It really stinks to get stuck in them. Not literally, of course; if you're out in a blizzard you're probably either dead or too close to it to really smell anything. Moderate snowstorms are rather unpleasant, as well. Same case, but you're much less likely to be dead. Honestly, the idea of being outside at all on Terror Mountain while it's snowing is enough to make most well-informed people blanch.
Right about now you'd happily go for the blizzard.
You seem to have interrupted the Snowager during one of his not-as-rare-as-one-might-hope violent spells. This alone would not be enough to make you begin fantasizing about freezing outside, of course. It's generally quite easy to avoid the hulking mass of ice when he writhes, and the icy blasts don't do too
much damage. The problem lies in the fact that for some reason (a fluctuation in temperature, perhaps) the rows upon rows of icicles that normally sit obediently (if ominously) in the ceiling have suddenly become quite sensitive to the beast's flailing and are now falling through the air like a storm of very large, pointy hail. You cover your head with your arms (though you're rather sure it won't do all that much good if any of the icy spears hit you) and run in a random direction, hoping to find some cover, a cave, anything that'll keep you from being impaled or crushed by the falling--you shut your eyes and scream as something jerks you to the side, a hungry snowbeast, no doubt, considering how your day is going. A furry paw quickly claps over your mouth to stop you.Shut up!
You open your eyes and look up...a shoyru. It was a shoyru, not a snowbeast, who had pulled you into a small ice cave on the side of the larger one. A furry shoyru who looks very like a royalgirl shoyru, except...furry. And short. She's quite short. In a moment of apparent stupidity you say as much to her. How sage, Goliath. I think a thank you would have been more appropriate here. Or an apology.
She glares at you as you stutter out the former and hesitantly point out that you didn't...actually...do anything to her. Oh, for the love of--
She gestures toward the mouth of the minicave and toward the mass of shattered icicles on the icy floor. Not only did you tick off Sirius, but now we've got to clean all of that up!
You stare blankly at her. ...Sirius? We?
She stares back for a few moments. ...Good Fyora. You neopians amaze me. You are so amazingly, unbelievably thick! Do you really think that thing takes care of itself?
You continue to stare blankly at her. She shakes her head and sighs. Look...we need to get out of here before it comes looking for you.
She turns and starts toward the back of the minicave...which, you now realize, isn't a minicave at all (it couldn't have been...that's not a word.), but a tunnel. This leads to...underneath the cave. I can get you out from there.
Napoleon complex, much?
Really? Why would you even need to know that?Gender:
Royal, I suppose.Species:
Short. Comment on it and feel her wrath.
This is Home
You round a bend in the tunnel and find yourself in an enormous, complex cave bustling with shoyrus. The majority of them have thick fur and warm coats. A few of the closest ones stop what they're doing and stare at you. Saphira claps her paws and shouts into the crowd. Oioi! Need a cleanup crew and some treats upstairs! Bright eyes here's got Sirius in a bad mood! Whole cave full of icicles came down! I'll be taking this one back to the Valley, so you'll have to manage without me!
She stares at the blank faces of the other shoyrus for a moment before clapping a few more times. Move! Move! Move! Do we really want a repeat of last October!?
They comply. About twenty shoyrus run off the way you came and the rest begin hustling in and out of the holes in the walls again. Love this room. Great acoustics. Come on.
Not really that important
Considering her behaviour and appearance, one would assume Saphira holds a position of power. That's not quite the case. She's not the best
at what she does, she's not particularly smart and she's not extremely likable. She can't even claim power in her family, which, while it did lay the foundation of her culture, has dwindled down into unimportance. In fact, the only thing she's really got going for her is that she can be really, really loud
Saphira does not hold a position of power, but she's got the voice of one who does. With that she can hold the illusion of power as long as she has someone behind her who knows what they're doing. She's built up a small network of informants and trusted associates and can become a firey figurehead in any situation that requires one.
Saphira is not stupid
. Only in moments of extreme weakness will she listen to someone whom she does not trust. She's perfectly aware that she's just a puppet with a velvet cape and doesn't care for the idea of having her strings yanked by a complete stranger. It's happened before, and it never bodes well for her.
That thing up there is nothing more than an overgrown petpet. And it's not called The Snowager. That's just a silly name the locals made up. Sounds perfectly stupid if you ask me. His owner named him Sirius and I doubt he ever expected his posh little petpet to become a menace to his family or a staple of Neopian society.
Saphira chuckles. A long, long time ago a rich shoyru named Badfe purchased an exotic petpet that nobody had ever seen before. It was a snowickle, and he spoiled it. As it got older and larger it developed quite the temper and became rather territorial and posessive. Badfe, convinced that the warm air was making it ill-tempered, uprooted his family and moved them to a colder place, where he continued to spoil the petpet. Years went on and the snowickle got so big his tiny legs were absorbed into his body and he and all is possessions had to be moved into a separate cave. Badfe hired some maids and butlers and such to help take care of the petpet and his health declined as his fortune went into his obsession. He left in his will that the petpet had to be cared for until it died.
She shrugs. It still hasn't.
Everyone loves winter
Saphira doesn't have a lot of friends. She's not a very agreeable person. If she had
a lot of friends they'd totally be listed here, though. Want to introduce your pet to her? give me a hoot
You seem to have come to a dead end. On top of being cold, the ice and snow has now become somewhat claustrophobic. Since you left the big cave the path has dwindled to a tunnel small enough that you have to stoop to walk. What if it caves in? What if some snowbeast comes trampling in and you can't--why is she kicking the wall?There...you...GO.
The ice gives way to Saphira's foot, revealing a beam of sunlight. You peek out of the hole and find yourself looking down on Happy Valley. Saphira pushes you out into the snow and glares at you. This hole'll be gone within the hour and the tunnel to Sirius' cave shifts from time to time. Don't bother trying to find your way back. And for Fyora's sake, think before trying to steal from a fourty foot monster in a glass cave!
She disappears into the tunnel, leaving you to follow the commotion into the Valley by yourself. Hopefully you won't have too much trouble
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