*blood warning* Took me 1 hour or something Other one took a day Press space for new Press green flag for old. I know I gave Frostbite summer clothes... read the lore if you want to know why
~~~~LORE~~~~* Frostbite and their family were taking a walk through the snow. "Wow, the snow is beautiful... I want to go play in it." Frostbite murmurs. It is true, though. The little flakes reflect the noonday sun, making the ground look like thousands of crystals-and not to mention the snow-capped trees. Very enticing. Very beautiful. Their littermate, Finch, replies "But we need to stay close to Mommy and Daddy!" "But I'll only play for a little bit, then come back," Frostbite thinks. They look at Finch inncoently. "It'll only be a minute," they mew. Frostbite heads out into the snow, Finch looking worriedly back at them. They pass trees upon trees, snow upon snow. Long over a minute passes. There's nothing. Nothing but the enticing snow. Frostbite shivers. "It's cold," they chatter. "Mommy? Daddy? Finch?" They left long ago, trying to escape the cold. Of course, Frostbite is unaware of this. Frostbite coughs something warm onto the ground. It hurts. "Ow..." Frostbite mewls pitifully, shivers and coughs wracking their body. they remember their family, and how warm it was there, which only makes them feel colder. A snowmound lies beside them. It looks comfy. And warm. Frostbite needs warm more than anything else. "I'll just lie here for a bit... until Mommy and Daddy find me," Frostbite thinks. They fall asleep, colder than ever. ... Frostbite wakes up. "Why is it so warm? It was so cold earlier. The snowmound was cold. " Soon, they find themselves out of the mound. "It's STILL not cold." They take off their jacket and all the rest of their winter gear-- even their boots, because Frostbite always carries their sneakers, which now they put on. "Even NOW its not cold!" they mew in delight. Then an idea strikes them. "I need to find Mommy and Daddy!" They pound away into the snow, their sneakers somehow refusing to get wet or sink in the snow. Some say Frostbite is still looking for their family, but of course, this is a lie... ~~~ Epilogue~~~ The icicles Frostbite's tail tinkle, disturbing the peace of the quiet, snowy forest. They know they are de. They knew a while ago, as it has been years since that final day of true warmth, not this simulated comfort given to them at de. Why are they getting older? Not in size much but losing key features of a child, and also in personality. They know they'll stop at some point, since they can't di3 again. Currently they're around 14, and they enjoy being a dece delinquent. Knocking over furniture, messing up radio stations, hearing the screaming coming out of the cabins, simply because they stole an omelet off their plate. What? Frostbite was kinda hungry. De people are allowed to be hungry. Plus, no one ever saw them well, so why not just assume it was the wind? Now that they think about it, wind stealing an omelet sounds pretty stupid. Anyways, Frostbite, at times, still missed their family. Sometimes they could've sworn Finch was just over a snowbank, their mother beating snow off the pines. Probably just hallucinations, that came when they dozed off. Nothing important. Frostbite throws a wickedly pointy icicle at a target they carved in a tree with said icicle. Is it weird that when Frostbite holds an icicle, they harden almost to the point of steel? Frostbite nearly hits the center. "ARRGH!" they yell at the sky. "I ALMOST had it!" They lash their tail, the icicles' tinkling lining up with their speech, giving it a ethereal quality. Ha. As if you could get more ethereal than Frostbite themself. Maybe they should just break a bowl or twist a spoon in someone's cabin to cheer themselves up. As Frostbite walked along towards their next target of terrifying, annoying haunting, they saw a person. Staring at them-- They can DEFINITELY see Frostbite. And they look like Frostbite's brother. And they're 14, by the looks of it. And that's how old Frostbite is. And Frostbite and their brother were twins. "Finch...?" Frostbite murmurs, still as if they were completely frozen through. "Frostbite?" Finch whispers. Frostbite feels a lump in their throat, but when they speak, it is casual and steady. "Yup! Could be better though, before you ask how I'm doing. Kinda literally frozen here. What about you?" He smiles charmingly. But tears are welling up on Finch's eyes. "I thought you were de all this time!" He sobbed, falling into Frostbite. "Hey, I hate to break it to you but I am. De," they say regretfully. "Yea, the snow wasn't that fun." Finch seems confused. "But then you'd be a ghost. And you seem very solid for a ghost," he says. "I di3d of cold, so maybe that's why I'm not a ghost or whatever?" This is kind of an awkward topic for a de person. "Actually can we just enjoy the moment of our touching reunion?" "Sure," says Finch. ~~TO BE CONTINUED~~ *Please note this is for the anthro version
