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

Patience withering, she rises from her hole as the latest autumn rain-shower winds down to a light drizzle. Sand clings to damp hair that is slicked to her nearly-grown frame, and she gives herself a rough shake to disperse both from her skin. Too large still are her paws, they always will be, and they thud quietly as she begins to pace down the western shore. Yawning, she figures she'll give the borders one last haunt before moving inland of the Lagoon. Rain peppers her forehead and slouching shoulder blades, but so does the sun cutting a swathe of light through the rapidly dispersing clouds. Casting her eyes upward, she squints against the tickle of water on her face, measuring the sky, noting the afternoon sun's distance from the horizon.

When she is a third of the way into her journey along the sandbar, the precipitation has stopped entirely. The air around her has cooled, but the sand beneath her paws has grown hot in the glare of the setting sun. Off to her left, where palms and ferns dance as deposits of water fall, droplets slithering down every leaf and stem, a fine mist lingers a few inches above the ground. Ursula speeds her gait, jogging through the remaining portion of her patrol. Abruptly turning inland once finished, the girl sets about attempting to locate a member of her family. Lately she has been keeping to herself a lot, showing her face sporadically, throwing herself into patrols, sequestering herself to her hole because it's the only thing that makes sense. As such, she hasn't seen much of them.

Today she tries to change that. Granted she's hungry and has been for a day now, but what bonding experience was better than hunting? She thinks none. Trotting toward the den that they'd all initially shared, she peeks in to see if anyone is home, as well as taking stock of who seemed to be using it still. Just because she hasn't been, she doesn't expect all of them would abandon it so easily. If she found one or more of them, she would gather their attention with a scuff of her foot in the dirt. Oi. Once eyes are upon her, she lifts her left forepaw as though kissing a snake, pressing her claws to her dark mouth twice. Food. Perhaps she should learn a word for hunt.

And so that continued, the yearling rounding the island slowly but surely in an attempt to collect as many of her family as she could, those that remained of the Dieudonné included. If she came upon a stranger (for they all are still strangers; she has thus far been avoiding them) she chose this time to offer them the same invitation. Whether they understood it or one of her siblings let them in on the know, she doesn't linger to figure out. Once she believes that she has found everyone who was currently on the island, Ursula transitions to searching for prey instead of lions, beginning first by smelling the still-damp air with an upturned chin. It offered a slight challenge, but it's better than the constant downpour they've faced all day. The residual fog, even, gives them added cover, as well as tamps down the collection of their scents as they seek prey.

(?) +20 Successfully lead a group hunt (5+ lions)
+5 Study the weather and how it will affect hunting
+5 Use the weather to your advantage in a hunt

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STATS: Seven years old, no trade bonus, pride level 1.


At this point in time, Magnus had only met with a few of the Bezra siblings. Beelzebub and Echo he knew relatively well - though he could not say for sure whether he could consider their loyalties shifted yet, as he knew better than to get ahead of himself though. He knew that there were more of them, though - he'd only caught brief glimpses. This particular girl - @Ursula - seemed to be prowling around as if in search of something in particular. Curious, the Jarl would follow her. There would come a point where it was clear that she was on the hunt, and - wordlessly - he would move to stand parallel to her. Offering a quiet and low chuff of greeting - of acknowledgement - before testing the air himself, hoping to catch a promising trail at some point soon.

the finest fury is the most controlled

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4 years old - ranger lvl 2 - +1 hit rolls, +1 hunt rolls

even with her little ones to nurture, they are growing so quickly that desdemona is able to take small bouts of time to herself - enough to stretch her legs and breathe, away from the mewling and milk scent although she loves them dearly. a quick stretch outside the den proves to lead something more interesting - a gathering of members for a hunt, and desdemona obliges, keen to stop her skills from deteriorating. the air is wet with rain and the sand damp enough to provide a little more traction underfoot. the fog that hovers over the lagoon could prove useful and the lioness praises the yearling that has rung this together, satisfied with their judgement.

only as she arrives, the patchwork cat notices her husband and seeks to sidle up to his side. perhaps he'd be upset with her for straying already, but she takes the risk, clearly poised and ready to hunt - content, for once, to let someone else lead the way in lieu of supporting.

@Ursula @Magnus

 

She is drawn to her, curious, recognizing the signs of a lioness on the hunt. Asteria had plans, big plans, and learning how to hunt was one of the steps she must take. Having spent several months on her own she had learned only what she could through trial and error, practicing her stalking and pouncing with some tips picked up on the way. There had been more than a few to influence her - Hiccup, Eric, Faevyre, Gawain, Lazarus, to name some - but she had never been able to watch a true hunt.

Magnus joined the stranger and the black Zero watched closely. A small shrub at the base of a tree gives her a place to hide — she does not wish to interrupt or be in the way. She has grown but her body was still small and she tucks easily in to the shadows. There are several gathered and a thrill ran through her, hoping that she would finally be fortunate enough to witness a true kill.

-asteria is attempting to hide-

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yearling, no bonus, pride tier 1 Andromache turns at the sound of approach and her dark features lift in happiness when she sees @Ursula beckoning her for a hunt. The darkest Bezra hadn't been doing anything important anyway, but she would never be the one to deny Ursula a hunt regardless of what she was doing. Others came too, not their siblings or former allies but the new regime. As Andy moved to stand just behind Ursula so she could better follow her lead, she notice @Magnus giving her a greeting. "She can't hear you... just so you know."

Her voice was quiet, even for being hushed tones, but Andy didn't exactly speak up often. As she looked at the dark Sovereign she wondered if he remembered the pair of them. They were the other part of the trio he'd watched Vermier herd home to this very place. "Her name is Ursula," she said, though uncertain if her sister would approve. It was at least one way to get her attention if he did intend to try to get on her better side, though. "I'm Andromache." She said this last bit just a tiny bit louder so @Desdemona and @Asteria might hear, too, before lapsing back into silence, waiting for her other siblings.

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yearling, no bonus Their most quiet sister is busy today, snuffling her way around the island and drawing Bee's attention. She knows how much @Ursula loves to hunt, and how good at it she has become. Whilst she is still somewhat unsettled with her place in the Lagoon now, she has decided to grin and bear it for however long she has to; all she wants is for her and her sisters to end up wherever Amara and Cassine are. The Bezras have always done what they need to survive, and that's simply what they're doing now. She slinks up to @Andromache's free side, her ears flicking idly as her sister explains their sibling's impairment. "She has a wicked sense of smell, though," Bee mentions, glancing momentarily towards @Magnus and @Desdemona before prowling after Ursula, who is like a hound on a trail.

5 years, No trade bonuses

It is not very often that she gets a moment away from the babies but when she does she hopes to help out the pride as best as she can. Today would be no different as the dark Queen makes her way through the Lagoon. She was still getting accustomed to the terrain so it took her a bit longer to make her way towards the small group of individuals that had gathered. Nadia was happy to see both @Magnus and @Desdemona present and offers them a very quiet chuff of greeting before moving to take her place among the others. Her gaze would briefly flicker to @Ursula, @Andromache, and @Beelzebub before returning back to Ursula who seemed to be leading them. Nadia would take whatever direction the youth gave, especially if it aided in them being successful in this hunt.

6y / no bonus How long had it been since he'd taken part in a pride hunt? Eons. There had been times when his master had allowed him a select few others to go out on the prowl, but oftentimes they were escorted by guards. It took away the enjoyment that Crixus so eagerly sought in hunting, but Scilla was presenting him with the opportunity to take back what had been lost. The merle gentry arrived quietly, nodding to those in power before settling off to the side in preparation. He certainly didn't feel close enough with Nadia to encroach on her personal space, so the gladiator simply lingered on the outskirts to focus on the task at hand.

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yearling / no bonus

By the time she arrives, the gathering has already grown quite a bit. There are faces she hasn't seen at these hunts before and also the familiar faces of her sisters lingering at the forefront of the crowd. She smirks at @Beelzebub's comment about @Ursula as she sidles up beside @Andromache to affectionally rub her head into her dark sister's shoulder. There was no need for Echo to introduce herself here.

Funny to think her services as a medic has helped the Sigruns more than it has the Dieudonne or even the Bezra. Still, she is glad to have been useful for those around her - to see her hard work begin to pay off.

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS  —

Rolled Prey: Buffalo (hard prey)
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 4 adults, 4 yearling (12 base dice, +2 for two lvl.2 Rangers, +1 for pride tier 1 = 15 dice)

Lion Hits: 8
Prey Dodges: 6

Lion Successful Hits: 2

LIONS HAVE WON!

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