I bet you all think I'm crazy, churning out two one-shots this fast. But, I wanted to do something for Christmas, so I thought Why not write about my favorite Ice Type? And there you have it. A Very Snorunty Christmas.
VHOOOSH! The wind whipped against the walls of the icy cave. Snow and ice whipped fiercely inside, creating small whirlwinds of snow. Outside, it was dark, and the mouth of the cave matched that, like a black skirt to complement the pitch blackness and whiteness of the “blouse” of the outside. “Snoo…” a little figure shivered against the cold gusts. “Snorunt.” It chirped, slowly shivering as he walked into the slightly warmer cave. The little ice sprite didn’t feel any warmer, but he didn’t care. He could bear it. It wasn’t much of a deal to him. As long it wasn’t negative 150 degrees, he didn’t mind the blustery winds and chilly atmosphere.
“Sno. Sno. Sno.” He chanted as he shuffled through the caves, holding his hands tight together. Slowly, he started to trudge through the deep snow, eating his way through the icy covering, and leaving a large gap behind him where the snow once was. As he went deeper and deeper into the dank cave, Hephaestus, or Hepha, as his friends called him, squinted to see where he was going. Although the mounds of snow in front of him caused most of the problem, the steadily increasing darkness didn’t help much either. Hepha was surprised that it could get any darker than it was already. Blindly, Hepha kept chomping on snow and ice, and moved forward.
After nearly an hour of eating snow, Hepha was getting tired and full. Not very aware of his surroundings, he empty mindedly chomped away. After taking a gulp of fresh snow, he bit down again, but this time, the snow was quite strange. It was rubbery, and tasted strange. Not to mention that it seemed to be stuck. “NYA!!!!!!!!!!!” Something screeched loudly, and started to make sucking noises. Panicky, Hepha froze in place, teeth still biting down on what he thought was very rubbery snow. Suddenly, he was hoisted in the air. Not to sure what to think, he felt happy that he could see something again, but when he looked up to see what he was gnawing on, that feeling was gone. Giant mouth agape, screeching cries of bloody murder, the Golbat flapped furiously, swashing around, trying to get Hepha of his foot. Already feeling sick from being bloated, Hepha didn’t take kindly to being thrown around like a baby doll. He released his grip on the giant bat’s foot, and fell to the snowy ground with a plop.
Taking one last look at the massive, angry bat, he turned around and high-tailed it out of there. Too occupied in his getting away from furious bat, he didn’t notice the thing in front of him. He crashed straight into something that he was too distracted to tell what it was. He fell backwards, and shook his head to return to his senses. Opening his eyes, he saw a little head, floating in what resembled a small, teal storm cloud. “Snorunt!” Hepha cheered. It was one of his best friends, Rotoun. There was no time for reunions, however, as the Golbat was gaining ground fast, and from the amplified sound of flapping wings, it sounded like he’s brought friends.
Quickly signaling to Rotoun to get going, he sped away, with the Castform in tow. The duo rushed through the cave, dodging rocks and stalagmites, and trying not to sink in the snow. The colony of Golbat and Zubat were growing closer and closer. Enraged cries of “NYAAAA!” and pinging filled the cave, echoing throughout. Hepha picked up the pace a little, but it was no good. They had them cornered, and there was no way to escape. Hepha shot a we’re-gonna-have-to-fight-so-we-might-as-well-kick-some-***-while-we-can look over at Rotoun, who understood and replied with a nod.
Both the Ice-types (well, Ice-type at the moment) looked at the mass of bats flapping in front of them. Expecting them to submit, the bats didn’t know what was coming. Erratic beams of ice resembling blue thunderbolts flew everywhere. Shocked and confused at the sudden assault, the colony started to disperse, trying not to get hit. While some where successful, others weren’t, like the Golbat leader, who sat in the snow, frozen in a block of ice. Hepha and Rotoun chuckled at the batsicle before them, turned away, and went deeper into the cave, still laughing merrily.
As they wandered towards the center of the cave, the two engaged in a merry chat. They hadn’t seen each other in months, and Hepha was eager to catch up on the news around the cave. The discussed recent happenings, family stuff, general gossip, all the good things.
After a good 15 minutes of walking, or in Rotoun’s case, floating, and talking, the two came upon a gigantic rock, which was carved with many intricate shapes. “Cast, castform, form? (You remember how to get in?)” the weather Pokémon asked. Hepha nodded, and toddled up to the large relief. In between his little hands, he charged up a ball of ice. From the energy orb shot an Ice Beam, which he guided. The resulting ice formed 3 rhombuses resembling the ones on the back of a Snorunt.
The large slab started to glow a bright blue, which illuminated everything around them with a warming sky blue glow. In the center of the stone, a perfect line formed, glowing even more radiantly then the stone itself. Both sides shifted away from each other, opening like magic. Behind the stone door was a gigantic room. Hepha and Rotoun stepped/floated into the gigantic, sparkling, icy chamber. Immediately, Hepha was assaulted with glomping hugs. “Sno! Sno!” Hepha laughed in-between hug attacks from various friendly ice-types.
Hepha pushed off the various Pokémon drowning him in hugs, and walked ahead. The room was huge, and the ceiling seemed to be miles above them. The walls sparkled brilliantly against the blue glow of the candles burning with a magical blue fire. Upon an icy throne sat a Glalie, who bore a crown of the clearest ice crystals in existence. “Glaile glaile glaile. (So, young one, you have returned.)” The king boomed. “Snorunt. (Yes, sire.)” Hepha responded with a bow. The King’s face looked very serious for a moment, but quickly turned joyful. “Glalie glaile! Glaile! (Don’t do that! It’s Christmas!)” He responded with a jolly chuckle.
Hepha rose, and a large smile crossed everyone’s face. The King hovered over to a long rope, covered in a light caking of snow. He gripped it with his teeth, and gave a hard tug. Suddenly, the ceiling opened up, and presents fell from the ‘bove. “Glaile glaile! (Fresh from Santa!)” The King exclaimed. Each of them magically floated down to their future owners, wrapped in gorgeous paper and tied with sparkling ribbons. Rotoum’s was covered in Castform paper, being the only Castform in the cave. He had some trouble unwrapping it, due to his lack of hands, but once he got the box open, a grin covered his face. It was a full weather forecasting station, something he had wanted for the longest of times. The King also received one, and unwrapped his slowly. Inside the box was a crown care kit, for his shiny ice crown. Some presents even flew out of the gigantic room, heading for the bats, followed by some magic fire to thaw them out.
Most of the inhabitance had received presents, but Hepha hadn’t. His grin faded as he looked up, seeing nothing else coming. But the smile appeared again as one single present fell from the ceiling above. It was a small box, but he knew it was for him; no one else was without a gift. The gift fell right into his round little hands, and he vigorously unwrapped it. Inside wasn’t a new toy, or some technology, or even socks or other miscellaneous clothing items. It wasn’t very large, shiny, or extravagant, but it made Hepha the happiest being in the cave.
It was a simple picture of all the inhabitants, even the Golbat and his colony. They all wore big, bright, joyful smiles. Under the picture was a note, written on a simple piece of scrap wrapping paper. It read, in sparkling letters, “Welcome home, Hephaestus. Merry Christmas. From, Santa.”
~*A Very Snorunty Christmas*~
VHOOOSH! The wind whipped against the walls of the icy cave. Snow and ice whipped fiercely inside, creating small whirlwinds of snow. Outside, it was dark, and the mouth of the cave matched that, like a black skirt to complement the pitch blackness and whiteness of the “blouse” of the outside. “Snoo…” a little figure shivered against the cold gusts. “Snorunt.” It chirped, slowly shivering as he walked into the slightly warmer cave. The little ice sprite didn’t feel any warmer, but he didn’t care. He could bear it. It wasn’t much of a deal to him. As long it wasn’t negative 150 degrees, he didn’t mind the blustery winds and chilly atmosphere.
“Sno. Sno. Sno.” He chanted as he shuffled through the caves, holding his hands tight together. Slowly, he started to trudge through the deep snow, eating his way through the icy covering, and leaving a large gap behind him where the snow once was. As he went deeper and deeper into the dank cave, Hephaestus, or Hepha, as his friends called him, squinted to see where he was going. Although the mounds of snow in front of him caused most of the problem, the steadily increasing darkness didn’t help much either. Hepha was surprised that it could get any darker than it was already. Blindly, Hepha kept chomping on snow and ice, and moved forward.
After nearly an hour of eating snow, Hepha was getting tired and full. Not very aware of his surroundings, he empty mindedly chomped away. After taking a gulp of fresh snow, he bit down again, but this time, the snow was quite strange. It was rubbery, and tasted strange. Not to mention that it seemed to be stuck. “NYA!!!!!!!!!!!” Something screeched loudly, and started to make sucking noises. Panicky, Hepha froze in place, teeth still biting down on what he thought was very rubbery snow. Suddenly, he was hoisted in the air. Not to sure what to think, he felt happy that he could see something again, but when he looked up to see what he was gnawing on, that feeling was gone. Giant mouth agape, screeching cries of bloody murder, the Golbat flapped furiously, swashing around, trying to get Hepha of his foot. Already feeling sick from being bloated, Hepha didn’t take kindly to being thrown around like a baby doll. He released his grip on the giant bat’s foot, and fell to the snowy ground with a plop.
Taking one last look at the massive, angry bat, he turned around and high-tailed it out of there. Too occupied in his getting away from furious bat, he didn’t notice the thing in front of him. He crashed straight into something that he was too distracted to tell what it was. He fell backwards, and shook his head to return to his senses. Opening his eyes, he saw a little head, floating in what resembled a small, teal storm cloud. “Snorunt!” Hepha cheered. It was one of his best friends, Rotoun. There was no time for reunions, however, as the Golbat was gaining ground fast, and from the amplified sound of flapping wings, it sounded like he’s brought friends.
Quickly signaling to Rotoun to get going, he sped away, with the Castform in tow. The duo rushed through the cave, dodging rocks and stalagmites, and trying not to sink in the snow. The colony of Golbat and Zubat were growing closer and closer. Enraged cries of “NYAAAA!” and pinging filled the cave, echoing throughout. Hepha picked up the pace a little, but it was no good. They had them cornered, and there was no way to escape. Hepha shot a we’re-gonna-have-to-fight-so-we-might-as-well-kick-some-***-while-we-can look over at Rotoun, who understood and replied with a nod.
Both the Ice-types (well, Ice-type at the moment) looked at the mass of bats flapping in front of them. Expecting them to submit, the bats didn’t know what was coming. Erratic beams of ice resembling blue thunderbolts flew everywhere. Shocked and confused at the sudden assault, the colony started to disperse, trying not to get hit. While some where successful, others weren’t, like the Golbat leader, who sat in the snow, frozen in a block of ice. Hepha and Rotoun chuckled at the batsicle before them, turned away, and went deeper into the cave, still laughing merrily.
As they wandered towards the center of the cave, the two engaged in a merry chat. They hadn’t seen each other in months, and Hepha was eager to catch up on the news around the cave. The discussed recent happenings, family stuff, general gossip, all the good things.
After a good 15 minutes of walking, or in Rotoun’s case, floating, and talking, the two came upon a gigantic rock, which was carved with many intricate shapes. “Cast, castform, form? (You remember how to get in?)” the weather Pokémon asked. Hepha nodded, and toddled up to the large relief. In between his little hands, he charged up a ball of ice. From the energy orb shot an Ice Beam, which he guided. The resulting ice formed 3 rhombuses resembling the ones on the back of a Snorunt.
The large slab started to glow a bright blue, which illuminated everything around them with a warming sky blue glow. In the center of the stone, a perfect line formed, glowing even more radiantly then the stone itself. Both sides shifted away from each other, opening like magic. Behind the stone door was a gigantic room. Hepha and Rotoun stepped/floated into the gigantic, sparkling, icy chamber. Immediately, Hepha was assaulted with glomping hugs. “Sno! Sno!” Hepha laughed in-between hug attacks from various friendly ice-types.
Hepha pushed off the various Pokémon drowning him in hugs, and walked ahead. The room was huge, and the ceiling seemed to be miles above them. The walls sparkled brilliantly against the blue glow of the candles burning with a magical blue fire. Upon an icy throne sat a Glalie, who bore a crown of the clearest ice crystals in existence. “Glaile glaile glaile. (So, young one, you have returned.)” The king boomed. “Snorunt. (Yes, sire.)” Hepha responded with a bow. The King’s face looked very serious for a moment, but quickly turned joyful. “Glalie glaile! Glaile! (Don’t do that! It’s Christmas!)” He responded with a jolly chuckle.
Hepha rose, and a large smile crossed everyone’s face. The King hovered over to a long rope, covered in a light caking of snow. He gripped it with his teeth, and gave a hard tug. Suddenly, the ceiling opened up, and presents fell from the ‘bove. “Glaile glaile! (Fresh from Santa!)” The King exclaimed. Each of them magically floated down to their future owners, wrapped in gorgeous paper and tied with sparkling ribbons. Rotoum’s was covered in Castform paper, being the only Castform in the cave. He had some trouble unwrapping it, due to his lack of hands, but once he got the box open, a grin covered his face. It was a full weather forecasting station, something he had wanted for the longest of times. The King also received one, and unwrapped his slowly. Inside the box was a crown care kit, for his shiny ice crown. Some presents even flew out of the gigantic room, heading for the bats, followed by some magic fire to thaw them out.
Most of the inhabitance had received presents, but Hepha hadn’t. His grin faded as he looked up, seeing nothing else coming. But the smile appeared again as one single present fell from the ceiling above. It was a small box, but he knew it was for him; no one else was without a gift. The gift fell right into his round little hands, and he vigorously unwrapped it. Inside wasn’t a new toy, or some technology, or even socks or other miscellaneous clothing items. It wasn’t very large, shiny, or extravagant, but it made Hepha the happiest being in the cave.
It was a simple picture of all the inhabitants, even the Golbat and his colony. They all wore big, bright, joyful smiles. Under the picture was a note, written on a simple piece of scrap wrapping paper. It read, in sparkling letters, “Welcome home, Hephaestus. Merry Christmas. From, Santa.”