3yo   lv4 ranger
+1 hunt rolls    -1 to prey dodgeThe night’s grapple on the hour waned, loosening in tendrils of feinted gold and a subtle sapphire glow. A low, humbled shade that glistened on dewy leaves, and the stillness of their oasis jewel. Aidoneus evaded slumber, her moods and energies tilting with the seasons. With dawn encroaching across the shifting sands, blowing gossamer threads of chain link grain, gilt and arid. And in tandem, towed in the long and low drag, sweetened fear. Their scent scattered across their blessed home, and the Huntress welcomed it. Stirred further into wakefulness, she crept towards the root of the scent. Hunger invoked that instinct, and she glanced towards the greenery, seeking out the faces of the day’s hunting companions.

i fear no evil

4 years old, no bonus, pride tier 4

He appreciates @Aidoneus for her ambition. He wasn't quite certain what he'd been expecting when they'd first met, but she has done little else than prove her worth and talent in her trade. Seneca trails quietly after her path, following the footprints in the sand as a slow wind ruffles through his mane. It brings with it the promise of spring, a change of tides -- for greenery to bloom once more and for the pride to not have to worry about where each meal might be coming from. He catches sight of her and prowls closer, brushing up alongside the barred lioness as they wait for a hunting party to assemble, and he can't help a halfway teasing nip at her ear while they're still alone.

the shadow is mine, and so is the valley

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Age: 6 y/o
Trade Bonus: N/A

Iofiel watched the change of time. The world always seemed so calm and silent during these times. It almost felt like a sacred moment. That to speak now would break some sort of magical hold that was on the world.

It wasn't sound that interrupted it but smell instead. Others were up and moving. Not a particularly unusual thing. But amidst the smell of lions there was the smell of prey. Ah, so that was what the others were about.

Giving a last glance towards the horizon the pale male got up to go and join the others. It was a small gathering still when he got there. Faces that had become the usual at these things. But it also had him glancing around for the Princesses as they had shown up at a prior hunt and he didn't want to risk them getting injured should they decide to show.

5 years old, no bonus

she'd always been an early riser and so it is no surprise to find the azar up and about already. she is nearby when the call goes up and it takes only a moment of hesitance before she turns her paws. lingering thick beneath the smell of morning dew and warm sands there is prey on the wind, though she cannot quite place it. it is good to be moving again, to be of purpose again -- though the space at her side is decidedly lacking. quietly she joins the growing group, keeping low to the beloved sands, ears fixated forward and her attention sharp. with the morning being so still, and the weather so mild, they would need to be extra sharp to get the jump on anything lurking here.

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i'd swim the ocean for you,

5 yrs old , no bonus

It would appear that the pride had many days to hunt as the numbers grew. Faces had begun to feel familiar at each event. Every time his gaze befell Seneca there was a small bit of respect that accumulated for a pride leader willing to put in dirty work. It was @Ashelia, though, that he would hunt beside as he drew closer to the lioness, maintaining an appropriate distance as he sidled next to her. Neutral planes of his face remained unchanged even as he looked to the paler lioness, happy to have a partner among lions that he trusted despite neither of them being professional hunters. His hope was that the hunt carried swiftly, ending early enough that he might have time to check the borders before heading to his den.

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Four years, no perks

She too was awake in the early dawn, but not because she had just woken up. No, it was because she was just coming back from her nightly wanderings and searching for herbs. As it was, the fastest way back to her den took her directly to the group that was forming, and skirting around them at that point was going to be obvious at best. So, despite her tiredness she came to join them, lingering on the edge of the group. What was it they were up to? Oh, that girl who had claimed the title of lead hunter was there so she supposed she could guess. Didn't these lions ever get bored of hunting?

1 year, no bonus

He was awake already, contemplating the first rays of the sun peak through the former dark skies, bringing a contrast between dark and light, night and day. But there won't be time to sit and contemplate nature's work, as a hunt was in order with the lead huntress calling for them all to join into a hunt. The young man quick on his walk joined the rest and waited for indications from the leader of this hunt. His developing mane moved along the wind, ears switching, as he heard noises around, birds and small crouching, ready to locate any potential prey. He was ready and loaded. He felt anxious but not completely, trusting in the adults to bring whatever was available down to eat.

4 years, no bonus

@Aidoneus calls, and elvira comes.

the woman has proven a friend, even in the short time they've known one another, and vira is keen to return that friendship in any way she can. she is not the kind to simply take, and so she drags her mostly-healed body into attendance, offering a smile to her friend as she takes a spot in the back of the group. she's small and fast; surely she can be of some use as a chaser? it's time to start proving she's useful, else seneca might kick her out. she doesn't want to leave - for the first time in a long time, she feels like she might be home.

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the high priestess

I get high, and I love to get low, So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll

2 years, no bonus.

Hunger brings the lithe maiden forward, the thirst to consume, the urge to chase down prey, a persistent ache in the heart her of iron resolve. There is a menagerie of fragrances lingering upon the misty air - a collective musk, thick with the unbridled scents of Andal Oasis. A hunting party has begun, called forth by the lead huntress, and Esmerée is quick to indulge, sliding gracefully off her isolated perch to at last join the open-arms of her new pride. Her lithesome body ripples in all their feline slenderness, shifting with the viperine grace of a serpent, as her figure now glides into view. Esmerée keeps mostly to herself, although her lilac eyes trace the strangers' faces one by one, a brief flash of familiarity settling finally upon the king. He must be @Seneca, she thinks, her lashes drifting low above her cheekbone, filing away the information in a soft, graceful blink. A readiness envelopes her athletic figure, the energy she feels static and electrifying; Esmerée is ready to assist the hunting party, her eagerness roused by the sun's razing warmth as they soothe the arc of her muscles with a brazen heat.

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HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Easy; African hare
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 8 Adults, 1 Yearling, Lead Hunter, Pride Tier 4; 16 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 19
Lion Hits: 12
Prey Dodges: 1

Lion Successful Hits: 11

LIONS HAVE WON!

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