2 years, no bonuses

Ragna wasnt often one to start hunts, hunting wasnt a big part of her skills, being more of a fighter and spy in the make. But she knew that there where times when one had to do something different. Out of the routine, and as her ears switched with movement, she was soon focusing on the noise. She was still a predator despite what she did, and her killer instincts were starting to kick in, to make her pay attention. She wanted to help this time, to start and give the first move, to move first. She wanted to prove her family who she was, not only as a fighter but as a adaptable and versatile Sigrún. And like that she would call for her pride to help her, to join her and bring down a good meal for them all. Hiding in a bush, she was ready. "Megi Vellen færa okkur velgengni í dag." She muttered in an almost unaidable voice.

Megi Vellen færa okkur velgengni í dag.: May Vellen bring us success today.

Code by Cloudy

6 years, no bonuses

she slithers up beside her daughter, keen eyes sweeping the area. "well met, @Ragna." she murmurs fondly, briefly reaching to touch her tail tip to the woman's hip. she's so grown up, now, that she sometimes doesn't recognize her. it hurts her to think that aki, fannar, would also be so adult were they still around. full-maned and well-respected members of the clan. she fights the urge to sigh and forces her mind back to the task at hand. she settles on her stomach, paws readied to spring into action should they find an acceptable prey item.

long way down to the bottom of the river

Hold my hand Ooh, baby, it's a long way down, a long way down. The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight. Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger. Drive your son like a railroad spike into the water, let it pull him under. Don't you lift him, let him drown alive. the good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder. Let that fever make the water rise and let the river run dry. And I said 'Hold my hand.'

code by corvus

1 year, No trade bonuses

The yearling moved at a sluggish pace across the sand, forcing his legs to work despite how badly they fought him. There was still weakness in his right side, an obvious limp in his gait as his right hind would lift with quite a bit more effort then the rest of his limbs. It was a side effect to his drowning, one that would likely remain with him for the rest of his life along with the numbness in his extremities that came and went. As annoying as it was Rasmus was still alive, something that he was very grateful of. Vellen could have chosen to keep him far beneath the ocean but instead had spit him back out on the shore, a newly christened adult in the eyes of the Sigrun. His attention was pulled to the presence of @Ragna and @Saga as he limped closer, eventually pulling to a halt. He would nod to both, he was here to help and wouldn't take no for an answer. It didn't matter that half his body was asleep, he would make it work.

table by ferus

4 years - ranger lvl 2 - +1 to hunt rolls

she feels pride in the effort exhibited by her family - contributing, well rounded members of the lagoon. she isn't familiar with @Ragna, but she is the lead fighter of the pride, a woman not afraid of responsibility, and clearly, @Saga's daughter. desdemona makes her presence known with a chuff, head nodding her acknowledgement in their direction. she also spots @Rasmus and his lumbering gait, the way his body seems to work against him. the woman sidles over near the white furred sigrun prince instead, hoping that he sees her position at his side as strategic instead of filled with worry and concern ( she wants to be there to support him, in case he cannot keep up, or if prey fights back more than expected ). the woman offers him a smile, crouching low beneath the lagoon's foliage and waiting for ragna to give the signal.

1Y || No bonus

A hunt would be called and so a hunt he would attend. Myrkvi padded in the direction of Ragna’s summons to find a group had already gathered. Figuring one more body would be helpful he skirted the group to approach @Rasmus. The shadowy prince opted to gently attempt to lean into his brother’s side in greeting as well as offer him a sturdy being to rest against if he so chose. It pained him to see his brother like this but he was grateful he still had him. Kvi glanced around expectantly to see if anyone else would be joining them.

Art by K'sariya || Code by Zay

one year | pride tier two

she prowled along the outskirts of the group, ears flat and her attention focused solely on the task at hand. beneath @Ragna's lead, voluspa was confident that they would all find success here today, as well as manage to fill their hungry bellies and bolster the strength of their ca he. they had a lot of mouths to feed within the lagoon, after all, and it was important that they continued to look after one another the best that they could.

finally, she slid forward into the thralls of the hunting party, lips pressed into a thin line as she fell into formation, as was expected of her. thoughts raced silently beneath the void exterior of voluspa’s complexion, but she hoped, absently, that this would serve as a temporary distraction from the rest of the world — at least for a little while.

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS  —

Rolled Prey: Blesbok (easy prey)
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 3 adult, 3 yearlings (9 base dice, +1 for level 2 ranger, +1 for pride tier 1 = 11 dice)
Lion Hits: 6
Prey Dodges: 0

Lion Successful Hits: 6

LIONS HAVE WON!

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

it was instinctively that the girl's eyes found themselves shifting back towards her siblings, wanting to keep a close eye on them, while simultaneously keeping herself out of the limelight and avoiding acquiring any sort of attention. and so, it was quietly that she remained perched upon the fringes of the group, hackles raised and her defenses set, as they all stood at the ready beneath her aunt's leadership.

next, they moved in unison, a well-oiled machine of blood, fealty, and ancestry -- and it was only after a brief struggle that the prey fell beneath the weight of their prowess, leaving the hunting party with a decent prize for the cache. a rumble spilled from voluspa's chest as she pulled back from the wave of adrenaline, tongue grazing idly across pointed fangs as she side-stepped out of the way of the other scillans. she was not interested in taking the first bite; instead, the yearling would wait patient for her turn, jumping in only at the end to help take whatever was left back into the folds of the territory. exit.

their victory is an easy one and saga finds herself standing back, pleased, as the youth take center stage. when their prey lay dead at their paws, her gaze sweeps the assembled pride members and she nods, firmly. her eyes skitter to rasmus, carefully taking note of his appearance and whether he's too worn out, and then to desdemona. though she's wordless, there's a tightness around her gaze and a subtle jerk of her chin, hoping that she might understand: help him home? of course, des was a kind soul and between her and voluspa, he will surely make it. he's strong, though, even without them - a vellen blessed adult, now. a long sigh slips from her jaws and she pauses to press her forehead against ragna's shoulder before snatching a haunch of one of the antelope and beginning to drag it back towards the cache. exit

long way down to the bottom of the river

Hold my hand Ooh, baby, it's a long way down, a long way down. The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight. Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger. Drive your son like a railroad spike into the water, let it pull him under. Don't you lift him, let him drown alive. the good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder. Let that fever make the water rise and let the river run dry. And I said 'Hold my hand.'

code by corvus

Two blesbok had become their targets. The group worked in tandem, Myrkvi following Ragna's lead to get the job done. He opted to be take down muscle. He hunkered down in the end zone with those who also joined him. A flurry of action ensues. Myrkvi caught a blesbok as it attempted to run by. The momentum pulls at his frame as he sought to use his weight to pull the creature to the ground. Claws tear into flesh and before he knows it, both of them are down and dead. Myrkvi would check on Rasmus, and depending on the outcome would either help him back or help drag the prey to the cache.

-exit

+5 rolled hunt

Art by K'sariya || Code by Zay