:|Fishing|: Onto another

 She was starving, well not starving persay, but her stomach had been empty for the past day. The elder female slowly moved along the ice, using the weight of her massive paws to test the stability with each step. Slowly, she danced along top the frozen surface with methodical grace. Underneath her paws crackled, the sound sharp; thunder shooting down the lake. Her ground did not give. The lonely beast wandered under the gentle cloak of midnight; drifted around the slick ice for many years. The stars and seasonal aurora borealis had become her constant companions; a pack for the lonely, hungry hound. The soft snow marked her trail, journeyed on. She felt the hunger roaring through her tired frame; perhaps her dinner awaited her here, in this lonely corner of the world. The swish and the splash of the fish below tempt her, and she watched as they swam their lives away, unaware of the beautiful predator above them. Beautiful but powerful in her youth, but that has dwindled with age. She was not as strong as she once was. Not as sharp. But the years have done her kindly.

With age came skill.

With skill, Patience.

Practice.  

Method.  

She was brave and knew her way around her frozen arctic world.  

Knew her tricks and tempers.  

Understood her kindness and learned her wrath.  

Her long life had weathered many obstacles and taught her many lessons.

taught her to hunt. 

To fight.

To survive bitter winds 

but now seemed to abandon her through time.  

Overcome by ravenousness, she succumbed to her need. Gathering her weight under her, she reeled back on her haunches. Then she was flying. Arcing in the air a whale breaching the water’s surface and crashing to the ice with strong paws.  She met nothing but resistance as her strength is poured into the cool ice. Thick and too much for the old, lonely, lady to break through; she watched as her livelihood scattered and slipped away into the black depths underneath the treacherous surface. 

It had been a day’s travel and her bone grew weary, her limbs frail and heavy. While starvation was not imminent, the aged tokota felt her hunger begin to mature. She felt her want begin to grow into that dangerous foe. That foe which she all too well. That which ravaged her stomach with pain, depleted her strength, and brought her to the brick of destruction.  No, she beat famine once, she would do it again. She was old, but she was far from defeated. She tested the ice again, still, she was unable to break through. Outmatched by the frigid force, she would have to continue on. With soft resignation, she saw the there was no dinner to be had in this lonely corner of the world.   Hopefully, she would find her meal, before she met the moon again, perhaps. But for now, it was onto another place and another time.

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[490 words]
total 10 HP
This piece took a LONG TIME for me to do, i think collectively i put over 100 hours into it. and took me about 2-3 months to plan it all out. there are still somethings i want to go back and change. but i did try alot of new things with this piece.
 
I had made tikarot much older in this peice, since she has limited slots left i will be aging her accordingly. she is around 16 - 17 in this image, journey worn and hungry after traveling alone for a long time. the oldest breedable tokota is around 24. so i will assume that it will be the oldest they can be for now. This picture also acts as the introduction to her in my storyline 

I cant wait until she find her pack. x3