Fishing 3Archer rode up on Shavaad, leading a ragtag group of four other tokotas. Immediately following the dark roan, a white patched male by the name of Kachada walked behind her at a steady pace. Behind the van gogh, a large white curly maned tokota by the nickname of Jack followed, and behind him a smaller cream-brown tawny half mane with the name of Khrysos followed. At the rear of the group, a large lumbering overweight dire tokota, Oogie, was moving along at his usual slow pace. Archer had gotten up early this morning to go to a favourite fishing spot of his on the Ekastone river, which should be full of fish this time of year. He had brought the group of tokotas out to get some exercise and catch some fish, though all of them except for his mount Shavaad were owned by friends of his whom he owed a favour.
The morning had proceeded smoothly until the group had arrived at the Ekastone river. Archer had brought the group of tokotas to a halt and let them wade into the water with the except
Fishing 2Archer nodded his head, thinking as his friend finished telling their story. He had just returned from a place in the mountains were there was ice over the rivers and snow on the ground. While the small valley high in the mountains was quite a distance away from town, Archer wanted to give his newer and younger tokotas a chance to learn how to ice fish before the winter rolled around and it was a bit more dangerous. Archer thanked his friend and continued on his way, quickly heading for home so he could get his group of toktoas together and pick up a few of his friend’s tokotas for the journey.
Archer arrived back at his house at mid morning, with plenty of time left for the expedition later that day. His friend had provided him with a crudely drawn map, but Archer was familiar with a good portion of the area, and should be able to navigate smoothly. He walked over to the barn and slid open the large door. Archer’s ears were assaulted by a wave of noise as the tokotas began
Fishing 1Archer kicked off his covers, already feeling the excessive late summer heat as it wormed it’s way through the house and into his bedroom. He stifled a groan and peeled himself from his sheets, extremely frustrated with the hot weather. Archer remained in his briefs, not wanting to smother himself with clothing until he absolutely had to, and walked into the kitchen to prepare himself breakfast and lunch for his journey today. His plans were to take a group of tokotas out, but until he had felt the heat, he had originally thought of taking them hunting, but it was already pushing to be too hot for the tokotas, and it was only 7 in the morning. Archer decided that it might be a good idea to take them fishing instead, as the water would help cool them off.
After he finished his meal, Archer put his lunch and a few bottles of water into the saddlebags that were spread out on a bench, and returned to his room to change. He figured that if the tokotas would be fishing, he might as wel
Mountain Lion Hunt 3Archer started a fire, warming his chilled hands with the slowly growing flames. They lapped at the wood, and Archer felt warmth begin to spread through him as he slowly dried off. The group of tokotas had started off close to the fire, but one by one they drifted off as their fur began to smoke with steam as it began to dry. Archer removed his jacket, laying it out on a rock to dry as he hummed a tune and poked at the fire. Minnow gave a withering glance at Cloud as she settled herself beside Minnow and began to lap at her damp fur, cleaning herself up from the storm outside. Enzo remained with Jackdaw and Kanel a bit closer towards the entrance of the cave, glancing occasionally outside as they listened to the rain on the rocks. Cloud gave a wide yawn, settling herself down by the edge of the fire and closing her eyes as she rested and her fur dried. Kanel padded over to sit next to her, enjoying the warmth of the fire as it dried out his long, curly fur. Archer wished briefly that h
Dire Days Task 2 Bonus 2Archer woke up to a clanging outside of his tent and rolled over, wondering what the sound was coming from. He dragged himself from his sleeping bag and pushed aside the tent flap, blinking and squinting in the morning light. Vegas looked up and over at him with a small tin cup dangling from her lower jaw, which dropped to the ground, clanging off a couple of rocks before coming to rest by Archer’s knees. He sighed heavily, bending slightly to pick up the cup, which had a puncture in it where one of Vegas’s teeth had gone through the thin metal. Archer stood and walked over to the affectionately named ‘lost and found rock’, where he put out the objects that Vegas had ‘found’ in her evening romps around camp. After giving her a sharp ‘No!’ as she moved to retrieve the cup, Archer disappeared back into the tent and shrugged on a fresh set of clothes. Today would be his last day in camp, and he wanted to go out for a quick ride to enjoy the
Mountain Lion hunt with GhoulThe weather in the mountains was nowhere near as foul as it could quickly become, a small blessing to the Tokotas traversing the treacherous bottom pathways that would quickly scale upwards with little warning. Areas were either packed tight or loose enough that a misplaced paw was sure to send you cascading down and to a nasty injury. For Creme Soda, it was asking for trouble and he had enough sense to watch where he put his feet when looking over the rocks in a lazy trip towards where his instinct was leading. He’d set out to go fishing but had lost his way to the river and instead found a mountain dominating his entire view. The expanse of jagged rock jutting from the land wrapped almost entirely around a valley covered with snow and rock, looking as if stuck in a perpetual state of winter. The Tokota snorted at the rocks, shaking his head in dismay when nothing seemed to set him to the correct path, and a dark shadow lurched forward from his peripheral. Shocked, he lept back
Mountain Lion Hunt 2After Archer had field dressed the mountain lion and fed scraps of meat to the waiting tokotas, he climbed back onto Kanel and decided to keep looking around. Chances were that if there was one mountain lion, there might be more in the area. Archer whistled at Jackdaw, who yipped in return before dipping his head and beginning to sniff around the area, looking for another scent. While Archer wasn’t familiar with the commands that Kryptonite, Enzo, and Ruahri had been taught, Jackdaw was ‘leading’ the pack for Archer right now, and he could direct his activities with relative ease. Once Jackdaw started sniffing around, the other tokotas followed his lead, dropping their noses to the ground in order to search for more scents. Kryptonite picked up on a scent and padded off, keeping his head low to the ground as he followed the scent of another mountain lion.
The group moved slowly-mostly because the terrain was steep and rocky. While a mountain lion could flow over the s
Mountain Lion Hunt 1Archer rose and stretched, getting up from his bed and moving over to his dresser to pick out some clean clothes for the long day ahead of him. He had risen early, and his plan for the day was to head over to a few of his friend’s houses to pick up their tokotas and go out on a long mountain lion hunt. The summer sun was just coming up from behind the mountains, beginning to warm the cool air as it slowly began it’s climb across the sky. Archer watched the fiery orb climb into the sky as he ate his breakfast, humming a quiet tune to himself. He finished his breakfast and quickly cleaned up his dishes, eager to get outside and get started.
Archer walked out to the barn, whistling as he approached. Barks, howls, and yips greeted him as he slid open the large door, and stared down the rows of tokota heads sticking out of their stalls. He looked over them, trying to figure out which ones he wanted to take with him, before walking up to Jackdaw’s stall. The large black mal