Paradise - RoD3 (2hours)

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RoD 3 - 511

It was good to see him again. How long had it been? Forever it seemed. Since spending the last month and a half tending to her rites, the young female Paradise had made friends with a strange creature that many wouldn’t have thought a Tokota could possibly make friends with. Perched before her on a toppled down and long forgotten Totem a very large older looking bald eagle sat. A sign freedom and one of the birds that people often flocked to see. It wasn’t a rare sight to see the animal, but it was stunning nonetheless. Taking a small step forward the long mane seemed to smile as her attention turned toward the creature. Funny enough it had been the same eagle that had helped her through her first Rite along with tempting her during her second. Now she stood there nearly finished with everything needed for Dominance. Everything but one thing. Her companion had to relieve itself. Like her mother with the stag and Yamaha with the wolf, Paradise had followed the path of the eagle. A fierce bird of the sky that no one could tame. Freely circling over the world below it as it looked for tiny morsels to eat. For a long time, Paradise felt a kin with the feathery creature as if she had once been like him. Maybe in another life, but the long mane couldn’t really be sure. Standing there facing one another the Tokota and eagle seemed to stare at one another before an all too familiar feeling rushed over Paradise’s body.

She had entered the cavern pool and drinking from the water had spied what spirit would bind to her. Creature of high intelligence and wisdom beyond its years. A need to fly higher than any other bird and conquer the lands below its winds. The eagle was the ultimate sign of freedom and forever the bird would continue to live its life without chains. It encircled her and told her she was worth its blessing. With wings on the wind and claws toward the ground, the spirit of the eagle would always be near when she needed it. No matter what, it would come when she needed its guidance. While Paradise was not free like the giant white headed bird she felt a sense of satisfaction with her family. Cassandra was a great handler and she couldn’t ask for anything more. Maybe someday she would run wild and untamed like her ancestors before her, but for now, the long mane was content sticking around with her family. Turning back to the eagle, Paradise huffed softly as she watched the small puff of hot air rising toward the sky. As if on cue the eagle opened its large brownish colored wings and with one heavy thrust of air it took to the skies as it circled about the Tokota. Home. They’d be going home together. Turning back toward the trail she had wandered off of, Paradise slowly made her way back toward the tree line as the eagle flew above her.