RoF-Zander, Kanel, KrasArcher saddled up Kras, double checking that he had all of his camping supplies with him before riding over to June and Kanel. The pair was already ready, so the two of them hung around, waiting for the last tokota and handler pair to show up. Finnyan had assured Archer and June that he’d meet up with them on time for the event, and as Archer looked over his shoulder, he saw the pair riding up. “Good morning! You all set with your gear?” Archer asked as one of the event coordinators walked up to them, greeting the group and giving them a set of directions to the first stone marker, and reminding them of their five day time limit. The group would be traveling three hundred and fifty miles north, following a series of stone monuments built by ancient peoples long ago, allowing them to follow an established north south trail. While the trail was mostly disused other than for the purpose of tokotas and hikers nowadays, the experience was definitely an exciting one. The ev
Mountain Lion hunt-Khazak, Nadia, Kryptonite, K, VArcher stretched and yawned, rolling out of bed as he hurriedly went through his morning routine, preparing for the long day ahead of him. He had plans to take a large group of tokotas out with him for a mountain lion hunt, and he had to pick up a few from their respective houses and owners before even thinking about heading out to the Manton cliffs to try and catch one. He had heard that the cliffs had been particularly active with the large felines recently, and had been curious to go over and check it out, since it would be his first time heading over there.
After finishing his breakfast, Archer walked out to the barn, glancing at his watch occasionally. He didn’t want to be late getting the other tokotas, and he figured that he might have a few problems getting a few of them. Archer walked into the barn, and the tokotas contained within began their usual chorus of yips, howls, and barks as he entered. He had to figure out which tokota he wanted to ride, as he knew that Khazak
Exploration-Khazak, Banji, Kryptonite, Vegas, IndyArcher rolled over, holding his pillow over his ears, annoyed at the blaring noise assaulting his ears. He knocked his alarm clock with a hand to turn it off, but the noise continued. Blinking, Archer raised his head and looked around the room, and set his eyes on his phone, which was buzzing with an incoming call. He dragged himself from bed, keeping a blanket draped over his shoulders, and stumbled his way over to the phone, flipping it open with a deft movement of the wrist.
“Hello?” He asked, sleepiness adding a rough edge to his normally soft voice.
“Hello, I’m Macy calling from the Juneau Archaeological Institute, and I’m looking to speak to Archer?” The woman on the line said, with a bright, cheery tone that contrasted Archer’s tiredness this early in the morning.
“Speaking, what’s up?” He asked, curious as to what they were up to. He had worked for them before running errands and even an archaeological piece or two to
Fishing Collab with PopArcher stretched, rolling out of bed as the sunlight shone into his face. He yawned widely, scratching at his back and wiping the sleep from his eyes as he shambled over to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes and shrugging them on. He moved into the kitchen and tossed some leftovers from dinner onto the stove, heating them up as he moved around the cabin, tidying up a little bit while he waited for the meat to heat up. Archer hummed a tune as he grabbed a broom and swept the house, brushing the sweepings out the front door before returning to the kitchen to find his meat all warmed up and ready. Archer sat at the table, munching on the leftovers as he stared out the window and looked out over the valley, wondering what the day would bring. He quickly finished his meal and stood, bringing his dishes over to the kitchen sink and washing them before he grabbed his jacket and walked outside to the barn. He was greeted with a chorus of yips and howls as he approached, and Archer
Dire Days Task 3 BonusArcher rose and stretched, twisting as he tried to work the kinks out of his back and shoulders from sleeping on the rocky ground. He heaved a heavy sigh, pawing through what was left of his cleanish clothes before finding a pair of pants and a shirt that didn’t smell too bad. While the event on the Tartok mountains had been fun, it was about time for Archer to head home and do some laundry. After he finished changing, he searched through his supplies, coming up with just enough food to last the rest of the day, provided he was able to head over to his friend June’s tent and grab a quick bite for breakfast. Vegas stuck her head through the tent flap, whining as she recognized Archer searching for food. Archer pushed her head out of the tent before gathering up her food dish and some kibble, pouring it into her bowl before setting off down the hill to find June.
The young blonde woman was sitting at the camp fire with one of her tokotas, Banji, sitting at her feet, staring i
Dire Days Task 2 Bonus 1Archer yawned and stretched, hands hitting the flimsy material of his tent. Momentarily confused, his eyes blinked open and he looked around, trying to find out where he was camping before the memories of his adventure rushed over him. He was camping out with a bunch of other tokota handlers and their tokotas on the Tartok mountains, which seemed to have a large population of wild dire tokotas. At least, it had seemed to when he first arrived, but now, they were thinning out as well as the campers. The days were growing shorter, and the nights colder, especially when the sun was staying behind the far mountains for so long. At these altitudes, you needed the sun shining for a solid seven hours to bring the temperature up to sixty. Archer unzipped the tent of his flap after changing into a set of clean clothes, and was immediately met with Vegas’s large muzzle licking his face.
“Oh come on!” He said, pushing the van gogh’s muzzle away from his face, getting a few
Dire Days Task 1 Bonus-ExploringArcher stretched, tired and somewhat sore from the long day in the saddle. Vegas nudged his back and pockets, looking for a treat or some other sort of food. He gently pushed her head away, grasping her halter and looking around for a good place to set up camp. While most of the good spots on the side of the mountain had been taken by earlier arrivals, Archer did see a slight dip in the ground that was sheltered by brush on three sides. He led Vegas over to the spot, instructing her to stay before he took off her saddle and the various camping gear from her back, putting the gear on a particularly large stone. He took off the rest of Vegas’s tack, with the exception of her halter, before turning to set up camp for the next few weeks. The tent was the first thing to set up- Archer didn’t particularly want to be out in the cold for an extended period of time. While it was still summer, the higher up they went, the colder it got. While the sun staying up for most of the day he