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Zenith the Iceprong
Zephyr
The Custom Glacier Antlephore
Owner: Chrysariel
Age: 14 years, 5 months, 6 days
Born: November 12th, 2009
Adopted: 2 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: May 22nd, 2021
Statistics
- Level: 79
- Strength: 200
- Defense: 195
- Speed: 193
- Health: 195
- HP: 195/195
- Intelligence: 341
- Books Read: 340
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Certified Mad Scientist
Profile Code by: Yuzu
Extra Code by:
Edited by: Chrysariel
Story by: Holiday Secret Pet Santa
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Background by: MaxPixel.net
Falling Snowflake Code by: GitHub
Metal frame by: PngTree
Snowflake by: Clipart Library
Purple Glow by: Roblox
Hill by: OpenClipart Vectors
Small Snow by: clkerPngTree
Large Snow by: FreePngImg
Name Art by: Chrysariel
Thanks to Sopheroo
for letting me adopt him~ <3
(Legacy Name Laurence)
Unlike some, Zephyr had been fortunate enough to be born in the lands of winter. ‘Fortunate,’ of course, being subjective. Many would whisper in nervous tones about famine and frost, driving those who survived to desperate means of doing so. And those were the lucky ones, surrounded by the frozen corpses of those who did not.
“Killjoys!” Zephyr would argue, before snorting at his own joke and bounding away. It was not that he did not know these things were a part of winter. But he would argue they were simply a part of life no matter where you were. His conversations with his friend Jaela certainly supported that. Okay, maybe not the freezing part, but cold wasn’t the only dangerous weather.
“Zephyr,” a weary lain said one day. “Your head is always in the clouds.”
“No,” he said back. “Yours, maybe, when you fly into them.”
“You know that is not what I mean,” the lain said. “Once upon a time…”
Zephyr suppressed a sigh.
“There was a young lain who believed he would always be safe and sound. He had strong wings to carry him into the sky, sharp eyes with which to look out for danger, and a meadow full of food.”
“Did winter arrive?” Zephyr guessed dully.
“But he was young,” the lain continued as though they had not spoken. “And had not yet experienced all the seasons. Winter arrived, but slowly. First, the leaves turned orange and gold, and he remarked on this with delight. Then, they fell from the trees and rotted away. There was a surplus of food as the insects feasted.
“Then, the insects disappeared, and frost coated the bare branches. The young lain then found himself without food, and he had not thought to stuff his nest with moss before it was gone. He waited at his regular haunts for food and found nothing. Soon…” the lain paused dramatically.
“He died?” Zephyr offered.
“He died! Ambushed by a starving anyu.”
“Of course he did,” Zephyr said, the lain huffing a bit. “But let me tell you a story as well. Once upon a time, there was a young lain who believed he would always be safe and sound. He had strong wings to carry him into the sky, sharp eyes with which to look out for danger, and a meadow full of food.”
“And then winter arrived,” the lain said.
“Yes,” Zephyr agreed. “Though he had not yet experienced all the seasons yet, he knew what was to come. Because an elder lain, when he remarked on the changing of the leaves with delight, advised him to both appreciate their beauty and their warning. ‘First, the elder lain told him, the leaves will change. Now is the time to stuff one's nest with warmth.’ The young lain did so.”
“Now,’ the elder lain then said, ‘is the time to dry some insects before they hide. Store them with berries for later, as food will become scarce.’ The young lain did so.”
“Winter arrived, the first drifts wondrous and confusing. The elder lain met him at his nest and said, ‘Now, I will show you where the insects hide.’ And they both flew out to a fallen log, and after scraping some bark away, a feast was revealed.”
“Always mind yourself when so low,’ the elder lain said through a beakful. ‘For others hunger, and distraction is deadly.’ And they both took to the wing as an anyu entered the clearing.”
“Bah!” the lain said as Zephyr finished his story. “That is just being shown how to survive. How will you truly learn if you are just told what to expect?”
“It is kindly sharing one’s knowledge. Winter can be cold and bitter enough. Why make it more so? There is still plenty to learn.”
“Because,” the lain said sourly.
“Because then you will spend all your time trying to survive,” Zephyr said. “Alone! And while you are doing that, you will miss the beauty of winter. Look at the snowflakes! They are all unique. Supposedly. They sorta look the same to me…”
Zephyr squinted at a pile on a nearby branch, then shook his head and focused. “Anyway. Look at how some trees still have their leaves! They are sharp, and barely edible, but they fill the air with such a delightful smell. And bright red berries decorate the snow. Don’t eat them, by the way. They are poisonous.”
“I know that,” the lain said.
“And I am glad. But what if you had not? I lose nothing from telling you.”
“Bah.”
“Humbug!” Zephyr said, beaming. “I can enjoy the wonders of winter and be aware of its dangers. Oh, don’t be that way!”
The lain flew off, and Zephyr rolled his eyes again before bounding off to another snow pile.
Hours passed, the sky bleeding orange and purple as the sun set. Stars began to twinkle, and Zephyr hummed contently as he settled on a hilltop. There was a fluttering of wings, and the lain landed next to him, a bundled cloth in his talons.
“Hi,” the lain said.
“Hi!” Zephyr replied.
The lain then huffed and opened the bundle. Inside were a number of cookies—oatmeal and blueberry, by the smell of them. Without saying anything else the lain pushed the cookies towards Zephyr, grabbed one for himself, and joined him in looking up at the sky.
Night properly fell and the stars faded, replaced with the blazing colors of the northern lights. The snow glimmered as if to replace the stars, and they were three cookies in before Zephyr broke the silence that had fallen between them to say, “These are really good.”
“Thanks.” The lain said gruffly.
Eventually the lights faded, and the lain flew off without another word. “Happy holidays!” Zephyr called.
Pet Treasure
Buried in the Snow
Big Book of Snowballs
Snowfall Games Concept Art Book
Packing Snow
Autobiography of a Snowflake
Collection of Snowflakes
Caring for Snow Fairies
Book of Snow Fairy Tales
Snow Fairies: Fact or Marsh Gas?
Never Pet A Snow Fairy
Bag of Glacier Chocolates
Baby Reindeer
Tiny Deer Knickknack
Reindeer Snowman
Antlephore Snow Sculpture
Snowman Wallcling
Blue BB Reindeer Sticker
Green BB Reindeer Sticker
Red BB Reindeer Sticker
Yellow BB Reindeer Sticker
Black Plastic Reindeer
Blue Plastic Reindeer
Brown Plastic Reindeer
Cream Plastic Reindeer
Green Plastic Reindeer
Gray Plastic Reindeer
Pink Plastic Reindeer
White Plastic Reindeer
Rocking Reindeer
Loyal Reindeer Plushie
Lone Reindeer Knickknack
Obnoxious Inflatable Antlephore Reindeer Lawn Ornament
Blue Reindeer Lights
Green Reindeer Lights
Red Reindeer Lights
Mortigan Pull-Along
Mortigan
Mortigan Plushie
Carved Snowflake Decal
Snowflakes
Snowfall
Pile of Snow
Melting Snowball
Snow Covered Branch
Cut Glass Snowflake Paperweight
Foam Snowflake Stamps
Jar of Captured Snowflakes
Snow Fairy Wings
Irregularly-Sized Snowballs
Snow Petal
Snow Sparkle Glass Bauble
Bluegreen Snow Fairy
Green Snow Fairy
Pink Snow Fairy
Red Snow Fairy
Violet Snow Fairy
White Snow Fairy
Yellow Snow Fairy