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YOUCH! Stupid, stupid iceâ�¦and the lights are out in these caves too. What luck," you say as you kick over another lump of ice, and listen to it skid across the Ice Caves and shatter into flying shards. "And that cheap freebie flashlightâ�¦couldn't of counted on it." Why did I come here in the first place?, you think.

You continue on blindly in the dark, cold caves. You hear no voices nowâ�¦you must be near. The Ice Caves is always bustling with visitors, but an area this quietâ�¦Yes, guest, once you get your Plastic Butter Knife you can go home. Why do you do all this just to get a piece of junk from the Snowagerâ�¦

Closer, closer, yes, and - YOUCH!

Ug, you just hit your head on an icicle. An icy feeling spreads over your forehead. Looks like you've come to the wall too. Sitting down, you sigh. Seems like you might be here for the entire night. You place your legs in front of you to relax, and when you try to spread them out, you notice there's a dent in front of you, although you can't see it.

Feeling around, you discover it's no dent - it's a tunnel. Just wide enough for you to crawl.

Woooooo, you think, I've found a secret entrance to the Snowager's lair!

You decide to crawl inside. Just some excitement for the dullest of days. Your heart beats a little faster than it has for the last couple days. The air is crisp and cold, and you feel your breath let out puffs of smoke. Ice gathers up at your mits and knees and it goes scrape scrape scrape...

RAAAARRRRG!

It's the Snowager! Nooo, please NOOOOooo...

Lights come on, and your eyes sting.

The Snowager does not know how to turn on lights, you think...

Hello?" you hear, from a girl's voice over the "Stop it" and snarls from the "Snowager." She seems a little surprised, but cheerful.

You strain to open your eyes. "Ooooh...I'm guest..."

Call me Spirit."

You notice that the tunnel widens into a roomy cave, with more side tunnels in the distance. There was crude wooden furniture all over, with a few ice lumps as seats and cozy woollen tablecloths and rugs and such all over. "Um...sorry for coming into your house," you say.

ARRGG!"

You look in the sound's direction. It's a feathery looking, icy blue Mutant Hissi, it seems. One head (the left) looks mental - drool, random, swirling, dull orange eyes, crooked teeth, filthy feathers and strange GRAFLE Maaaaa-ZAKA sounds coming out of its mouth...ewwww, you think. The other head, though, looked completely opposite. He was pretty handsome, with a tuft of well-trimmed and kept bright crimson feathers on both sides of the head. His eyes were a bright, darker icy blue and shiny. "Sorry, my other head...is...well, I can't control it, and it can't control itself either."

You continue to stare for a moment, then say politely, 'Oh, it's nothing."

Spirit, who is that?? Why do we have a stranger in our house at such hours?" you hear a demanding, young voice say.

It's a shaggy looking Zafara, you see.. The creature would be an appropriate representative of a rubbish dump. The Zaf was a cement grey overall; the right front leg, back left foot, and the little fur tuft on the tail, was the colours of brown, filthy and soggy lunch bags. On top of that there appeared to be two bird accidents, on on the left shoulder and a smaller one on the left leg. No wait, or were they markingsâ�¦

Ohâ�¦.," you say, lost for words, "Umm, very sorry Mr., I thought this was a secret way into the Snowager's lair." You point over to the entrance.

I'm not a Mr," the girl Zafara said coldly. Her icy stare with a thin mouth makes you want to get out of here - fast. Or fall on your knees and apoligize, she seemed to say, if you can't run.
Then the unexpected happen. The creature burst out into laughter, hugging her tummy rolling about on the rug floor.
Fellâ�¦forâ�¦itâ�¦" She pulled herself together and stood up to face you. Seeing your face, she replies, "Sorry?"
You don't know what to think about the little girl, and as you think of how to react in return, the mental Hissi head starts snapping in your direction. Its mouth opens to show a black little hole, white, sharp fangs and a fleshy red mouthâ�¦

AAAAARG!" The entire "family" rushes over to give assistance.

You can go if you want now," the human says quickly, before rushing to help. Then she adds, "We have some adoptables for you to check out, if you want. Over on the table," she points. "Or you can just go. Or talk after we handle this head.