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Passage of the Alpha Prompt II for Woad 30046 , featuring Necklace of Cans 12812 for story purposes.
Still not terribly happy with this, but I'm still learning painting and my technique. Tried a more yellow color scheme for this one. I really wanted to turn this into a story of how these two get to my headcanon lands, so the short story is a little longer than needed. c:

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.

Optional: +10 for somehow including a depiction of your tokota's soul animal, full body (50%) or worked into the scenery/theme - Raven
Optional: +10 for correct setting - Aqtuquaq Forest
Optional: +10 for a short story of at least 500 words - 786 WC

The imposing figure of the Tokota god studied Woad as he trotted forward out of the rushes. Nagruk's legs alone were as long as Woad was tall and once again, but Woad showed no fear. Perhaps it was his height that gave him a sort of Napoleon complex-- not uncommon in Tokis-- Nagruk thought, expressionless, as the miniature yeti licked his lips and spoke with a short bow.

"Nagruk, Son of Tekkeitsertok, great God of the Hunt, I-- we beseech you. Long has our village suffered at the hands of the long winter, and the cold spring. Many lay dying of hunger. Please, show me your herds that I might bring them to my people."

Nagruk studied the Toki, flicking an ear solemnly. A long moment passed before the god spoke, casting his gaze out over the rushes in the direction that Woad had come. "Where is the other?"

Woad glanced around quickly, not expecting the question. "Noc? Necklace of Cans seeks the herds whilst I beseech you."

Nagruk paused again with the slow ease of a grandfather, of an ancient being with no concept of time. "You will find no success."

Woad blinked, fear sinking his heart. "Great Nagruk--"

"The herds you seek are behind. Even now they pass through the lands your people call home, as your friends and family question your absence." The yeti's folded ears pressed backwards, and his short tail sunk, and Nagruk continued. "You will find what you need in the mountains... though it will not be what you seek."

"Not be what we see--?"

Woad was interrupted by the gentle rustling and clinking of Necklace of Cans' approach. The tin about his neck glinted in the early morning light as fog rolled in from the Aqtuquaq Forest all around them. Both Woad and Nagruk turned to look at the barbary, whose eyes shone with a desperate frustration.

"Where are the herds?" Necklace of Cans asked, nearly a demand, before remembering himself. He squared his shoulders and bowed his head low before the god. "Great Nagruk, I am confused. Your herds appear to be absent from this place--"

"They are not absent." Nagruk assured him. "They are simply not yours to find."

Bewildered, Necklace of Cans turned to Woad, whose grim expression was easy to read even despite his eyes covered in a thick forelock of hair. "We'll find what we need in the mountains," Woad said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "We should go."

Together Necklace of Cans and Woad trekked toward the mountains once more. Woad's raven circled above, a watchful sentry for which Woad was grateful. Suddenly, the raven let out a shrill cackle, descending upon the trail that should have led up into the pass, the pass that would take them home...

If not for the cascade of boulders that now blocked all access, and all escape.

If his heart could sink any lower in that moment, Woad's certainly did. He rushed to the landslide, his raven pecking ineffectually at a boulder, and sniffed furiously. An involuntary whine escaped his throat. "Noc! Noc, how are we going to get back?!"

Necklace of Cans approached the landslide, awestruck. Not an hour ago they had traversed this area, and no rumble had announced the landslide since. It was as though it had happened by sheer miracle--

"You will find no success."

The two Tokotas turned to see Nagruk, and together they seemed to put it together. Outrage filled Woad, who barked toward the towering god. Necklace of Cans glared resentfully, accusingly, toward Nagruk. For a moment Nagruk showed no emotion, before a flicker of compassion passed his face. "There," Nagruk tilted an antler toward a white patch in the midst of the boulder field that was not snow. "You will find sustenance for your bellies, but there," he tilted his other antler toward the now-hidden path, "you will find no path."

"Obviously!" Woad barked, and his raven hissed. "Noc, let's get home. If the herds are there--"

Unfazed, Nagruk interrupted the Toki. "You will find no home where it once was, but a journey through the mountains will bring you to a new home."

"What does that even mean?!"

"GO," The god suddenly boomed, light flaring from his towering form, and both tokotas found themselves startled into submission, remembering just what being they were speaking to. "GO AND FIND THAT WHICH YOU DO NOT SEEK, SO THAT YOU MAY FIND WHAT YOU DO."

There was nothing else to do, Woad figured, except what they were told. Trembling slightly before the God of the Hunt, Woad turned toward the boulder field before him and began to traverse it cautiously. There was nowhere to go but up.

Previous piece: Woad PotA I - New Lands
Next piece: TBD

Description

Passage of the Alpha Prompt II for Woad 30046 , featuring Necklace of Cans 12812 for story purposes.
Still not terribly happy with this, but I'm still learning painting and my technique. Tried a more yellow color scheme for this one. I really wanted to turn this into a story of how these two get to my headcanon lands, so the short story is a little longer than needed. c:

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.

Optional: +10 for somehow including a depiction of your tokota's soul animal, full body (50%) or worked into the scenery/theme - Raven
Optional: +10 for correct setting - Aqtuquaq Forest
Optional: +10 for a short story of at least 500 words - 786 WC

The imposing figure of the Tokota god studied Woad as he trotted forward out of the rushes. Nagruk's legs alone were as long as Woad was tall and once again, but Woad showed no fear. Perhaps it was his height that gave him a sort of Napoleon complex-- not uncommon in Tokis-- Nagruk thought, expressionless, as the miniature yeti licked his lips and spoke with a short bow.

"Nagruk, Son of Tekkeitsertok, great God of the Hunt, I-- we beseech you. Long has our village suffered at the hands of the long winter, and the cold spring. Many lay dying of hunger. Please, show me your herds that I might bring them to my people."

Nagruk studied the Toki, flicking an ear solemnly. A long moment passed before the god spoke, casting his gaze out over the rushes in the direction that Woad had come. "Where is the other?"

Woad glanced around quickly, not expecting the question. "Noc? Necklace of Cans seeks the herds whilst I beseech you."

Nagruk paused again with the slow ease of a grandfather, of an ancient being with no concept of time. "You will find no success."

Woad blinked, fear sinking his heart. "Great Nagruk--"

"The herds you seek are behind. Even now they pass through the lands your people call home, as your friends and family question your absence." The yeti's folded ears pressed backwards, and his short tail sunk, and Nagruk continued. "You will find what you need in the mountains... though it will not be what you seek."

"Not be what we see--?"

Woad was interrupted by the gentle rustling and clinking of Necklace of Cans' approach. The tin about his neck glinted in the early morning light as fog rolled in from the Aqtuquaq Forest all around them. Both Woad and Nagruk turned to look at the barbary, whose eyes shone with a desperate frustration.

"Where are the herds?" Necklace of Cans asked, nearly a demand, before remembering himself. He squared his shoulders and bowed his head low before the god. "Great Nagruk, I am confused. Your herds appear to be absent from this place--"

"They are not absent." Nagruk assured him. "They are simply not yours to find."

Bewildered, Necklace of Cans turned to Woad, whose grim expression was easy to read even despite his eyes covered in a thick forelock of hair. "We'll find what we need in the mountains," Woad said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "We should go."

Together Necklace of Cans and Woad trekked toward the mountains once more. Woad's raven circled above, a watchful sentry for which Woad was grateful. Suddenly, the raven let out a shrill cackle, descending upon the trail that should have led up into the pass, the pass that would take them home...

If not for the cascade of boulders that now blocked all access, and all escape.

If his heart could sink any lower in that moment, Woad's certainly did. He rushed to the landslide, his raven pecking ineffectually at a boulder, and sniffed furiously. An involuntary whine escaped his throat. "Noc! Noc, how are we going to get back?!"

Necklace of Cans approached the landslide, awestruck. Not an hour ago they had traversed this area, and no rumble had announced the landslide since. It was as though it had happened by sheer miracle--

"You will find no success."

The two Tokotas turned to see Nagruk, and together they seemed to put it together. Outrage filled Woad, who barked toward the towering god. Necklace of Cans glared resentfully, accusingly, toward Nagruk. For a moment Nagruk showed no emotion, before a flicker of compassion passed his face. "There," Nagruk tilted an antler toward a white patch in the midst of the boulder field that was not snow. "You will find sustenance for your bellies, but there," he tilted his other antler toward the now-hidden path, "you will find no path."

"Obviously!" Woad barked, and his raven hissed. "Noc, let's get home. If the herds are there--"

Unfazed, Nagruk interrupted the Toki. "You will find no home where it once was, but a journey through the mountains will bring you to a new home."

"What does that even mean?!"

"GO," The god suddenly boomed, light flaring from his towering form, and both tokotas found themselves startled into submission, remembering just what being they were speaking to. "GO AND FIND THAT WHICH YOU DO NOT SEEK, SO THAT YOU MAY FIND WHAT YOU DO."

There was nothing else to do, Woad figured, except what they were told. Trembling slightly before the God of the Hunt, Woad turned toward the boulder field before him and began to traverse it cautiously. There was nowhere to go but up.

Previous piece: Woad PotA I - New Lands
Next piece: TBD