RoK with KasaTaikunfoo
Archer pulled back on the reins, bringing Quebec’s head up where she had been nosing at the ground. He wanted her to look good for the judges instead of nosing around in the dirt. He reviewed the tokota he was supposed to catch- a pieblad longmane by the name of November. June rode up beside him on Charlie, and greeted Archer with a smile and a quick wave.
“Where do you think Finnyan and Ghost are?” June asked, looking around, and Archer shrugged.
“I’m not sure, I could have sworn that I saw them a few minutes ago, but now…” He said, trailing off and looking around with June. He caught sight of the rider and tokota, and called out, raising and waving a hand before touching Quebec’s sides with his heels and prompted the barred barbary tokota to pad over to their companion.
“Hey Finnyan, it’s just about time for us to start, we have to head over to the finish line.” Archer said, pointing out one of the tents over
Coyote HuntArcher rolled over, flattening his ears as he caught sight of the time on his alarm clock. 0324. What were his tokotas up to? He sat up, rubbing his head and wondered what had caught their attention to make so much of a ruckus this early in the morning. Their yips and howls had managed to wake Archer up, and as much as he wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, he had to check on his and his friend’s tokotas who were staying with him. November, Polaris, Whiskey, Bride, and Quebec were his main concerns as to what was up, and sure enough, he recognized Bride’s deep howl adding to the canopy of barks, howls, and other yipping noises. Archer bundled himself up, making sure he picked out the warmer layers, and picked up his rifle from the table. He peered out the various windows of his house, checking to make sure that there wasn’t a stray bear or something that he didn’t want to wander into in the dark. After a second thought, Archer grabbed a flashlight from an
RoM with PopTaikunfoo
Archer slowed Quebec as they approached the large frozen lake. He shivered, drawing his coat closer to his body as he tugged gently back on the barbary’s reins, bringing her to a stop. He was supposed to meet Kelly, Josette, and Tio here this afternoon to participate in one of the rites of fertility, and while he saw some of the judge’s tents set up on the ice, he didn’t see the familiar shape of his friend and her two halfmanes. Archer checked his watch, confirming that he was, in fact, on time, before nudging Quebec’s sides. The barbary padded slowly onto the ice before gaining confidence with her footing and moving quicker as Archer directed her towards the judge’s tents. They were centered in a semicircle around a large break in the ice that extended from the shore to the deeper part of the lake, giving tokotas who didn’t want to get their fur wet or had shorter coats a chance to stay dry while they fished, but providing the option for
RoM with EnkueTaikunfoo
Archer led the somewhat resisting Whiskey towards the ring where his last rite of fertility was set to begin in a few minutes. While Whiskey was used to his halter, he was not used to the heavy red collar that sat around his neck, and kept shaking his head and rubbing against every tree they passed in an attempt to get it off. Archer knew that if he gave Whiskey a moment of not walking around, he would sit and scratch at the collar with a hind paw, and he was aiming to impress the judges, not suggest that his tokota had fleas. Archer looked around for Elnar, knowing that he would be bringing two of his tokotas along with him for this event- Christmas and Aurora. He didn’t see them in the crowd milling around the judges’ table, but Archer figured that he’d have to go over there next to sign Whiskey in. He led the resisting piebald over to the table, and spoke to the judges quickly, somewhat concerned about the irritated look he was giving to the small man beh
RoF with EnkueTaikunfoo
Archer finished tightening the straps of Whiskey’s saddle, making sure it wouldn’t come loose for their rite of fortitude. They had a long journey ahead of them, and Archer had packed accordingly, and even suggested bringing a friend to Elnar so the group would have better dynamics and be safer. The friend, June, had brought along one of her tokotas, Quebec, a fluffy grey- brown tokota who seemed relatively relaxed and curious. June had called him when the pup arrived, and had helped raise Quebec, but was having a hard time training her out of her habits. Archer remembered that Quebec had liked shiny things as a pup, and now the full grown tokota seemed extremely pleased with herself for capturing a tin pail that dangled from her large teeth. Archer bit back a chuckle before pulling the maps that they would need from his saddlebags, going over them one last time. He was fairly certain that they’d be starting relatively soon, though Elnar hadn’t shown u