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Important post is important.
So, I’m moving this blog to another url.
List of reasons
a) This is a sideblog
that’s why. I can’t follow any of you, send messages or fan mail.
The new url is OLDFATHERFROST and I will not delete this blog in a while. All the questions that haven’t been answered here will be answered in there. Hopefully all 74 of you will find your way there.
Oh, and of course HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL. Hopefully 2013 will be a joyful year full of hope, wonder, dreams, memories and fun!
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Thank you, Tooth! I wish you all the good things too, and hopefully your New Year will be even better than the last one.
(( Sorry for the late reply ._. I’m on vacation but I’ll continue our rp as soon as possible. ))
Home of the Dead - Bob & Barn - Medievil: Resurrection soundtrack
Holy shieeeet I got almost +20 followers today! Thank you all so much! This means a lot. I’ve only had this ask blog for a few days and I already got something like 50 followers.
But, besides I wanted to greet you, I wanted to point out that there are two other blogs you should totally follow (it would ease your pain a lot, since these blogs are more or less necessary for understanding of Father Frost).
The first one is
the Nightmare Prince of my dreamsyoung Pitch Black with whom my Father Frost interacts the most (read: this blog will be filled up with Black Ice). Go follow the young boogeyman!And then there’s E. Aster Bunnymund, the rival pooka to my mischievous winter spirit. The drawings are great (and colourful!), so you should totally ask him some questions. Go and follow him too!
Thank you, once more, and spread your love to the Young Prince and Easter Bunny, too C:
But why does a zebra care?
Even though Father Frost didn’t have a Home he felt the most safe in Northern Europe - all the lonely Forests, old Mountains and deep Caves made him comfortable. Tooth had her Palace, Bunny had his Warren, Frost had his complex and labyrinthine cave that was almost impossible for anyone to find.
Father Frost tried to keep the Cave as warm as he could so his protege wouldn’t feel like dying from hypothermia.
It had been about two weeks when Pitch had questioned the reliability of Father Frost. Now that they had started to know each other a little better the Young Nightmare didn’t need the protection of his Fearlings and their mutual respect began to gain some space in their relationship, too.
Still, the Prince wasn’t happy. One evening he was alone, sitting on a chair-like article of furniture, minding his own business, looking as grumpy and dangerous as a threatened wolf.
Father Frost waited a moment before he walked closer tp the boy and placed his hand on his.
He smiled gently. “What’s the matter?”
(( okay, fffffff
That Magic Anon - I’m not gonna do it right now. Perhaps not tomorrow either, but on the 25th day. Perhaps. When I have the time.
Oh god why would you do that?
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Well, I’m not sure should I call him a pet but there’s this one polar bear with whom I’m in good terms. Normally animals don’t really enjoy my company but this little piece of fluffyness seems to consider me to be his friend.
I named him Dalemir and oddly enough he reacts to that name…
And of course there’s Pitch.
“Ever the joker,” she replied dryly. “However I find the very notion that you think you understand that concept of friendship much more amusing.”
The wind whipped around in a sharp gust, as though it were trying to make the Fairy jump. The ends of her shawl tugged and fluttered desperately as though they were trying to flee away.
Tooth could see the old man clearly now, she had almost forgotten his thin frame and dark, gaunt features. She was reminded again why she held such a deep mistrust for him. The faux warmth in his smile made her feathers prickle, as though it were the shadow of something that no longer existed.
”Now,” she began. “If you’re quite finished with the jokes may I begin? You and I both know I wouldn’t show my face here without reason. I want this over as quickly as you do.”
Father Frost nodded to her remark. It was true, he found the whole concept of friendship very, very amusing. Especially in situations like these.
The always so colourful Tooth Fairy looked almost frustrated. A common expression Frost had to deal every single time he met her. He truly admired her long nerves and - sometimes - patient nature but the Old Man Winter could easily tell she enjoyed seeing him (not to mention talking to him) as much as seeing a puppy get hit by a truck.
“Yes, you may”, The Winter Spirit nodded again and leaned on his staff, placing his cheek on the back of his hand that hold a firm grip of the staff. He listened to her with interest and the smile on his face spread when she mentioned that she wouldn’t be here without any reason.
It was true. No-one ever wanted to meet Father Frost without a good reason.
“Alright, my feathery friend… What is it then?” Frost tilted his head changed the weight of his foot to the other.
