I've decided to turn this picture and my character into a story/picture thing like a few others on CS. The other Reindeer are coloured like the CS reindeer.
And also the whiter bits on them aren't markings but the light shining off Rudolph's nose ^.^
And also the whiter bits on them aren't markings but the light shining off Rudolph's nose ^.^
I tried to see if I could find my front hooves in the snow. The whiteness had covered them and I feared to move them. One of the old Reindeer loners had told us that when the heavy snow comes, which it had, and if your hooves disappear in the snow you can't get them back until the snow thaws. I wasn't sure whether to believe them or not.
I heard the calls of the other Reindeer who were leaping about in the snow. The eight known as, Blitzen, Prancer, Dancer, Vixen, Donner, Cupid, Comet and Dasher were taunting my best friend in the whole world, Rudolph. I heard a few of their jeers;
"I wonder if his noes will melt the ice!" yelled Prancer.
"Get him away before he melts all of our snow!" jeered Dancer.
I took a huge bound so that I was out of the snow then gallopped towards them. They were all slowly advancing on poor Rudolph. I felt the rage build up inside me. What right did they have to tease another fawn? After all, we're all the same! With a last kick of my hind legs I leaped in front of Rudolph, the snow stopping me from sliding any further.
"Knock it off!" I yelled. "If you want to pick on anyone pick on me!"
I was a few hooves taller than them and so far my antlers had grown the most. I puffed out my paler brown chest to make myself look as big as I possibly could.
"Hey, why do you always stick up for him?" the pretty doe, Vixen, demanded.
"Why do you make fun of him?" I retorted.
They all took a step away from Rudolph and I. Good. If they didn't then they'd be in bigger trouble than they already were. I could take them all out with my extra-tall-and-pointy antlers. After the turned and fled a few tree-lengths away I turned to face my poor, shaking friend.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah," Rudolph sighed, looking away from me. "It's just-. Why do you always stand up for me?"
The question was a little ungrateful and rude. Why couldn't he just be happy that I was helping him? The others would tear him to shreds, emotionally and physically.
"'Cause we're best mates," I answered, looking at him. "And I'll always be there for you."
"Can you not teach me how to fight?" Rudolph asked.
"Well sure!" I replied excitedly. "We'll start tomorrow!"
I was elated for him. He finally decided to try and grow up so that he could be a strong, brave stag like everyone expected us to be. But his red nose would warn the enemies. Oh well. We could work on that later. The only important thing was that he was willing to try.
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