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RoD for Corvus 1184

-Spirit
Raven

-Prompt 2
Your tokota needs to use their conversational skills to form a diplomatic alliance or work their way out of a perilous situation. Depict how they use their cunning to turn a bad situation in their favor without causing an altercation.

-Setting
The White Forest

-Story - (587 words)

All his life, Corvus had followed the path given to him by the stars. Ever since he was a pup he had realized he had a talent none of his littermates or even his wise mother had. He called it The Sight. Most others he met called it insanity, but he supposed he would’ve too if he hadn’t been able to see and feel what he did. He always heard talk of spirits guiding tokotas and humans alike through the wilderness, rescuing them from peril or providing comfort when needed. But not many could see the spirits in action during these moments. He knew he could, and so could his daughter, Astra.
Even when he wasn’t sure why the stars painted a path for him he had still followed. The journey he was on now was one such occasion. He had traveled for two nights, unsure of his destination. But now he found himself stepping on feet of snow and surrounded by sparse trees in a place he had only heard about. The White Forest.
Some of his packmates had spoken of it. They said it guarded a secret deep within it. Corvus was sure a soul pool was inside the forest. The energy was similar to others he had glimpsed in the caves within a mountain near his home village. This pool however, was more ancient.
His ears perked up when he heard movement near a snowbank. Two young tokotas stared at him warily. One partially hidden behind the mound.
“Hello,” Corvus said.
They didn’t respond. Their ears flattened against their heads and they looked at each other as if trying to figure out what to do.
“Don’t worry. I am only a visitor who was guided here by the spirits. I have no desire to challenge your claim.”
The young ones were still unsure but they seemed less tense. The ashen colored male got a little closer and stood atop the snowbank.
“We have no claim upon the land, but we have been welcomed as visitors. You have not. You should leave.”
Corvus tilted his head. “I’m afraid I cannot do that. I was guided here for a reason. I cannot leave before I know what it is.”
The white and black male spoke up. “The forest is not kind to intruders. It has guardians that protect it.”
“Shush, Raiden!” said the first male.
The white and black tokota shrunk back and hid once more.
The ashen male looked back at Corvus and froze. His eyes fixed on something behind him.
“I am aware of the presence of Aippaq and other beings here. It is no secret to me.”
“It is not the spirits who would judge you first. You must prove your worth in order to even approach them, sir,” said the young male.
“Then tell me, pup. Who should I speak to in order to gain entry into the forest?”
A chuckle from behind Corvus made him turn abruptly only to meet the blue eyes of a stranger.
Another tokota, his fur the color of pearls had snuck up behind him without his notice. He was smiling but Corvus would be a fool to mistake the expression for one of amusement. His ears were perked and a set of blue beads hung from his right ear. They shone brightly, reflecting everything around them. The white male was so close Corvus could see his reflection on the smooth surface.
With a deep voice the old white male said, “I am glad you asked, trespasser.”

Description
RoD for Corvus 1184

-Spirit
Raven

-Prompt 2
Your tokota needs to use their conversational skills to form a diplomatic alliance or work their way out of a perilous situation. Depict how they use their cunning to turn a bad situation in their favor without causing an altercation.

-Setting
The White Forest

-Story - (587 words)

All his life, Corvus had followed the path given to him by the stars. Ever since he was a pup he had realized he had a talent none of his littermates or even his wise mother had. He called it The Sight. Most others he met called it insanity, but he supposed he would’ve too if he hadn’t been able to see and feel what he did. He always heard talk of spirits guiding tokotas and humans alike through the wilderness, rescuing them from peril or providing comfort when needed. But not many could see the spirits in action during these moments. He knew he could, and so could his daughter, Astra.
Even when he wasn’t sure why the stars painted a path for him he had still followed. The journey he was on now was one such occasion. He had traveled for two nights, unsure of his destination. But now he found himself stepping on feet of snow and surrounded by sparse trees in a place he had only heard about. The White Forest.
Some of his packmates had spoken of it. They said it guarded a secret deep within it. Corvus was sure a soul pool was inside the forest. The energy was similar to others he had glimpsed in the caves within a mountain near his home village. This pool however, was more ancient.
His ears perked up when he heard movement near a snowbank. Two young tokotas stared at him warily. One partially hidden behind the mound.
“Hello,” Corvus said.
They didn’t respond. Their ears flattened against their heads and they looked at each other as if trying to figure out what to do.
“Don’t worry. I am only a visitor who was guided here by the spirits. I have no desire to challenge your claim.”
The young ones were still unsure but they seemed less tense. The ashen colored male got a little closer and stood atop the snowbank.
“We have no claim upon the land, but we have been welcomed as visitors. You have not. You should leave.”
Corvus tilted his head. “I’m afraid I cannot do that. I was guided here for a reason. I cannot leave before I know what it is.”
The white and black male spoke up. “The forest is not kind to intruders. It has guardians that protect it.”
“Shush, Raiden!” said the first male.
The white and black tokota shrunk back and hid once more.
The ashen male looked back at Corvus and froze. His eyes fixed on something behind him.
“I am aware of the presence of Aippaq and other beings here. It is no secret to me.”
“It is not the spirits who would judge you first. You must prove your worth in order to even approach them, sir,” said the young male.
“Then tell me, pup. Who should I speak to in order to gain entry into the forest?”
A chuckle from behind Corvus made him turn abruptly only to meet the blue eyes of a stranger.
Another tokota, his fur the color of pearls had snuck up behind him without his notice. He was smiling but Corvus would be a fool to mistake the expression for one of amusement. His ears were perked and a set of blue beads hung from his right ear. They shone brightly, reflecting everything around them. The white male was so close Corvus could see his reflection on the smooth surface.
With a deep voice the old white male said, “I am glad you asked, trespasser.”