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Arctic the Reva
Arctic the Reva
Celsius_727
Legacy Name: Celsius_727
The
Glacier JollinOwner: Scraaww
Age: 14 years, 7 months, 2 weeks
Born: October 23rd, 2011
Adopted: 13 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: August 14th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 51
- Strength: 31
- Defense: 31
- Speed: 31
- Health: 32
- HP: 10/32
- Intelligence: 17
- Books Read: 17
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Register Supervisor
As the last glimpse of the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature dipped with it. A cold wind picked up and coursed its way through every open crack it could find, chilling every warm body it touched to announce the arrival of nightfall. A family huddled together in their small home rejoicing in the freshly seared seal meat caught just hours ago. The fire was burning bright and with bellies full, three young children gathered by their grandmother's side, their voices ringing together like wind chimes. "Umma, tell us a story!"shouted the middle child with glee. "Yea, Umma. Please?" agreed the oldest as the youngest picked her place by fire. The elderly woman answered softly, "Ah my little ones, of course I will."
"Long ago before the northern lights shone in the sky," she started, "great spirits roamed this land as flesh and blood beings. Every thing has a soul and these spirits where the oldest of souls with abilities beyond our knowledge. They watch over our people, they are our guardians and we owe much to to the spirits."
The wind howled outside, whistling through the pine branches as the woman recited the tale. A transparent figure slowly took shape in the snow, a warm glow emitting from its center that pulsed with each spoken word. Step by step its shape became more defined as it approached to listen in; the misty fox was now curled beneath the window sill, his softly glowing heart beating in time with the elderly woman's.
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It had been a harsh winter, hunting was scarce and shelter from the cold was even scarcer. A young woman, no more than twenty years of age, emerged from a hut in the frozen village. The fresh powder squishing beneath her moccasins as she gathered more wood for the dwindling fire inside. As she wandered farther and farther from the village, the snowfall became thicker and thicker. Her footing soon gave way as she fell down a slope and with that the young woman was lost. Barely being able to see beyond fifteen paces, she tried to shout for help, but the wind stole her words with each yell. It's hopeless. I'm going to die out here, she despaired. You will live, rang a defiant voice in her head, but it was not of her own.
"Who's there!"
"I heard you!"
"PLEASE! "
"Is anyone there?! Answer me!"
Hush child, I am here. You will not fall to this storm. She frantically searched around her and saw no one, no wait! There before her was a bone-chilling sight: a pillar of snow was rushing toward her, a hot, white aura emitting from its core. Before she could run, the pillar was upon her; she closed her eyes and fell to the ground hoping it would pass over. It did not. Peeking from between her fingers, she saw the pillar had dispersed and left behind was a gigantic, glowing, white fox.
What are you doing, young miss? Please, stand on your feet. I will not harm you. "How? Who? What is this?" she blurted out, half from amazement and half from fear. I am answering your calls. You are lost, are you not? Now quickly, listen and follow. If you do not, this spot will become your grave. She stood up at once, now fully aware of the blizzard tumbling in, "Okay, I'm listening." Hurry, gather your wood and get on my back.
They rushed through the storm, the snow biting at her nose, the air clawing at her parka, the storm following suit, and faster the giant fox ran. She could see glimpses of home now. The other villagers were boarding up their huts in preparation. I'm going to be all right. I'm going to be all right! One more blink of her eyes and she was in an arm's reach of the door. The fox was gone. "Where have you been?! Get in here before we all freeze to death!" shrieked her mother.
It was four days before the blizzard passed and people were free to leave the protection of their shelters. The sky was finally clear and the air was as calm as a slumbering leopard seal. The young woman peered out her window toward the direction she had walked four days earlier. It couldn't have been a dream. It just couldn't have been. She dressed in her warmest clothes and set out to find her fox. Tracking her way to the slope proved difficult, but she found it nonetheless and carefully secured her rope ladder.
"Hello! Fox! Are you out there?"The only answer was her own echo. "Are you there? Are you real?" No answer again. "Please...?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement, Yes, but it was just an arctic hare. She sat down discouraged and began throwing snowballs at the trees around her. For months she repeated this routine, convinced that her fox was out there. It wasn't until during the northern lights danced across the sky that she found him again.
The village was reveling in the lights, dancing, feasting, and sharing stories around the communal fire. She looked to the lights just soon enough to catch a string of white fall from the sky. No one noticed her leave as she followed the fading trail to the slope. There, standing tall, was her fox glowing brightly. "I knew you were real."
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"The young woman spent that night draped in the spirit's glow. In the morning she returned home knowing she may never see her winter spirit again. The years went on and it was true, she never met with the large fox again, but on certain occasions she could feel him watching over her," spoke the elderly woman. As the children were tucked into their cots, the woman moved slowly to the window. She slowly opened it and peered out as if looking for an old friend. Her eyes failing her, she did not see her guardian slumbering just inches below, his soft aura just barely visible as snow freckled his body.
"Long ago before the northern lights shone in the sky," she started, "great spirits roamed this land as flesh and blood beings. Every thing has a soul and these spirits where the oldest of souls with abilities beyond our knowledge. They watch over our people, they are our guardians and we owe much to to the spirits."
The wind howled outside, whistling through the pine branches as the woman recited the tale. A transparent figure slowly took shape in the snow, a warm glow emitting from its center that pulsed with each spoken word. Step by step its shape became more defined as it approached to listen in; the misty fox was now curled beneath the window sill, his softly glowing heart beating in time with the elderly woman's.
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It had been a harsh winter, hunting was scarce and shelter from the cold was even scarcer. A young woman, no more than twenty years of age, emerged from a hut in the frozen village. The fresh powder squishing beneath her moccasins as she gathered more wood for the dwindling fire inside. As she wandered farther and farther from the village, the snowfall became thicker and thicker. Her footing soon gave way as she fell down a slope and with that the young woman was lost. Barely being able to see beyond fifteen paces, she tried to shout for help, but the wind stole her words with each yell. It's hopeless. I'm going to die out here, she despaired. You will live, rang a defiant voice in her head, but it was not of her own.
"Who's there!"
"I heard you!"
"PLEASE! "
"Is anyone there?! Answer me!"
Hush child, I am here. You will not fall to this storm. She frantically searched around her and saw no one, no wait! There before her was a bone-chilling sight: a pillar of snow was rushing toward her, a hot, white aura emitting from its core. Before she could run, the pillar was upon her; she closed her eyes and fell to the ground hoping it would pass over. It did not. Peeking from between her fingers, she saw the pillar had dispersed and left behind was a gigantic, glowing, white fox.
What are you doing, young miss? Please, stand on your feet. I will not harm you. "How? Who? What is this?" she blurted out, half from amazement and half from fear. I am answering your calls. You are lost, are you not? Now quickly, listen and follow. If you do not, this spot will become your grave. She stood up at once, now fully aware of the blizzard tumbling in, "Okay, I'm listening." Hurry, gather your wood and get on my back.
They rushed through the storm, the snow biting at her nose, the air clawing at her parka, the storm following suit, and faster the giant fox ran. She could see glimpses of home now. The other villagers were boarding up their huts in preparation. I'm going to be all right. I'm going to be all right! One more blink of her eyes and she was in an arm's reach of the door. The fox was gone. "Where have you been?! Get in here before we all freeze to death!" shrieked her mother.
It was four days before the blizzard passed and people were free to leave the protection of their shelters. The sky was finally clear and the air was as calm as a slumbering leopard seal. The young woman peered out her window toward the direction she had walked four days earlier. It couldn't have been a dream. It just couldn't have been. She dressed in her warmest clothes and set out to find her fox. Tracking her way to the slope proved difficult, but she found it nonetheless and carefully secured her rope ladder.
"Hello! Fox! Are you out there?"The only answer was her own echo. "Are you there? Are you real?" No answer again. "Please...?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement, Yes, but it was just an arctic hare. She sat down discouraged and began throwing snowballs at the trees around her. For months she repeated this routine, convinced that her fox was out there. It wasn't until during the northern lights danced across the sky that she found him again.
The village was reveling in the lights, dancing, feasting, and sharing stories around the communal fire. She looked to the lights just soon enough to catch a string of white fall from the sky. No one noticed her leave as she followed the fading trail to the slope. There, standing tall, was her fox glowing brightly. "I knew you were real."
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"The young woman spent that night draped in the spirit's glow. In the morning she returned home knowing she may never see her winter spirit again. The years went on and it was true, she never met with the large fox again, but on certain occasions she could feel him watching over her," spoke the elderly woman. As the children were tucked into their cots, the woman moved slowly to the window. She slowly opened it and peered out as if looking for an old friend. Her eyes failing her, she did not see her guardian slumbering just inches below, his soft aura just barely visible as snow freckled his body.