As nightfall approaches, a summer storm rolls in. Uzma has spent some time on the crest of a hill, watching the clouds ripple across the sky and dry lightening crack in the distance. It is liable to make the herds uneasy, and she can take advantage of the chaos and their panic. The wind brings promise of movement nearby, and the huntress descends from her perch into the golden grasses, following after the scent. She isn't quite certain what she's found yet, but she has hopes for something that won't be an utter waste of her time. +5 Study the weather and how it will affect hunting [1/2] +5 Follow the scent of prey [1/2]

my words all fall like empires like an ancient language we used to know

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Aquila happened to not be far offs today. Near enough the scent of Nadira's trail he crossed before the wind blew it away. He began to follow along instead, averting to pace down along the same path as the new Brooks members and see what she was getting into today. Delicate, tasty, aromas began to build on the breeze and instictively he began to move with softer foot steps. He lowered his big form and tried his hardest to not ruin this for her- not scare off whatever she was stalking across the grasslands today. He'd be near if she needed help, if it was big and muscle was needed.

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aryana +10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt +5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system +5 Follow the scent of prey Aryana's nose twitched as she found herself trekking into the fields at night. Restless, the girl was eager to continue working on herself, bettering herself, and felt as if sleep would get in the way of that. At least right now. The scent of prey was strong and the yearling was compelled to follow it, ignoring the brewing storm overhead. Others were here- two of them, and the girl gave a faint smile to them as she joined into the hunt. Hopefully they wouldn't mind her presence too much- but she was far too hopeful to bring down another fresh kill that she wasn't really thinking much for manners.

sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas the garden bites, It had been some time since Corinthian had the pleasure of a hunt. While he could help sustain Ishhara and himself on small game, he felt like the layers of fat that cushioned his abdomen had begun to deplete. Before they found a pride, he would need to make sure he had enough fat left to throw at it. The air was crisp in his senses, the sounds - cricikets and wind in grass- of a summer night sweet and exciting as his pale frame rippled into the field. Casting his good eye on the gathering lions, an unspoken understanding twitched in his mind. The scent of a prey animal wafted into his nostrils, and staying low to the ground he went forward, good eye examining the three gathered. His tail twitched, shoulders flexing as he bared his weight and aimed to nod at them. Their own signatures were diverse, so he figured this was an arrangement of convenience. The thrill of anticipation settled on him, then, good eye falling on the lioness who was drinking in the scent of the animal that might be their quarry. He remained silent, calm and scarred features glinting with a youthful revelry at odds with his otherwise stark looks. " ."

Yearling, no bonus.
Renly was chasing after anything and everything that she could to take her mind off of her missing family members. Out on her own, searching far and wind for those that meant everything to her and for those that also loved the three that were missing. Renly felt it was a part of her responsibility as family to do so and couldn't imagine losing anyone else. The girl didn't hesitate to begin tracking down the scent of prey, immediately losing the worry in her mind over her family, and putting her brain to work elsewhere.

Taking it in the scent, she weaved through several trees and crossed around bushes before spreading out amongst the open fields of Celosia. Desperation for a quick and easy meal becoming her but not without lifting her head and realizing that she wasn't the only one looking for a quick meal. Several lions seemed to have converged upon the same area for the same hunger pains. Eyes roamed over those that she could see, their unknown faces being left to her memory as she configured her courage over her fear. Keeping her mind tuned into the scent and the prey's tracks, hoping that she could distract herself a while longer.

+10 - Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+5 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 - Follow the scent of prey

adult, Level 3 Ranger (+1 to hunt rolls, counts as two lions in any hunt)

Much like the leader of this hunt, Ursula has been waiting as the storm inches persistently across the sky. Nearly an hour now she has rested in the fields, lounging amongst the high grass and lush flowers. Dark is looming, gathering quickly as the sun slips away, obscured even more heavily than usual with both the mist and dense, black clouds rolling in. Visibility will be more compromised with the mist, but she's sure it'll work to her advantage against prey, who have worse eyes than she. Than they, really. Lions are gathering not far off, drawn to a piebald lioness, hinting that she's called for the gathering. Ursula meanders over as well, eyes tracing the many unfamiliar faces here. Only one is familiar, the brilliant red of her pelt unmistakable. Sidling closest to her, the Bezra settles into a crouch, readying herself to help this cluster of hungry beasts in taking down a meal. Gods willing it will be something ample enough to feed them all.

there's a part of her that's been scared to be alone, to be without her siblings, since she's returned to amaryllis. most are still within the land's boundaries and living at wolfbron, so it's easy to trail behind them like a child—fingers curling in the hanging curtain of their cardigan. ursa strikes out on a path, seemingly joining in on a hunt, and una steps into the pawprints she leaves behind: a timid, hulking figure behind the huntress' honed form. pointed ears flatten at the sight of the brewing storm, tucking close to the dense fur of her cheeks and nape, and brown eyes cautiously assess those others that had gathered. she's been gone too long, and doesn't recognise anyone, or their scents.

adult, no bonus

Call him Joe Goldberg and @Uzma his YOU. When he had told her "wherever you go, I follow" he had meant it. Most of the time he doesn't even share her space, just a shadow in the distance, watching her go about her days. There isn't a lot of effort being put into concealing himself, and sometimes none at all. Rare is the occurrence of him using the full of his capabilities for stealth, sinister intentions coaxing, difficult to keep in chains. Odhgrimm frequently considers making good on his efforts to stalk her, wanting to wrap thick arms around her and squeeze.

But he doesn't. The payment for his patience will be worth it all.

Whenever she treks closer to her new home, he lets her go, never stepping close to Vermeda's border. The Rike didn't need his scent lingering on their doorstep, much less in their general vicinity. Laying low is an order he'll uphold himself, which he's still doing as he begins to make his way toward her. He's just another rogue joining a neutral hunt. No big deal. Minutes pass as he approaches after her call to arms, and by the time he nears, he isn't the first to arrive. Other lions have been lingering in the area, it seems, and they flock at the invitation for a hunt.

Usually, Odhgrimm can't be bothered with the task, but there's something that rubs his ribs wrong when he spies a bronze lion sidling up to his lioness with a hint of familiarity. Wait. His? Eyes narrowing just slightly, the Assassin places himself near the gathered to indicate his participation, eyes skimming over the others (jeez, how many yearlings were running around these lands, anyway?) once before settling somewhere in the distance over Uzma's head. Odhgrimm totally wasn't jealous, no way. Definitely didn't care that more male eyes than his were potentially straying to his the Swede. Not at all.

NO VICTIM, NO CRIME

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HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: hard prey; Hippopotamus Calf
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 6 adults, 2 yearlings , one lvl 3 ranger: +1 to hunt rolls, -1 dodge to prey. 14 +1: 15d20

Lion Hits: 5
Prey Dodges: -1 to dodges: 5d20 : 4

Lion Successful Hits: 1

LIONS HAVE WON!

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

For being young the calf was still not the easiest of things to take down. It was large, meaty, and Aquila was always surprised how quick things as large as hippos and the rhinos could move when it came down to it. At the end once it was felled he was breathing a bit heavy, a smear of the hippo's blood ran down his chest and towards his left forelimb where he'd suffered a slight bruise from a good kick of a random leg.

His gaze looked to @Renly and @Uzma, watching them amongst the strangers. His body a bit defensive, ready to make sure his pride got their fair share for the work they did.

/will exit when Renly and Uzma do

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