Pet's name:♥ Frey
............................Pet's name: ♥ The little match-seller
(very loosely based on the story of the little match-seller) All alone, the little match-seller sat at the corner of an empty street. While the snow kept falling down steadily, he wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck, trying to get as warm as possible. Still, he couldn't stop shivering. Even the lit up candles he was trying to sell, barely seemed to give any warmth.
And there wasn't even anyone around to buy them. Everyone was at home, with their family and friends, celebrating Christmas. But he didn't have a home, or a family. And since he was so poor and had to live on the streets, no one ever wanted to be friends with him. So he could only keep sitting here, hoping for someone to buy some candles or matches, so he'd hopefully earn enough money to buy some food.
For hours and hours, no one came by but the snowflakes falling down. It was getting dark already, and he couldn't help but to feel a bit scared of all the shadows. If no one would come by, and buy something, would he have to stay here all night? It was so cold, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to bear it to stay here all night.
More hours passed, and he still sat there. The shivering had gotten worse, but he was starting to feel sleepy. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't good, that he shouldn't fall asleep while feeling so cold. But it was almost midnight, and he felt so tired. And at least he wouldn't feel so cold and lonely anymore, if he weren't awake.
Unable to keep on his feet for any longer, he laid down in the snow. Using his front paws as a pillow, he stared at nearest end of the empty street for a while. The city's centre was there, if anyone would walk through this street they would have to come from that direction.
Just when he could barely keep his eyes open any longer, a figure finally appeared there. He barely believed it at first, but it was really there. The figure started to walk towards him, and the little match-seller tried to sit up. Only to find out that he could barely move anymore, his whole body feeling numb from the cold.
Trying his hardest not to let his eyes close, he looked at the figure again. It was close enough to see more clearly now. Blinking once, the little match/seller looked at the figure's head. A halo? Strange. He probably should have felt scared, but the figure's eyes held such a sweet, caring look. He couldn't imagine that this figure would cause him any harm.
Somehow feeling almost safe, he closed his eyes.
"Ouch..." Why was his head hurting so much? What had happened anyway? Slowly waking up fully, the little match-seller remembered. It had been snowing. No one had walked by to buy anything. And it'd been so cold. But... then why was he so warm now? Where was he? What didn't he remember?
"Are you awake?" A soft, sweet sounding voice asked. Startled, the little-match seller opened his eyes. A blurry shape sat before him, and he blinked a few times to clear his view. Now he remembered! That figure with that halo. But who was he? Why had he brought him here?"
"Who... are you?" the little match-seller managed to mumble.
"My name is Frey," the figure replied, smiling. "I'm... somewhat of a traveler. And I happened to travel through this city, and found you in that street. You seemed rather frozen, so I brought you to this place. How are you feeling?"
"A bit tired, but I'm not cold anymore," the little match-seller responded. "But why did you help me? I don't have any money to pay for your care."
"Don't worry about that, I don't expect any kind of payment. It's Christmas, I couldn't have left you to freeze to death." A short silence, and Frey looked at the ground almost shyly. "Besides... I felt kind of lonely. My only friend is this little deer that traveles with me. She's my best friend, but it get's lonely to have no one to really talk with. But... I guess you should get back to your family, right? They must be worried by now."
"I don't have a family," the little match-seller admitted. "No one ever wants to talk to me, so there's no one who would worry about me." It hurt more than he had thought, to say that out loud, and he whined quietly. Embarassed about himself, he hid his face behind his paws.
Suddely, he felt a small furry creature snuggling against his side, and he looked up startled. The little deer was sitting against his side, looking at him sweetly, obviously trying to comfort him. Gratefully, the little match-seller hugged the smaller animal. "You two are so nice. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Frey said with a smile. "We're happy to have some new company."
"Too bad I can't stay with you," the little-match seller mumbled sadly. Surely, Frey wouldn't want to have him travel along. After all, he was just a poor match-seller who no one wanted to talk to.
"You don't have to leave, you know. I won't force you to go away," Frey remarked, rubbing his head against the other dog's. "In fact... I'd really like it if you'd stay."
"R-really?" the little match-seller asked. "I won't be a bother?"
"Of course you won't be. Even the little deer likes you, see?"
Indeed, the small animal still looked at him happily. Another kind of warmth suddenly spread through the little-match seller's heart. An even better kind of warmth than the physical kind. "I'd love to stay with you," he said, smiling widely.
"Yay!" Happily, Frey wrapped his paws around the little match-seller's back and rubbed his head against the other dog's head again. The little match-seller hugged him too, knowing for sure that he'd never have a lonely Christmas again.
I'm also a die-hard K-Poper!!!! I love SHINee, SJ, U-Kiss, Block B, VIXX, and Teen Top a lot, but there are so many others I adore 
I'm also a Canadian, and I WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH MAPLE SYRUP IF YOU DISS MY COUNTRY D:< (not really, us Canadians are to nice to do that, eh?)
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