Tokotines 2025 - King of the Mountain by Hellusination, literature
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Tokotines 2025 - King of the Mountain
The wind howled across the Tartok Mountains, sweeping fine snow across jagged stone, the peaks clawing into a sky the color of steel. The land was raw, a place where survival was neither gentle nor forgiving. Somewhere within the vast, craggy expanse roamed Fenrir, the King of the Mountain—a creature of legend, feared and respected in equal measure. Few had seen him and fewer still had lived to tell the tale with certainty.
And yet, Katinkulta and Yeva had chosen to seek him out.
Katinkulta moved like a ghost across the frost-bitten terrain, his alabaster coat stark against the endless white. Crimson markings painted his body in bold strokes, and the massive beads wrapped around his neck clicked softly as he padded forward. His longmane rippled with the wind, a flowing mane of ivory that danced like mist along the ridges. He did not fear the mountain. He had seen much of the world, and mysteries clung to his presence like whispers in the wind.
Yeva moved at his side, her dark form a
Nimradir/Quadruped/Grimwald/Hozzy RoM by Hellusination, literature
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Nimradir/Quadruped/Grimwald/Hozzy RoM
The river was alive. Snowmelt rushed over smooth stones, carving twisting paths through the Tartok Foothills. Mist curled over the surface, disturbed only by the occasional splash of a fish breaking through the current. Ezra inhaled deeply, the scent of damp earth and pine filling her lungs. It was crisp, fresh, brimming with anticipation. The Rite of Merit had begun.
Beside her, Nimradir stood perfectly still, poised like a monarch surveying his kingdom. White as the fresh snow that dusted the mountain peaks, his coat gleamed beneath the pale morning sun, broken only by dark markings that spread across his body like spilled ink. His long, plumed tail flicked once, his ears twitching at the sounds of the rushing river. He did not fidget. He did not glance at his competitors. He was above such things. Nimradir was not here to prove himself—he was here to showcase what was already undeniable.
Quadruped, or Quad as Ezra called her, was his opposite in nearly every way. Where Nimradir was
Nimradir/Quadruped/Grimwald/Hozzy RoF by Hellusination, literature
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Nimradir/Quadruped/Grimwald/Hozzy RoF
Ezra stood at the starting point of the Rite of Fortitude, her Tokotas gathered around her, each one embodying a unique strength that would be tested on this journey.
Nimradir, or Nim as she affectionately called him, was a towering figure of pristine white marred by a dazzling display of blue-black splotches, like ink spilled across snow. His mane, thick and flowing like silk, framed his proud face, while his long, plumed tail curled behind him, a regal banner of his superiority. His fangs gleamed against his pale muzzle, his tall, pointed ears twitching in irritation at the cold wind that tousled his fur. Though naturally snooty and prone to haughty disdain toward others, he stood obediently at Ezra’s side, awaiting her command. This was a trial he would succeed in—not simply for survival, but to prove, as he always did, that he was above it all.
Quadruped, or Quad, was the embodiment of enthusiasm. Her greying tawny coat carried charming bearmarkings above her eyes, making her
Nimradir/Quadruped/Grimwald/Hozzy RoA by Hellusination, literature
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Nimradir/Quadruped/Grimwald/Hozzy RoA
The crisp morning air smelled of damp earth and freshly trampled grass, carrying the faintest trace of anticipation. The arena was grand, lined with banners of various colors and sigils representing handlers and factions alike. The soft, well-maintained dirt underfoot was perfect for dressage, and Ezra had spent the last few weeks drilling her four Tokotas in preparation for this moment.
Nimradir, standing at the front, surveyed the area with his usual air of superiority, his blue-black spots contrasting elegantly against his near-white coat. His long, luxurious tail curled slightly as he adjusted his posture, casting a sidelong glance at Quadruped. The ever-enthusiastic Quad bounced lightly on her paws, her tawny coat shifting with her movement, her ever-present friendliness radiating outward. Ezra watched as Grimwald, her quiet and foxlike Sinaka, prowled subtly around the edge of the group, his multi-hued splotches blending into the ambient light of the arena’s surroundings. Last in
Tartok Foothills Exploration (TCA Rank 2) by Hellusination, literature
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Tartok Foothills Exploration (TCA Rank 2)
Day One
The first leg of their journey was an exploration of a grassy plain scattered with boulders. The morning sun warmed the earth, releasing a fresh, dewy scent that mingled with the sharp tang of distant pine. The ground underfoot alternated between soft, springy grass and patches of rough, pebbly soil that crunched faintly beneath Ezra’s boots. Cinny’s curiosity seemed boundless as he darted from one boulder to another, his nose pressed against the cool stone or buried in the tufts of wildflowers growing at their bases. The flowers—tiny blooms of white and lavender—released a sweet aroma when disturbed, adding to the sensory richness of the scene.
Evali walked with steady purpose, her paws leaving faint impressions in the damp soil. When she stopped to mark a tree, her confident swipe left deep, clear claw marks that contrasted with Cinny’s more hesitant scratches. Ezra chuckled, leaning against the tree to catch her breath as she watched the young Tokota’s eager attempts to
The sun was low on the horizon as Ezra and her Tokotas returned to the village, their arrival met with curious but relieved gazes from the villagers. The albino Tokota, still wary but walking steadily, was led directly to the kennels where the elder manager waited with a warm smile and a gentle hand. The Tokota, now known as Villis for her crescent-moon markings, was quickly settled in a warm stall and tended to with soothing words and practiced care.
Ezra lingered briefly, watching as Villis cautiously allowed the manager to examine her wounds. She felt a pang of relief, knowing the Tokota was in safe hands. Panda and Nisse stood nearby, their breaths visible in the cold air, while Scratch remained on the outskirts, her milky eye watching from the shadows of the underbrush.
Before she could dwell too long, Ezra made her way to the chief’s longhouse. The sturdy structure stood at the heart of the village, its wooden beams darkened by years of weathering but still standing firm. She was
The forest was dark, shrouded in a heavy silence that seemed to stretch endlessly. Ezra stirred, wincing as her back protested against the cold ground. The faint glow of the campfire had died, leaving only embers to stave off the night’s chill. She glanced around the clearing, her companions lying close. Panda’s massive form was curled protectively near her, the Standard’s thick Yeti mane offering warmth and comfort. Scratch lay nestled beside the albino Tokota, her small frame pressed against the larger, pale Tokota, who still trembled occasionally in her sleep. Nisse was nearby, her posture alert despite the apparent calm, those vivid green eyes scanning the shadows with a quiet vigilance.
Ezra’s muscles ached as she pushed herself upright, the events of the previous day rushing back. The rescue had been harrowing, but they’d succeeded. Now, she had to ensure they made it back to the village in one piece. Her gaze lingered on the albino Tokota. She’d been through so much already, and
Tokotines 2025 - King of the Mountain by Hellusination, literature
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Tokotines 2025 - King of the Mountain
The wind howled across the Tartok Mountains, sweeping fine snow across jagged stone, the peaks clawing into a sky the color of steel. The land was raw, a place where survival was neither gentle nor forgiving. Somewhere within the vast, craggy expanse roamed Fenrir, the King of the Mountain—a creature of legend, feared and respected in equal measure. Few had seen him and fewer still had lived to tell the tale with certainty.
And yet, Katinkulta and Yeva had chosen to seek him out.
Katinkulta moved like a ghost across the frost-bitten terrain, his alabaster coat stark against the endless white. Crimson markings painted his body in bold strokes, and the massive beads wrapped around his neck clicked softly as he padded forward. His longmane rippled with the wind, a flowing mane of ivory that danced like mist along the ridges. He did not fear the mountain. He had seen much of the world, and mysteries clung to his presence like whispers in the wind.
Yeva moved at his side, her dark form a
Tartok Foothills Exploration (TCA Rank 2) by Hellusination, literature
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Tartok Foothills Exploration (TCA Rank 2)
Day One
The first leg of their journey was an exploration of a grassy plain scattered with boulders. The morning sun warmed the earth, releasing a fresh, dewy scent that mingled with the sharp tang of distant pine. The ground underfoot alternated between soft, springy grass and patches of rough, pebbly soil that crunched faintly beneath Ezra’s boots. Cinny’s curiosity seemed boundless as he darted from one boulder to another, his nose pressed against the cool stone or buried in the tufts of wildflowers growing at their bases. The flowers—tiny blooms of white and lavender—released a sweet aroma when disturbed, adding to the sensory richness of the scene.
Evali walked with steady purpose, her paws leaving faint impressions in the damp soil. When she stopped to mark a tree, her confident swipe left deep, clear claw marks that contrasted with Cinny’s more hesitant scratches. Ezra chuckled, leaning against the tree to catch her breath as she watched the young Tokota’s eager attempts to
The sun was low on the horizon as Ezra and her Tokotas returned to the village, their arrival met with curious but relieved gazes from the villagers. The albino Tokota, still wary but walking steadily, was led directly to the kennels where the elder manager waited with a warm smile and a gentle hand. The Tokota, now known as Villis for her crescent-moon markings, was quickly settled in a warm stall and tended to with soothing words and practiced care.
Ezra lingered briefly, watching as Villis cautiously allowed the manager to examine her wounds. She felt a pang of relief, knowing the Tokota was in safe hands. Panda and Nisse stood nearby, their breaths visible in the cold air, while Scratch remained on the outskirts, her milky eye watching from the shadows of the underbrush.
Before she could dwell too long, Ezra made her way to the chief’s longhouse. The sturdy structure stood at the heart of the village, its wooden beams darkened by years of weathering but still standing firm. She was
The forest was dark, shrouded in a heavy silence that seemed to stretch endlessly. Ezra stirred, wincing as her back protested against the cold ground. The faint glow of the campfire had died, leaving only embers to stave off the night’s chill. She glanced around the clearing, her companions lying close. Panda’s massive form was curled protectively near her, the Standard’s thick Yeti mane offering warmth and comfort. Scratch lay nestled beside the albino Tokota, her small frame pressed against the larger, pale Tokota, who still trembled occasionally in her sleep. Nisse was nearby, her posture alert despite the apparent calm, those vivid green eyes scanning the shadows with a quiet vigilance.
Ezra’s muscles ached as she pushed herself upright, the events of the previous day rushing back. The rescue had been harrowing, but they’d succeeded. Now, she had to ensure they made it back to the village in one piece. Her gaze lingered on the albino Tokota. She’d been through so much already, and
Ezra’s breath came in short puffs, visible in the freezing air as she urged Panda forward. The faint howl echoed again, guiding them deeper into the forest. The moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery light through the sparse canopy and glinting off the fresh snow. Nisse moved beside them with calm precision, her green eyes scanning the shadows, while Scratch trotted just behind, her nose close to the ground, ears twitching with every sound. The Sinaka’s nervous energy was palpable, but her determination kept her moving.
“Stay close, everyone,” Ezra whispered, gripping Panda’s reins tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and resolve driving her forward.
As they crested a small hill, the scent of smoke reached Ezra’s nose. She held up a hand, signaling the Tokotas to stop. Panda’s fluffy ears twitched, her dark eyes narrowing as she sniffed the air. Nisse paused, her posture lowering slightly as she surveyed the terrain ahead. Scratch, ever cautious, pressed
Ezra adjusted the hood of her heavy fur-lined coat as she stood at the edge of the village, glancing back toward the dense underbrush where Scratch was carefully hidden. The Sinaka peered out, her green and milky white-blue eyes flickering with unease.
“Stay here, Scratch,” Ezra said gently, crouching to meet the skittish Tokota’s gaze. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
The Sinaka shifted slightly, her curly white and black coat blending almost seamlessly with the snow. Ezra’s heart ached for the little fox-like Tokota. It had taken days of patience and kindness to earn even this fragile trust. She turned reluctantly and made her way toward the heart of the village.
The village was quieter than it had been a week ago, a subtle yet unmistakable change. Ezra’s brows furrowed as she passed homes that seemed unusually still. Smoke rose from fewer chimneys than before, and the laughter of children playing in the snow was absent. She stopped a passerby, a woman bundled tightly against the cold
Ezra tightened the last strip of leather around the crack in her spear, pulling it taut with a grunt of effort. The repairs weren’t perfect, but it would hold for the journey ahead. Her hands, worn and raw from the past few days of survival, trembled slightly as she tied the knot, securing the makeshift reinforcement. She glanced at Scratch, who sat nearby, her mismatched eyes watching intently as if she understood the importance of the task. The Sinaka’s curly mane rippled in the faint morning breeze, her tail curling idly as she waited.
“That’ll have to do,” Ezra murmured, testing the spear’s strength with a firm jab into the frozen ground. Satisfied, she turned her attention to their supplies. A neat bundle of dried meat, moss, and foraged herbs sat ready in her pack, along with a few remaining strips of leather and a handful of fire-starting materials. They had done their best to prepare, scavenging what they could from the immediate area. Now it was time to move.
“You ready
Ezra’s grip on the spear tightened, her knuckles white as she faced off with the mountain lion. The predator’s golden eyes gleamed with malice and hunger, its tawny fur bristling in the pale moonlight. The forest around them was still, the tension so thick it felt like the trees themselves were holding their breath. Behind her, Scratch let out a feeble growl, her exhaustion evident, but Ezra couldn’t risk a glance back. The lion was already crouching low, muscles coiled and ready to spring.
“Not tonight,” Ezra whispered again, her voice steady despite the hammering of her heart.
The mountain lion lunged. Ezra sidestepped, swinging her spear in an arc to ward it off. The beast snarled, its claws scraping against the frozen ground as it turned to face her again. They circled each other, the lion’s growls a low, menacing rumble that vibrated in her chest. Ezra tried to keep her breathing even, her gray eyes darting between the lion’s powerful frame and its sharp, gleaming teeth.
It lunged
Scratch Taming 1 (continued from Scram plotline) by Hellusination, literature
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Scratch Taming 1 (continued from Scram plotline)
Ezra barely had a moment to react. The low rumble she and Scratch had both turned toward exploded into an ear-splitting roar as the avalanche cascaded down the mountainside. Snow churned through the trees like a frothing river, snapping branches and uprooting small trees. Instinct kicked in, and Ezra hurled herself toward the nearest thick cedar, wrapping her arms around its trunk as tightly as she could. Snow crashed against her, shoving her back against the tree’s bark, stealing her breath.
Scratch was gone in a blur of black and white fur, speckled with liver and flecks of white, swept away by the icy torrent. Ezra screamed her name, her voice swallowed by the cacophony of the avalanche. For what felt like an eternity, the world was nothing but the deafening rush of snow, ice, and broken timber. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the avalanche slowed, its momentum spent. Snow settled with an eerie silence, the once-pristine forest transformed into a desolate, white wasteland.
Ezra
Ezra pulled her fur-lined hood tighter against the icy wind as it curled around the towering conifers of the Aqtuquaq Forest. Snowflakes fluttered lazily from the sky, dusting the moss-covered ground with a fresh, powdery layer. Her breath clouded the air in front of her, and the crunch of her boots on the snow was the only sound as she moved deeper into the forest.
The Sinaka had been here. The faint impressions of large, rounded paw prints were pressed into the snow, weaving between the trees and vanishing into the undergrowth. They were fresh - likely no more than an hour old. Ezra’s gray eyes scanned the surrounding forest for any signs of movement, her fingers gripping the spear she carried more for balance than for defense.
This wasn’t her first attempt to locate the elusive Sinaka. Over the past month, rumors of the chimeric Tokota had spread through her tribe like wildfire. It had earned the name "Scram" from the taming association due to its uncanny ability to evade trackers.