(You all already know my warning. I only write boyxboy. This is a furry story as well. These are MY personal characters. If you steal them there will be consequences. You've been warned.)
"Nine o'clock on Christmas eve and where am I?" The purple and black maned wolf sighed. "I'm sitting on a couch alone. Waiting for some Christmas.....miracle." His eyes began closing. He was losing the fight to stay awake. He didn't have long before he'd finally fall asleep.
"J-just a little longer....." He let out another yawn as he laid down, pulling a blanket over himself. He watched the flames flicker and lick against the walls of the fire place. He watched for several minutes before he finally surrendered and drifted into divine slumber. A slumber well deserved.
He dreamed a rather vague dream. One he dreamed many times. The blacked out face of a lover. The gentle fall of snow. The delicate warmth of a loving embrace. A feeling he so truly desired. Though one he was far from.
He awoke with a start, his dream becoming but a blank memory. A scream echoed through the halls of the house. Though it was but a whisper when reaching Dusk. The scream rang again, much louder than before. It sounded from outside. Or possibly the attic. He couldn't tell. Regardless he had to find out. Someone seemed to be in need. Frantic need at that. Quickly he pulled on a pair of boots and a large winter coat. He rushed outside just as another scream sounded. Much louder by far. It came from above him. Or rather, above and behind. Dusk spun on his heels looking to his second story roof.
He couldn't have turned around sooner.
A final scream tore through the crisp, cold air. This scream sounded different. It sounded not only of pain, but also of loss. A scream Dusk had made countless times. A scraping slowly grew louder. A dark form sliding down his roof. In a moment of panic and fear, Dusk dived with his arms out stretched. He landed belly first in a large snow drift. Though his arms were quickly pinned by a semi light weight. Looking up and shaking the snow from his face he gasped. In his arms, slightly covered in blood from birth, was a new born reindeer. No more than a few minutes old.
"Oh my...." Dusk leaped from the snow and hurried into his house. He grabbed his blanket from the couch and wrapped the newborn in the thick fabric. Lightly he set her on the couch and hurried to the kitchen. He didn't have any formula, but there was some milk. Maybe that would do. He quickly found a bottle that would be best and filled it with milk. As he ran back into the living room he set the milk by the fire to warm it. Slowly he lifted the rein deer and sat down, laying them on his lap.
"It will be ok little one. It will be ok." He cooed softly to the new born. "You will be named.....Svett." Dusk smiled, planting a kiss on Svett's forehead. He never took care of a child. But now was a great time as any to start. Only if he knew who the mother was. Maybe she would help him.
But then it hit him. What was this little one doing on his roof? Where did she come from and how did she come to be? He saw nothing else on his roof. Unless it was truly that magical polar bear.
So many questions flooded him. None of which had answers. He wanted rip out his fur in clumps.
Dusk knew one thing for sure, tomorrow morning he'd be hunting for supplies to take care of this newborn.
