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Tokotas

Ataraxia's first Rite!

Link or thumbnail of import sheet: Ataraxia 14031
Registered name and ID number: Ataraxia 14031
Prestige breeder or Pack leader?: PL

Training was repetitive: that's what she had been taught, mind. Athena had been given this Tokota, a large bear-like slab of muscle, from her mother only a year ago: yet every single day had been one wicked regime after the next, fulfilled in rapid succession. She'd watched, scrutinizing how her new Tokota's muscles had gradually filled out. Ax had gained weight in muscle mass, and her endurance had improved greatly during their rigorous runs, hunting, and the brawling that Athena had coaxed her into with the promise of blood to shed. (It looked the closest thing to beautiful, the blood on the snow, the earth shaking from colliding bodies.)

Today, however: Ax was being put through her paces. As many fish as possible in an hour and a half, they'd said, to win your rite of merit. Athena was not worried. Ax had grown delightfully obsessed with pleasing her over the year they had been working together, and had grown to do heinous things should she have to- this was enough for Athena, whom now stood in front of a large cracked fishing hole with Ax. The tokota was staring into the icy depths pensively, and had been whilst Athena removed her tack piece by piece and dropping it off to the side. Her black hair flew blisteringly around her face as a cold wind picked up, whisking icy shards of snow off the ground and onto them. Their breaths came out in large puffs of vapor as Athena lifted a stop watch. "Ready?" She asked; (hoarsely, but her voice was surprisingly light-) "Go," She took a few steps back, thumbing the timer's button as Ax propelled herself forwards into the hole. She need only dip her head in, apparently, in order to catch the first fish.

There was a lurching struggle. Athena watched hungrily as her tokota thrashed her head under the ice, claws digging in for a proper stance and finally, she threw her head back with a huge limp fish trapped in her maw. Athena grinned toothily and raised a cheap camera she'd borrowed- or, rather stolen- from another girl in town and snapped a picture of Ax there, her first fish caught in her mouth.

--

The timer dinged, and Athena barked a loud command in italian. After a moment, there was a great splash as Ax dragged herself up from the water- during the hour and a half, she'd shattered the ice to create a swimming hole- and she pulled herself onto the ice. The tokota gave a great shake, which sent water flying everywhere- though parts of it were already freezing, icycle-like, on her fur. Athena commanded her to sit, and she did, while the girl pulled on thick hide gloves and shifted through the fish in order to count. In total, Ax had collected 34 fish. It was excellent: it'd feed them awhile, and only now did Athena pick one up and throw it offhandedly for her Tokota to consume.

Ataraxia (c) lycanistic

Description
Tokotas

Ataraxia's first Rite!

Link or thumbnail of import sheet: Ataraxia 14031
Registered name and ID number: Ataraxia 14031
Prestige breeder or Pack leader?: PL

Training was repetitive: that's what she had been taught, mind. Athena had been given this Tokota, a large bear-like slab of muscle, from her mother only a year ago: yet every single day had been one wicked regime after the next, fulfilled in rapid succession. She'd watched, scrutinizing how her new Tokota's muscles had gradually filled out. Ax had gained weight in muscle mass, and her endurance had improved greatly during their rigorous runs, hunting, and the brawling that Athena had coaxed her into with the promise of blood to shed. (It looked the closest thing to beautiful, the blood on the snow, the earth shaking from colliding bodies.)

Today, however: Ax was being put through her paces. As many fish as possible in an hour and a half, they'd said, to win your rite of merit. Athena was not worried. Ax had grown delightfully obsessed with pleasing her over the year they had been working together, and had grown to do heinous things should she have to- this was enough for Athena, whom now stood in front of a large cracked fishing hole with Ax. The tokota was staring into the icy depths pensively, and had been whilst Athena removed her tack piece by piece and dropping it off to the side. Her black hair flew blisteringly around her face as a cold wind picked up, whisking icy shards of snow off the ground and onto them. Their breaths came out in large puffs of vapor as Athena lifted a stop watch. "Ready?" She asked; (hoarsely, but her voice was surprisingly light-) "Go," She took a few steps back, thumbing the timer's button as Ax propelled herself forwards into the hole. She need only dip her head in, apparently, in order to catch the first fish.

There was a lurching struggle. Athena watched hungrily as her tokota thrashed her head under the ice, claws digging in for a proper stance and finally, she threw her head back with a huge limp fish trapped in her maw. Athena grinned toothily and raised a cheap camera she'd borrowed- or, rather stolen- from another girl in town and snapped a picture of Ax there, her first fish caught in her mouth.

--

The timer dinged, and Athena barked a loud command in italian. After a moment, there was a great splash as Ax dragged herself up from the water- during the hour and a half, she'd shattered the ice to create a swimming hole- and she pulled herself onto the ice. The tokota gave a great shake, which sent water flying everywhere- though parts of it were already freezing, icycle-like, on her fur. Athena commanded her to sit, and she did, while the girl pulled on thick hide gloves and shifted through the fish in order to count. In total, Ax had collected 34 fish. It was excellent: it'd feed them awhile, and only now did Athena pick one up and throw it offhandedly for her Tokota to consume.

Ataraxia (c) lycanistic