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:// Dire Days : Task 1E VE N T

Name:// Metnadr 616
Handler's Name:// Kilian Ødegård
Task/Bonus Objective:// Task 1 for Dire Days
Expedition Journal:// sta.sh/04wjnis1j59
HP Acquired:// Full Body - Colored and Shaded - 3 HP
Complex Background - 2 HP
Non-Commissioned - 1 HP
Handler Bonus - 2 HP
Literature (607 words) - 3 HP
Non-Commissioned Literature - 1 HP
Total: +12 HP

"It'll be okay, girl." Kilian whispered in Norwegian to the dun Tokota, kissing the tips of one of her deaf ears. He had heard deaf animals felt the vibrations and found them comforting, even if they didn't understand what was said. Though perhaps it was not Metnaðr that needed comforting, but the faerie.

Other Tokotas seemed to sense that there was something off about him and Aurora, something enticing, yet off-putting. Thus, their reactions could never be guaranteed. It seemed only the slightly damaged ones, those that would struggle in the wild, took to them as the normal 'humans' they feigned to be. Aurora was much better at the pretending than he was, though he'd gotten remarkably better since he had washed up on the shore of Toradh those years ago. However, Metnaðr didn't seem to care about any of that. It was hard to know what was going on in her head, for she was so stoic, so aloof to everything around her. The harsh arctic wind ruffled through her thick mane of fur and she gave a little snort of displeasure. Svalbard was nice in comparison. Kilian tightened down the Tokota's saddle onto her back, and clasped the noseband in place. "We need to get up there before it gets any worse." Kilian murmured, his dark blue eyes drifting skyward to the white-out sky.

Thus, the pair climbed, with Metnaðr's head down low to the ground against the howling wind, Kilian pulling the wolverine fur lining closer to him as he fought a shiver and tucked down closer to his mount. It was a giant task for his first time really 'out' with the giant carnivorous beast. He trusted her, and he hoped that she trusted him in turn. It was going to be necessary as the journey progessed. The snow started coming in sideways as the wind howled, carrying the distant sounds of rock falls and cave-ins. The path narrowed drastically, with a jagged cliff to one side and a sheer drop to the other, as night finally fell in a semi-permanent twilight haze. A giant gust of wind caught Metnaðr and pushed her toward the wall, however her face seemed set in determination. Kilian slid from her back as he realized the wind conditions were turning him into a giant sail, and if the wind dared shift the other direction, any misstep from his mount would cost them dearly. Thus, as he dropped to the snow, he crouched down into the snow, and tapped the ground to try to indicate this idea to her as well. Confused, she stared at him a long while until another gust came, bringing an intriguing scent along. Torn, her nose lifted up into the air and she snuffled desperately, taking a few steps forward, before she glanced back at Kilian with a questioning gaze. Kilian nodded, following behind her, his beaver fur mittens crusted in snow and ice.

With her nose to the ground, Metnaðr pulled away, purpose found and Kilian all but forgotten as he clambered after her. Silently, the Tokota moved effortlessly through the driving snow, freed from the weight on her back. Soon, she was all but a brown blur. It did not take her long to be nearly out of sight, and dumbly, Kilian called to her, however his voice fell on deaf ears. As Kilian mounted the next pass, Naðr was nowhere to be found. It took a long second for the echo of his voice to subside and he realized he was all alone. Or might have been, but for the rumbling growl of a cougar echoing off the mountain ridges.

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• Art and Characters © merled •

• Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent

Description

:// Dire Days : Task 1E VE N T

Name:// Metnadr 616
Handler's Name:// Kilian Ødegård
Task/Bonus Objective:// Task 1 for Dire Days
Expedition Journal:// sta.sh/04wjnis1j59
HP Acquired:// Full Body - Colored and Shaded - 3 HP
Complex Background - 2 HP
Non-Commissioned - 1 HP
Handler Bonus - 2 HP
Literature (607 words) - 3 HP
Non-Commissioned Literature - 1 HP
Total: +12 HP

"It'll be okay, girl." Kilian whispered in Norwegian to the dun Tokota, kissing the tips of one of her deaf ears. He had heard deaf animals felt the vibrations and found them comforting, even if they didn't understand what was said. Though perhaps it was not Metnaðr that needed comforting, but the faerie.

Other Tokotas seemed to sense that there was something off about him and Aurora, something enticing, yet off-putting. Thus, their reactions could never be guaranteed. It seemed only the slightly damaged ones, those that would struggle in the wild, took to them as the normal 'humans' they feigned to be. Aurora was much better at the pretending than he was, though he'd gotten remarkably better since he had washed up on the shore of Toradh those years ago. However, Metnaðr didn't seem to care about any of that. It was hard to know what was going on in her head, for she was so stoic, so aloof to everything around her. The harsh arctic wind ruffled through her thick mane of fur and she gave a little snort of displeasure. Svalbard was nice in comparison. Kilian tightened down the Tokota's saddle onto her back, and clasped the noseband in place. "We need to get up there before it gets any worse." Kilian murmured, his dark blue eyes drifting skyward to the white-out sky.

Thus, the pair climbed, with Metnaðr's head down low to the ground against the howling wind, Kilian pulling the wolverine fur lining closer to him as he fought a shiver and tucked down closer to his mount. It was a giant task for his first time really 'out' with the giant carnivorous beast. He trusted her, and he hoped that she trusted him in turn. It was going to be necessary as the journey progessed. The snow started coming in sideways as the wind howled, carrying the distant sounds of rock falls and cave-ins. The path narrowed drastically, with a jagged cliff to one side and a sheer drop to the other, as night finally fell in a semi-permanent twilight haze. A giant gust of wind caught Metnaðr and pushed her toward the wall, however her face seemed set in determination. Kilian slid from her back as he realized the wind conditions were turning him into a giant sail, and if the wind dared shift the other direction, any misstep from his mount would cost them dearly. Thus, as he dropped to the snow, he crouched down into the snow, and tapped the ground to try to indicate this idea to her as well. Confused, she stared at him a long while until another gust came, bringing an intriguing scent along. Torn, her nose lifted up into the air and she snuffled desperately, taking a few steps forward, before she glanced back at Kilian with a questioning gaze. Kilian nodded, following behind her, his beaver fur mittens crusted in snow and ice.

With her nose to the ground, Metnaðr pulled away, purpose found and Kilian all but forgotten as he clambered after her. Silently, the Tokota moved effortlessly through the driving snow, freed from the weight on her back. Soon, she was all but a brown blur. It did not take her long to be nearly out of sight, and dumbly, Kilian called to her, however his voice fell on deaf ears. As Kilian mounted the next pass, Naðr was nowhere to be found. It took a long second for the echo of his voice to subside and he realized he was all alone. Or might have been, but for the rumbling growl of a cougar echoing off the mountain ridges.

∞

• Art and Characters © merled •

• Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent