Taming Attempt 6-WM27Archer rolled out of bed, stumbling over to his alarm, already regretting getting out of bed so early- he felt the beginnings of a headache and his throat was a touch sore- he was coming down with a cold. To top things off his nose was a bit stuffy, but not runny yet, thank goodness. Despite this, he still had an awful lot of responsibilities to do- like taking care of his tokotas and the sphinx tokota that he was taking care of for a friend- Balan. He, of course, still wanted to take Tango and the sphinx tokota out with him to go after Navajo, but had the idea of calling the usual morning spent running around and hanging out with Navajo a bit short- it was one of the colder days outside and Archer didn’t want to be outside for too long. After a good breakfast of scrambled eggs and leftover meat, Archer packed himself a sandwich in case he got hungry, water, and made sure to add the molasses cookies that he had purchased to try and tempt Navajo back with him into the saddle bags.
Taming Attempt 5-WM27Archer’s morning was going better than the previous day’s- he hadn’t managed to burn his breakfast and his bout of clumsiness seemed to be over, at least for now. The only downside was that the temperature outside had dropped dramatically overnight from the abnormally warm temperatures to what was regular for this time of year. This, of course, meant that now the sphinxes and half manes would have to run around with large fluffy blankets to help protect them from the cold weather, so when he took Tango and Balan out later that day to go looking for Navajo, he’d have to wrestle the resident sphinx into one of the warmer blankets, a task he wasn’t exactly looking forwards to. The shy sphinx would probably resent his efforts a little bit, though Archer hoped to win him over with some strategically timed treats as he was putting the blanket on. He made sure to pack his saddle bags with supplies, including tinder and a lighter as well as some matches in case he
Taming Attempt 4-WM27Archer’s morning had been a bit of a handful- it had started out with him sleeping through his alarm, falling over as he struggled to get on his paw wraps, and he had burned his breakfast. He sighed heavily, knowing that it was going to be one of those days, and resolved to get through it with as little physical harm to himself and his tokotas as possible. This goal, of course, would be challenging to meet, considering as soon as he walked into the tokota barn and set about handing out food for the tokotas he dropped a large bag, spilling it onto the floor, and had to fetch the broom to try and clean the scattered pellets up. When putting back said broom, a rake fell on his head, and of course as he was carrying the food bowl into Tango’s stall, he tripped on her long tail and sent food flying everywhere. One of those mornings. He made sure to be extra cautious around Balan- he didn’t want the skittish sphinx tokota to be any more nervous than he already was, and care
Taming Attempt 3-WM27Archer wasn’t exactly pleased with his alarm, but of course, like any twenty-something adult, it was practically necessary for him to get out of bed on time. His morning routine was busy, and like any other day he had plenty of work to do to take care of his tokotas, as well as his friend’s tokota that was staying with them, Balan. He stretched, getting out of bed, and bundled himself up for what was sure to be another cold day. The sky outside Archer’s window was dark, and it was snowing lightly, small flakes but not enough to reduce the visibility by too much. Still, Archer was considering staying in to mitigate the risk of getting caught outside or lost instead of going after Navajo. Tango was getting relatively experienced at tracking down the wild tokota, though this would be one of her first few times where she’d have to find her way home without Archer’s guidance if he took her out today. He trudged outside to the tokota barn, tilting his head
Taming Attempt 2-WM27Archer’s morning had started out relatively normal- he had rolled sleepily out of bed, turned off his alarm, and gone about preparing his breakfast before feeding the tokotas. The morning was dim, dark, and grey- a layer of clouds above them in the sky only served to mute what little light was reaching the land. As he walked across the front yard, he saw a small, brown and white tokota with curly fur standing at the edge of the trees, and Archer stopped, confused. After a couple of blinks, the large tokota had gone, leaving Archer to wonder if he was just tired or if there actually had been a tokota there. There had been a few rumors of new wild tokotas drifting down from the mountains, growing weary of the winter and finding easier food in their valley, and Archer had a suspicion that the curly he had seen the other day was one of them, and it looked like the male had paid him a visit. He walked over to where he had seen the brown tokota in the snow, and sure enough, there was a
Taming Attempt 1-WM27Archer whistled, wondering where his longmane tokota was. Tango was uncharacteristically absent, and usually came running when she heard the front door open to eagerly greet Archer, but today the long maned tokota hadn’t shown up. Archer’s first thought was that of concern- had Tango fallen ill, gotten injured, or was stuck somewhere? But a few yips from off in the distance of the woods assured him that nothing terrible was up. Archer drew his jackets around him as he walked in the direction of Tango’s voice. While the winter had been uncharacteristically warm, it didn’t mean that he needed to forgo the layers and layers to be able to run around outside in Alaska’s harsh wilderness. Tango’s large pawprints were quite clear in the snow, though the dragging of her long tail did obscure them somewhat. The sun hadn’t quite risen yet, but it was light enough outside for Archer to find his way without too much trouble. He walked for a good fifteen mi