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First Pota image for kepperoni of the one, the only big boi ! Got slightly experimental with fur shading since the yetis are big poofs and my usual shading looks weird on them LOL.

#3: Your tokota is mysteriously stranded in foreign territory, be it another part of Tokotna or some place even more exotic/foreign, such as a poacher's den, a zoo or a desert on the other side of the globe. They must discover a way to either survive in their new surroundings or find their way home.

Bonuses: Canon Location (Frost Dragons), dom companion (eagle friend flying freeE) and story (it here)

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The sun had risen and fallen once since the big, tawny dire had taken off over the ice - away from his human companions. While they had been scoping out the various animals (and even tokotas) in those primitive metal contraptions, he had picked up on something else. Something in this land was amiss and he couldn’t stay for whatever mission the humans had been on.
Now Gnarly found himself among the Frost Dragons - known the same by both man and animal - where the air was both cold and hot as steam wafted from the vents. The sun had near set, leaving much of the land dark under a moonless night save for the glowing vents of the frost dragons littering the land around him like ominous eyes watching. Every step the yeti took was cautious. In this light, he could hardly tell which way to go not that he knew what his destination was exactly except that he felt called to.
Above him an eagle had been trailing him since his departure from the humans. It looked similar to the one he’d seen before but he could not say for sure if it was. For all he knew, the human could have sent it to keep an eye on him but that suspicion lessoned each day that passed as the eagle didn’t return anywhere. It simply followed him, watching, waiting. Now with the sun gone, all he had as a sign of the bird’s presence was the sound of wings flapping between the hisses of the vents.
A vent near him erupted suddenly, causing the dire to jump. He paused for just a moment, eyeing the source, before continuing on. He huffed. Should he rest here? It seemed an ill place for it but Gnarly couldn’t say how long it continued on or if whatever he found at the end would be a better resting place.
Gnarly decided this place would be as good as it would get for now - plus it was warm. He sat down, yawning but suddenly something zipped past his head. He nipped at the air where it had been, folding his ears back. Damn eagle.
He waited a moment, listening to see if it would come back, but it was silent. Just as he began to relax, it screeched. Gnarly stood up, ready to tear the eagle from the sky but then there was a searing pain on his belly. The dire’s teeth clacked shut and his lips drew back at the pain. There had been a vent just beneath him. The eagle had been trying to get him off it he realized as it flew past his head but further away than before and silently.
Gnarly hopped away from it, unsure of how to walk to ease the stinging pain. He could not rest here.
The yeti dire settled for continuing on his journey. He had to reach the edge of these lands now if nothing else but for help. Above him, his faithful eagle guide flew on.

(508 words)

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Description

First Pota image for kepperoni of the one, the only big boi ! Got slightly experimental with fur shading since the yetis are big poofs and my usual shading looks weird on them LOL.

#3: Your tokota is mysteriously stranded in foreign territory, be it another part of Tokotna or some place even more exotic/foreign, such as a poacher's den, a zoo or a desert on the other side of the globe. They must discover a way to either survive in their new surroundings or find their way home.

Bonuses: Canon Location (Frost Dragons), dom companion (eagle friend flying freeE) and story (it here)

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The sun had risen and fallen once since the big, tawny dire had taken off over the ice - away from his human companions. While they had been scoping out the various animals (and even tokotas) in those primitive metal contraptions, he had picked up on something else. Something in this land was amiss and he couldn’t stay for whatever mission the humans had been on.
Now Gnarly found himself among the Frost Dragons - known the same by both man and animal - where the air was both cold and hot as steam wafted from the vents. The sun had near set, leaving much of the land dark under a moonless night save for the glowing vents of the frost dragons littering the land around him like ominous eyes watching. Every step the yeti took was cautious. In this light, he could hardly tell which way to go not that he knew what his destination was exactly except that he felt called to.
Above him an eagle had been trailing him since his departure from the humans. It looked similar to the one he’d seen before but he could not say for sure if it was. For all he knew, the human could have sent it to keep an eye on him but that suspicion lessoned each day that passed as the eagle didn’t return anywhere. It simply followed him, watching, waiting. Now with the sun gone, all he had as a sign of the bird’s presence was the sound of wings flapping between the hisses of the vents.
A vent near him erupted suddenly, causing the dire to jump. He paused for just a moment, eyeing the source, before continuing on. He huffed. Should he rest here? It seemed an ill place for it but Gnarly couldn’t say how long it continued on or if whatever he found at the end would be a better resting place.
Gnarly decided this place would be as good as it would get for now - plus it was warm. He sat down, yawning but suddenly something zipped past his head. He nipped at the air where it had been, folding his ears back. Damn eagle.
He waited a moment, listening to see if it would come back, but it was silent. Just as he began to relax, it screeched. Gnarly stood up, ready to tear the eagle from the sky but then there was a searing pain on his belly. The dire’s teeth clacked shut and his lips drew back at the pain. There had been a vent just beneath him. The eagle had been trying to get him off it he realized as it flew past his head but further away than before and silently.
Gnarly hopped away from it, unsure of how to walk to ease the stinging pain. He could not rest here.
The yeti dire settled for continuing on his journey. He had to reach the edge of these lands now if nothing else but for help. Above him, his faithful eagle guide flew on.

(508 words)

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