much of the populace so why should they help him? And truthfully, everyone is tired. Echo even finds herself tossing and turning at night, wondering if each off-putting bump she hears in the midnight hours is another raid coming to yet again unseat the Lagoon. More than to see Amara rule again, the small Bezra just wants the chaos to end.

Languidly, she lopes around the edge of the lagoon. She feels restless as if she ought to do something with her siblings and with the Dieudonne yearlings that still linger here. She imagines it must be particularly hard for them - especially Cassine. Echo almost feels guilty about her neutrality, maybe she should hate the Sigruns more and violently protest with unsheathed claws and snarling words as they do. It is not that Echo doesn't distrust them but her feelings are far more complicated. Fighting them seemed as fruitless as fighting the currents of the ocean; it was easier to just surrender and get a breath of fresh air while the forced peace lasted, even if it was because of fear of the savagery the Sigrun left in their wake.

Maybe a hunt called by a more friendly voice would rally the broken teens and give them an activity to direct their turbulent emotions into. Trotting further inland, Echo sounds the call. She knows that the Sigrun were likely to attend too of course, but maybe the call coming from her would lure the more resistant of her siblings and old pridemates from their dens.

i lost myself into the night i clipped my wings and fell from flight

yearling, no bonus

@Echo is right. Bee is much more willing to rally to her sister's side, and she is much quicker to heed this call than the one that had come prior. When she isn't alone and brooding in her den or by the water's edge, she is sticking to her siblings like glue -- those of them that allow her, anyway. She frets for Artos and the fact that he hasn't come back since the night he slapped her. Does he truly hate her so much? She shudders slightly and shakes the thought from her mind, trotting after her sister with long, ground-eating strides. When she reaches Echo, she is grateful to see her still alone, and she creeps up to her smaller sister's side, leaning against her spotted pelt. She doesn't doubt that the lions who she hates so much (read: is intimidated by) will be here soon enough, and she doesn't dare let down her guard. Despite being the larger sister, it is Bee who needs Echo's support these days. She no longer has anything left to give.

table by sentinel / art

HUNT STATS: Seven years old, no trade bonuses, no pride tier bonuses.

Little by little, his strength returned to him. Wounds that had bled and hung had now, slowly but surely, begun to knit together; healing skin was weak, sure, but it was there. All Magnus could hope for was to stave off infection; between the administrations of various medically-inclined parties, the Sigrún was certainly on the right track. It was with this in mind that he - determined to keep the pride well-fed and his own protein levels up - would be quick to attend the summons. Hunting was a good way to build on team work, if nothing else. Slowing to a halt he chuffed a low greeting to both @Beelzebub and @Echo, attention settling on the brown-eyed girl - the source of the call, from what he could determine - for just a second longer.

Taking initiative; that bode well. He could only hope that it would not end up being just the three of them.

irish

2 years, no bonus

Her very first hunt, a hunt in her new pride. She didnt know what to expect, but whatever would happen was to be deal with the maturity needed. She knew many of those who used to be their enemies, well at least Magnus' resided here, including the yearling who attacked her. But again, she didnt have any hard feelings nor a wish to seek revenge. Ragna didnt want to waste her time with unnecessary drama. And as she approached the group her pale blue eyes landed into @Beelzebub 's shape. For then traveling to @Echo and then to her uncle @Magnus. She crouched, hiding so she wouldn't scare the potential prey.

ART BY IRISH, CODE BY LARS

yearling, no bonuses It seemed it was now the Sigruns' turn to spend time with the yearling Bezras at every turn. Andromache had decided she'd settled as much as she was like to for now, but she didn't mind hunting. Enjoyed it just as much as scouting when she had to chance to practice at it. It was @Echo who called the hunt together and it made Andy all the more eager for it. When she arrived she would see the hulking form of @Magnus already there and the shadowed Bezra would watch him quietly as she moved to stand next to @Beelzebub. @Ragna was there, too, now and Andromache still found herself reeling at living with the enemy only to find out they weren't very different at all.

table by ferus

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Meet me on the battlefield, even on the darkest night. I will be your sword, your shield, your camouflage.

↟5 years. No bonuses.

The hunter's song rushed through the dark woman as the call from one of the younger lagoon denizens summoned the pride for another rally. The lagoon was suiting her well thus far and she was reveling in the fact that she could live with her sister again. Their previous hunt was small and not quite enough to sustain the growing residents as they were.

As Vitala arrived to answer @Echo's call, she would lay eyes on the familiar faces of those gathered already. Her muscles were ready to aid her in working together again. These hunts were great opportunities to bond and come together as a pride. While there seemed to be some sense of resistance with the younger members, she was hopeful that would become a nonissue.

Crimson eyes bounced between the lions present, dipping her head to @Magnus as she settled in wait to see who else would arrive to take down another bounty.

novi

5 years, pathfinder level 2
Opposite the mud-colored @Beelzebub, Zulema was less likely to heed the call due to not knowing the one who did. Not knowing who it was or why they stayed was not a large factor in the life of the Noble but, as it were, she was loyal to her pride and @Magnus so she arrived begrudgingly. Happy to spot her own sister @Vitala almost instantly and gravitating to her side, brushing up against it with a gentle purr before situating herself for the hunt. The two pairs of sisters, Bee/@Echo & Zu/Vit, were not so far off from one another, wary of each other in some sense as they followed different leaders and they seemed to be at the opposite spectrum of things. But, so long as Magnus kept them and trusted them here then so would Zulema.

table by ferus, art by munk

yearling, level 2 ranger (+1 to hunt rolls)

Visitors have become common at their borders, and the girl isn't so sure that she likes it. Mistrust fuels her investigations, her patrols, but thus far she finds no sign of unrest at these apparent meetings. Only shared scents linger, the grounds absent of claws and tufts of fur. Their Sovereign meets them all, alone - and only a scant few have joined their ranks. Just what he's doing with the others, she cannot begin to guess, and so continues to keep a lookout instead in an effort to figure it out. Stalking seemed a strong word, but it's absolutely what she's doing. So today, when he comes upon her sisters, Ursula picks up her pace from his trail and slides into the area with forward-pressed ears and a raised tail. Agitation apparent, she moves to the other girls' (Andromach now among them) sides, gaze flickering amongst the strangers with unfettered interest. She was beginning to get impatient with all of this guesswork.

code by corvus

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Easy; Goat
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 4 Adults, 4 Yearlings, 1 Lv. 2 Pathfinder, 1 Lv. 2 Ranger; 8 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 14
Lion Hits: 5
Prey Dodges: 1 + 0 = 1

Lion Successful Hits: 4

LIONS HAVE WON!

dice were rolled in discord by @Sylvey. you can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

They appear one by one, but hardly any faces that didn't show up before. Echo had hoped that more of her siblings might appear, but she takes solace in the fact that any showed up at all. She waits quietly as they congregate, eyes glancing from one individual to the other as they approached. @Ursula especially is offered a gentle smile, as Echo can see the uncertainty in the girl. She was already at a disadvantage when it came to understanding complex events, but especially one so nuanced as the one the Bezras find themselves, Echo can't help but think that her deaf sister is doing remarkably well.

Eventually, they have enough, and they commence the hunt with the same tense teamwork they had employed in the first hunt with more or less the same result. More goats. Bloody jaws easily tear flesh and Echo claims a haunch for herself to share with any of her siblings who may want it. With it firmly in her grasp, she trots a good distance away from the Sigrun and their allies, decidedly wanting to avoid sharing a meal with these individuals for now; she would much rather share with her sisters.

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