Hundreds of years ago, in the chilly meadows of Happy Valley, there lived a small pack of Bori. In this group there was a particular group of 3 youngsters, who were the best of friends. They would spend countless hours together, frolicking through the snow, digging tunnels, and sliding the day away down the icy hills of the valley.
One day, the youngsters decided to take a trip to Terror Mountain, a place where the pack rarely ventured, and from which the youngsters were strictly forbidden. Not only was it frigid, with deep snow and treacherous ice, it was also the home of the Snowager. This giant, icy snake lived in a small, perpetually frozen cave at the peak of the mountain, where it kept an impressive hoard of items. It was fiercely possessive of these items, and would not hesitate to eliminate a foolish Neopet who tried to steal one of them. However, legend had it that the Snowager took several naps a day, and if one was quiet enough, they could safely escape with one of the items.
As expected, this was exactly the reason why the 3 young Bori were heading to Terror Mountain. They wanted to test themselves, and have a little thrill outside of the mundane life in the valley.
When the Bori finally reached the peak of the mountain, they were chilled to the bone, and tired from climbing the icy slopes. Nonetheless, they continued on, until they finally located the Snowager's cave. When they reached the entrance, two of the Bori dared their friend Arctic to go inside. Though he was nervous, Arctic agreed; he knew that his friends would follow him.
As Arctic cautiously tiptoed through the icy cave, he began to feel afraid. The Snowager was far bigger than he had ever imagined, and he knew that the power of such a creature was simply unfathomable. After a moment, Arctic looked over his shoulder, and saw nothing but the empty cave entrance. As he stared, he became aware of faint strains of laughter from further down the mountain; the mocking laughter of his friends, as they abandoned him.
As he realized what had happened, Arctic felt a chill of fear, but he refused to turn back. He would show them how brave he really was.
Arctic crept up to the massive pile of items, and took a moment to stare at the amazing items it held. Finally, he reached out his paw and grabbed the first item in reach. As he did so, his claw snagged the item, a sound amplified tenfold due to the cave walls. Immediately, the Snowager groaned, and began to shift upon the pile.
Arctic gasped and dropped the item onto the floor of the cave, and began to scurry toward the entrance, a difficult feat given the slippery floor of the cave. Before he could reach the entrance, the Snowager lifted its head, let an immense, wall-shaking roar, and then fired a torrent of ice at the young Bori. The blast struck Arctic like a freight train, and sent him out of the cave and down the side of the mountain, until he finally came to rest on an unseen ledge. He had been chilled to his very core, and become encased in a block of ice. His 'friends' never came back to look for him, and he remained here for over 200 years.
On one unseasonably warm day in Terror Mountain, the ice block in which Arctic was encased suddenly melted. Unbelievably, he was still alive; his body had stayed in suspended animation, other than somehow aging him to adulthood. During this time, he had changed completely. His entire body had been turned to ice, never to melt no matter the temperature. His heart had also been frozen, and would now forever hold the hatred and anger he had felt after being abandoned by his friends.
As this anger continued to burn, Arctic began to search the mountain, and finally fashioned a crude dagger out of materials he had found. Once it was finished, he began heading down toward Happy Valley. However, he did not realize that the pack with whom he had lived, as well as his 'friends', had died long ago.
When he reached the valley, he immediately attacked the first pack he came upon. By the time the fight was over, much of the pack lay dead, and Arctic bore a cut across his left eye, and a small chunk taken from his left ear.
However, even this was not enough to satisfy him. He continued to wander across the frigid valley, looking for anyone to vent his hatred on. As he walked along, the veins in his legs that had not yet frozen began to fill with ice. As this happened, all 4 of his legs began to turn dark, giving him a permanent case of frostbite. After a while, Arctic collapsed from the sheer cold taking over his body.
A short time later, Arctic was found by a young girl named Sprinter, who decided to adopt him into her large family of pets. However, he hated the entire gang on sight, and after several unsuccessful attempts to k*ll them, he retreated into the cellar, to avoid dealing with them. Other than occasionally leaving the house to satisfy his urges, he remained in the cellar for 2 years.
One night, Arctic began to feel that familiar urge, and decided to go into town. As he walked through town, he suddenly noticed a particularly irritating Neopet: a rainbow Skeith. The overload of bright colors, as well as the creature's lack of intelligence, was more than enough to fill Arctic with rage. As a result, he began to provoke the Skeith, and a vicious, brutal battle commenced. When it was all over, Arctic had lost his life, and the now satisfied Skeith threw his lifeless body into a nearby stream.
2 more years passed, and Arctic finally washed up on a frozen bank in Happy Valley, the end of the stream he'd been tossed into. Slowly, he rose out of the snow, and soon realized that he had changed once again. The ice and hatred had taken over his body even more than before, and expectedly, it will continue to do so during each dormancy. As for now, he continues to wander Neopia, searching for those to k*ll.