Sheer Weight... That Works, Right?Word Count: 1,290
The stench of the cave engulfed her, filling her nostrils and causing her head to whirl, shaking up her thoughts. The water from behind her, the ocean, filled with salt, laying at the mouth of the cave, could be heard loud and clearly, splashing at the rocks surrounding the cave, the occasional wave reaching the mouth of the cave and entering, leaving small traces of water swirling around the large paws of the dire Tokota, the enormous wolf and bear creature known as Dragan Dracarys, Nite, no doubt named for that midnight coat of hers that blended into the surrounding rock walls of the cavern. A light color could be seen faintly beneath the darkness of the cave, but for the most part, she was hidden completely within the shadows, the darkness of the cave, and the dark veil the night left.
Nite, the certain evil Dragan Dracarys, peered into the darkness, bright orange and blue eyes swiping across the rock walls, cutting into the
Enough of ThatWord Count: 1,277
Blood trickled out of a thin line on her black nose, a cut created from the eager thrusting of her nose and muzzle into the holes that she'd created. Her weight had broken through rock, but ended up creating jagged rock jutting out from the ground for her to catch herself on. Her paws were torn, scratched apart by the endless scratching at the ground, determined to bring up the rocks, gems, and stones that may be found beneath the earth's hard, rocky outer shell, the surface that hid the treasures beneath. Her eyelids were beginning to droop, the weariness dragging them down, making them a weight too strong to deal with, though she wouldn't give up. Dragan Dracarys was not yet sure whether she had pulled up anything valuable, and was forced to continue on, to allow herself a better chance to bring up the riches beneath thick, sharp rock.
A steady pile had formed against one wall, another here, and a few more there. Chunks and sh
WM37 [Taming 3] A scream. She heard a scream. The sound sent her jumping out of her bed, goosebumps starting to form on her skin, the hair on the back of her neck lifting. Shideh didn’t take the time to throw on any shoes and barely any clothes, only quickly managing to grab her coat, rapidly throwing it on. She raced out in bare feet, the ground cold beneath her toes. Her head swiveled around, looking for the source. She couldn’t see anything, so she maneuvered herself to the back of the cabin.
There! A rather large, fluffy and furry red butt was poking out of the outhouse. She moved to the side, to get a good look at just what was going on.
Shideh didn’t see a head; the head was pressed into the doorway, his shoulders wedged into the opening, too large for such a small entryway. The source of the scream was a middle aged woman, standing, shaking, off to the side. “What the hell is that thing?!” she screamed, her voice piercing t
WM37 [Taming 2] Rather than renting out one of the cabins and then going into the cabin and spending the day in there, Shideh decided to follow Porky. Vol Eik and Balan had ended up chasing after the male, even with their meat in tow. Perhaps they were being selfish and wanted more. They chased him and Shideh had all three of their paw prints to go off of, and she was able to track them.
Porky, Vol Eik, and Balance didn't get too far, however, and Shideh came across them within half an hour, in yet another clearing. Clearly, Porky hadn't quite mastered the idea of getting to somewhere safe, rather than sitting in a clearing, wide open to the other two Tokotas. He had an awkward, lopsided canine grin on his face as he attempted to get the other two males to back off, but they were extremely interested in that meat he held between his teeth.
Shideh, feeling bad for the Tokota, knew that she shouldn’t interfere, for multiple re
Bitter, Cold Heart The cold, bitter wind nipped at Russia’s face as he trudged through slush where there had once been water, although the air was not year as cruel as he himself. Five other Tokotas trudged in the sludge behind him, four of them with handlers of their own. The last Tokota was one of the Tokotas deemed a “starter” of the species, named Shesh. She followed curiously at a distance, eluding the vision of the humans, though the Tokotas all knew that the tundra female was there; they could hear her panting, one more than the already five Tokotas, and her footsteps that sounded faded, for she was further away.
The curly male, Russia, walked with a straight back, head held high, and tail high over his back. He walked with a purpose, and he was focused on what was ahead of him, ignoring the others altogether. He carried no handler, for no one -- no humans and few Tokotas -- had dared to go near the cold male, preferring to return w
WM37 [Taming 1] Shideh woke up as early as she could the next morning, her excitement bringing her sitting in her tent, wide awake. She couldn’t contain herself as she readied herself for the day. Peeling herself away from her sleeping bag and her tent, she could see that the sun had not yet fully risen, and it was as though the day itself was still waking up. The sounds of birds chirping was silenced at this time of day, for the mothers and fathers were sleeping, their chicks tucked into their warm nests.
Excitedly, she tended to the ashes and charcoal of the campfire from the night, making sure it was properly put out. The air was cool, the frost nipping at her arms and causing her teeth to chatter and goosebumps to rise, as well as drawing the hair on her arms to stand on end, too.
In an effort to get her mind away from the idea of the cold air, she started humming to herself. Hmmm hmmm hmmm… Shideh went around the
WF39 [Taming 1] Shideh had been devastated to learn that the barbary she’d seen in the wild had been tamed and removed from the wild. She’d been so looking forward to being able to call her first -- truly her first -- Tokota him, but just as quickly as he was there, in an instant he was gone again. She often spent many days and cold nights out in the wilderness to see if he’d ever come back. Perhaps there’d be that small chance he’d be there. But each day and each night idled by and there were no more traces of him.
Feeling too miserable and too much like a failure, she refused to stay in the tribe for long periods of time. Instead, she continued exploring in the wilderness. Perhaps there’d be that chance that she’d find another wild Tokota that would capture her attention, another Tokota that she could quite possibly call hers.
She’d passed a few travelers, who spoke of great news! Walking past them, she could h