RoD3- WhiskeyArcher whistled absentmindedly as Whiskey padded down a slight, snow covered slope. The piebald tawny’s ears were pricked and swiveling, showing that the large male was awake and alert, ready for his rite of dominance. Whiskey already acted the part, but the problem was going through a set of rites to confirm it with the tokota association. Their task today was for Whiskey to take control of a group of tokotas as they worked their way down what could only be best described as a canyon- a strip of land eroded by a mountain stream down the mountainside that let out by the bay near town. Archer had been sure to get up early and set out, not wanting to be caught in the darkness as they made their way down the treacherous and slick terrain. The abnormally warm winter weather was showing- as the snow under Whiskey’s paws was heavy and wet, and rivers and streams that should have been iced over were flowing freely. Archer had been given directions to where the event would be hoste
Taming Attempt 6-WM27Archer rolled out of bed, stumbling over to his alarm, already regretting getting out of bed so early- he felt the beginnings of a headache and his throat was a touch sore- he was coming down with a cold. To top things off his nose was a bit stuffy, but not runny yet, thank goodness. Despite this, he still had an awful lot of responsibilities to do- like taking care of his tokotas and the sphinx tokota that he was taking care of for a friend- Balan. He, of course, still wanted to take Tango and the sphinx tokota out with him to go after Navajo, but had the idea of calling the usual morning spent running around and hanging out with Navajo a bit short- it was one of the colder days outside and Archer didn’t want to be outside for too long. After a good breakfast of scrambled eggs and leftover meat, Archer packed himself a sandwich in case he got hungry, water, and made sure to add the molasses cookies that he had purchased to try and tempt Navajo back with him into the saddle bags.
Taming Attempt 5-WM27Archer’s morning was going better than the previous day’s- he hadn’t managed to burn his breakfast and his bout of clumsiness seemed to be over, at least for now. The only downside was that the temperature outside had dropped dramatically overnight from the abnormally warm temperatures to what was regular for this time of year. This, of course, meant that now the sphinxes and half manes would have to run around with large fluffy blankets to help protect them from the cold weather, so when he took Tango and Balan out later that day to go looking for Navajo, he’d have to wrestle the resident sphinx into one of the warmer blankets, a task he wasn’t exactly looking forwards to. The shy sphinx would probably resent his efforts a little bit, though Archer hoped to win him over with some strategically timed treats as he was putting the blanket on. He made sure to pack his saddle bags with supplies, including tinder and a lighter as well as some matches in case he
Taming Attempt 4-WM27Archer’s morning had been a bit of a handful- it had started out with him sleeping through his alarm, falling over as he struggled to get on his paw wraps, and he had burned his breakfast. He sighed heavily, knowing that it was going to be one of those days, and resolved to get through it with as little physical harm to himself and his tokotas as possible. This goal, of course, would be challenging to meet, considering as soon as he walked into the tokota barn and set about handing out food for the tokotas he dropped a large bag, spilling it onto the floor, and had to fetch the broom to try and clean the scattered pellets up. When putting back said broom, a rake fell on his head, and of course as he was carrying the food bowl into Tango’s stall, he tripped on her long tail and sent food flying everywhere. One of those mornings. He made sure to be extra cautious around Balan- he didn’t want the skittish sphinx tokota to be any more nervous than he already was, and care