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Location: Taniya Mountains, End of Winter
The old one had given him the words, but he had not understood, no matter how they tried. So instead, he would have to seek to find the true face of his spirit. He had begun the climb before the sun had set, and the night had grown progressively more quiet, as he scaled the third sister, the moutain of legends and knowledge. The surrounding four peaks had bewildered the male, who had learnt of his calling before he had been forced to abandon his handler, to strive out on his own onto the mountain of legends. The atmosphere seemed to swirl about him, as the air thinned, climbing higher and higher, his paws sinking partially in the fresh snow with each step. Soon, he could visualize one of this mountain's sisters, the icey peak of Patuktuq jutted high in the distance. The air seemed to hold its breath as the tokota stopped, putting his head down momentarily as he caught his breath. A shimmer of green against its glazed, sharp front, glimmering as a small light began to glow brighter, as if the sun were to rise from the West. He lifted his head to see as the brilliant emerald rose, snaking its way across the sky, glimmering across the expanse with ever-growing force. The load softened off of his chest, and he lifted his head high, focused, he carried on, the rhythm of his paws propelling him forward with newfound vigor. He could feel the spirits loping beside him, its heavy frame matching his own bulk, as the two approached the peak of the humble Ticasuq, passing the other inhabitants of the mountain with a force. Atop the peak, around them the four sisters were all visible, and Crusoe could see the four pillars to formally accept what awaited him.
Crusoe became overwhelmed as he saw the light approach him, growing and growing ever larger, shifting greens, blues and purples transparent against the stars, as the form began to coalesce before him, small eyes atop an enormous furred face, the bellow of the creature a culmination of all of those that had passed before him. Crusoe's breath caught in his throat, he took a step back, as the creature encircled him, and he felt the thudding of the heart in his chest soften, the bear taking the anger and rage of so many years, scars that had never mended from his days fighting in this pits. The strength he could so clearly feel was there for him, but now no longer came at the cost of his rage. He let out a roar of trumph, the bellow echoing his own voice matched, the akiak's muzzle matching his own, as they drew up together.
He stayed atop the mountain until the sun rose, and the small cub emerged from its place, hidden near the smallest of the pillars, against where someone had carved the shape of a bear's paw. Crusoe, the sphinx who had so long been unable to control himself, the hunter and ferocious male, approached the bear cub with a tenderness he reserved normally for his own young kin, and gently picked it up by the scruff, to carry it home.
Word count: 534
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Import link and name of Tokota: Crusoe 5345
Chosen soul animal: Bear
Prompt: Your tokota has their first brush with their animal companion. The experience is unforgettable, but the way your tokota interprets this new-found connection is up to you.
Link to HP confirmation: comments.deviantart.com/1/6133…
Previous tasks:
Rite One: [RoD] - Moving Mountains
Rite Two: [RoD] - Ill Met by Moonlight
Rite Three: HERE
The old one had given him the words, but he had not understood, no matter how they tried. So instead, he would have to seek to find the true face of his spirit. He had begun the climb before the sun had set, and the night had grown progressively more quiet, as he scaled the third sister, the moutain of legends and knowledge. The surrounding four peaks had bewildered the male, who had learnt of his calling before he had been forced to abandon his handler, to strive out on his own onto the mountain of legends. The atmosphere seemed to swirl about him, as the air thinned, climbing higher and higher, his paws sinking partially in the fresh snow with each step. Soon, he could visualize one of this mountain's sisters, the icey peak of Patuktuq jutted high in the distance. The air seemed to hold its breath as the tokota stopped, putting his head down momentarily as he caught his breath. A shimmer of green against its glazed, sharp front, glimmering as a small light began to glow brighter, as if the sun were to rise from the West. He lifted his head to see as the brilliant emerald rose, snaking its way across the sky, glimmering across the expanse with ever-growing force. The load softened off of his chest, and he lifted his head high, focused, he carried on, the rhythm of his paws propelling him forward with newfound vigor. He could feel the spirits loping beside him, its heavy frame matching his own bulk, as the two approached the peak of the humble Ticasuq, passing the other inhabitants of the mountain with a force. Atop the peak, around them the four sisters were all visible, and Crusoe could see the four pillars to formally accept what awaited him.
Crusoe became overwhelmed as he saw the light approach him, growing and growing ever larger, shifting greens, blues and purples transparent against the stars, as the form began to coalesce before him, small eyes atop an enormous furred face, the bellow of the creature a culmination of all of those that had passed before him. Crusoe's breath caught in his throat, he took a step back, as the creature encircled him, and he felt the thudding of the heart in his chest soften, the bear taking the anger and rage of so many years, scars that had never mended from his days fighting in this pits. The strength he could so clearly feel was there for him, but now no longer came at the cost of his rage. He let out a roar of trumph, the bellow echoing his own voice matched, the akiak's muzzle matching his own, as they drew up together.
He stayed atop the mountain until the sun rose, and the small cub emerged from its place, hidden near the smallest of the pillars, against where someone had carved the shape of a bear's paw. Crusoe, the sphinx who had so long been unable to control himself, the hunter and ferocious male, approached the bear cub with a tenderness he reserved normally for his own young kin, and gently picked it up by the scruff, to carry it home.
Word count: 534
========
Import link and name of Tokota: Crusoe 5345
Chosen soul animal: Bear
Prompt: Your tokota has their first brush with their animal companion. The experience is unforgettable, but the way your tokota interprets this new-found connection is up to you.
Link to HP confirmation: comments.deviantart.com/1/6133…
Previous tasks:
Rite One: [RoD] - Moving Mountains
Rite Two: [RoD] - Ill Met by Moonlight
Rite Three: HERE
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