[Todd.]

Malbies are friendly marsupials with very soft fur and fluffy manes on
their scruff that love collecting shiny things and eating everything,
like literally everything, they can get on their mouths.

So, first Malby up for adoption!

This baby is based of a Narwhal... It has a pair of horns though instead of the usual 'one' that the whale has.
So... all you have to do is fill up the form below, telling me an Arctic story! In other words, you can search for any native stories or make your own ^^
No Extras though.

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[b]Arctic Story:[/b]

End Date: Saturday night/Sunday.

[found.]

WIP
Username: Shimmering Phoenix
Name:
Gender: Male
Arctic Story:

[The Alpha.]

Username: The Alpha.
Name: Carvil
Gender: male
Arctic Story: A wicked woman lived with her daughter and her son, who was born blind. As the son got older, his sight improved, even though the mother tried to convince him of his helpless state. One day a polar bear came near the house and the mother told the son to aim a bow and arrow at the bear through the window covered with seal skin and strike him down. The boy pulled back the arrow and the mother took aim from him. The arrow struck the heart of the bear and although the boy could hear the groans of the dying bear, the mother laughed scornfully at him, saying that he had missed the bear. That night the mother and the daughter had fresh polar bear meat while the mother cooked dog meat for the son. Later the boy's sister told her brother that his shot was successful and secretly gave him meat.

Time passed and an old man came to the house for a visit. Before he left, he told the young girl how she could help her brother regain his sight. In the spring, he told them to watch for a red throated loon who would swim trustingly toward them. Once the loon was close enough, the blind brother should wrap his arms around the loon's neck and the loon would take him to the bottom of the lake. Once they came up, his sight would return. The loon told the young man not to tell about his regained sight until later in the summer when he would send a pod of belugas to their campsite.

When summer came and the ice began to break, the belugas began to move. On one occasion, a pod was closer to land than usual. The young man grabbed his harpoon and told his sister to accompany him to help him aim. They went to the shoreline and the mother, seeing the son with a harpoon, became concerned and followed them. Once she was close to them, the son gave the end of the line from the harpoon to his mother, asking her to tie it around her waist to hold the harpooned animal. The concerned mother told her daughter to make sure he was after a small animal as she was tied to the harpoon. The son instead aimed for the largest whale and harpooned him. The mother was cast into the sea. As she submerged she spiraled around the line, with her long hair twisting into a long lance. This is how the narwhal came to be.

[ShadyBro]

Username: ShadyBro
Name: Mystic Gray
Gender: Male
Arctic Story: My paws felt numb yet my heart felt alive with the flame of anticipation. I could feel the chill in the air biteing at my hide as I ran, could see my heated breath twirl about behind me, but more than anything I could truly sense the power in the land compared to my own fragility. I was but a tiny creature trailing through this blaze of land below me, and yet I found such joy in my mundane travels. As my paws faltered at the edge of weakening ice which dropped off into the depths of the blue arctic sea, I skid to a halt seconds before plunging into the wash. I watched the spray of ice fly off into the water, crumbling the frozen froth that swayed back and fourth to the rhythm of a beating heart. Panting, I flopped down, my toes inches from the chilling waves. Despite all of my insecurity in this world, nothing was more beautiful to me than that which could kill you - the deep, dark, deadly sea. It surrounded me, enveloped me, and spoke to me in ways that no living thing could. And yet it seemed so alive! The gentle movements and sounds that rang out between the glacier peeks was all I knew, and it was a melody I craved to hear day in and day out. Without it, I feared I would never wake, cursed to tumble about in the darkness of an undecided fate. This was my home, my place in this huge terrifying world, and I loved it with everything I had in me.

[Todd.]

Aaaand this boy goes to...

-Drum roll-

ShadyBro!

Omg, I could see that scene. Awesome thing, almost breathless to speak the truth. Congrats and take good care of him ^^

[ShadyBro]

Ah thank you so much <3 I love writing about snow and ice, its just such a beautiful thing to describe. I cant wait to work with this little darling some more!