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2/2 RoDs for Innupait ft. Odinn

3. A great eagle has coaxed your tokota to the top of a mountain, insistently urging them to follow. At the top of a bluff, there is a sheer drop in between them and another plateau; the eagle appears to be challenging them to leap. Will your tokota back down, or take the challenge and feel what it’s like to soar?
Bonuses:
- handler
- soul animal (black eagle)
- correct setting (Illuq Forest)
- 500 word story

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It had been two nights since the eagle had led them out of the Iluq and onto the winding path down to the village. Odinn’s handler busied herself with drying out the herbs and meats that they had found on their expedition, ordering Odinn himself to rest up before they would make the return trek home. But Odinn couldn’t rest – each day, there was a pounding in his chest like bird wings and he’d wake up with legs racing fruitlessly through dreams. As he prowled the village, in the corner of his eye he’d catch the golden glint of the eagle’s, but as he turned his head to catch them, they’d be gone. At night Odinn howled soulfully into the Iluq and received the cries of wild packs in return, but never the piercing shriek that he had the urge to hear again.

After the third night, Odinn’s handler set them away from the village, farewelling the family that had allowed them to stay, paying them with dried fish. His handler had noticed how on edge Odinn was, but told herself that he was probably very tired – perhaps this expedition had been too much for him. She grated herself for not keeping track of time that night, and vowed to give the Tokota some treats when they returned home.

The forest was beautiful in the day time – stunningly green with contrasting yellow flowers popping up with Spring. Odinn’s ears flicked at every crick and crack of twig or squirrel scatter, and constantly seemed to have an eye on the canopy, searching for something …

Then, finally, Odinn saw it again: the bird, the great black eagle, peering down from the canopy, a small cry creeping from its beak. Odinn tensed at once and barked up at the bird, tail high and alert. He felt a warmth in his body like he was seeing an old friend, and bowed towards the eagle, not wanting it to leave.

The eagle, as in the night they met, swept up from its perch and winged lazily through the forest, black feathers falling to the ground as Odinn followed obediently. Higher and higher up the circling mountain Odinn ran, his handler confused and worried as he single-mindedly chased the bird once again.

“Odinn, slow down, there’s a cliff up ahead!” his handler gasped, clutching the fur of Odinn’s mane.

Odinn huffed, but his legs didn’t want to stop, and as the eagle burst out of the forest and crossed the gaping divide between the two cliff faces, screeching like a challenge for him to follow, Odinn couldn’t back down.

“Odinn wait!” he felt his handler clamp down around his shoulders for dear life as he pounded the ground with legs like pistons, leaping off the cliff with frightening calmness, reaching with stretched paws from the landing.

Odinn came back to ground clumsily but without harm, his handler clambering off his back and falling to the ground with unsteady feet. “Why did you …?” she pleaded to her Tokota. Odinn gave a small sound in the back of his throat a threw his head towards the eagle, with stood, pleased, opposite them.

WORD COUNT: 526

Description
2/2 RoDs for Innupait ft. Odinn

3. A great eagle has coaxed your tokota to the top of a mountain, insistently urging them to follow. At the top of a bluff, there is a sheer drop in between them and another plateau; the eagle appears to be challenging them to leap. Will your tokota back down, or take the challenge and feel what it’s like to soar?
Bonuses:
- handler
- soul animal (black eagle)
- correct setting (Illuq Forest)
- 500 word story

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It had been two nights since the eagle had led them out of the Iluq and onto the winding path down to the village. Odinn’s handler busied herself with drying out the herbs and meats that they had found on their expedition, ordering Odinn himself to rest up before they would make the return trek home. But Odinn couldn’t rest – each day, there was a pounding in his chest like bird wings and he’d wake up with legs racing fruitlessly through dreams. As he prowled the village, in the corner of his eye he’d catch the golden glint of the eagle’s, but as he turned his head to catch them, they’d be gone. At night Odinn howled soulfully into the Iluq and received the cries of wild packs in return, but never the piercing shriek that he had the urge to hear again.

After the third night, Odinn’s handler set them away from the village, farewelling the family that had allowed them to stay, paying them with dried fish. His handler had noticed how on edge Odinn was, but told herself that he was probably very tired – perhaps this expedition had been too much for him. She grated herself for not keeping track of time that night, and vowed to give the Tokota some treats when they returned home.

The forest was beautiful in the day time – stunningly green with contrasting yellow flowers popping up with Spring. Odinn’s ears flicked at every crick and crack of twig or squirrel scatter, and constantly seemed to have an eye on the canopy, searching for something …

Then, finally, Odinn saw it again: the bird, the great black eagle, peering down from the canopy, a small cry creeping from its beak. Odinn tensed at once and barked up at the bird, tail high and alert. He felt a warmth in his body like he was seeing an old friend, and bowed towards the eagle, not wanting it to leave.

The eagle, as in the night they met, swept up from its perch and winged lazily through the forest, black feathers falling to the ground as Odinn followed obediently. Higher and higher up the circling mountain Odinn ran, his handler confused and worried as he single-mindedly chased the bird once again.

“Odinn, slow down, there’s a cliff up ahead!” his handler gasped, clutching the fur of Odinn’s mane.

Odinn huffed, but his legs didn’t want to stop, and as the eagle burst out of the forest and crossed the gaping divide between the two cliff faces, screeching like a challenge for him to follow, Odinn couldn’t back down.

“Odinn wait!” he felt his handler clamp down around his shoulders for dear life as he pounded the ground with legs like pistons, leaping off the cliff with frightening calmness, reaching with stretched paws from the landing.

Odinn came back to ground clumsily but without harm, his handler clambering off his back and falling to the ground with unsteady feet. “Why did you …?” she pleaded to her Tokota. Odinn gave a small sound in the back of his throat a threw his head towards the eagle, with stood, pleased, opposite them.

WORD COUNT: 526