My name is Theodore Snowrose and I have a great destiny. How do I know? The moon told me so.
Thousands of years ago the Pookan race was well developed and going strong... Until the fateful day Pitch Black started a genocide. Billions died in the carnage, but one Pooka managed to escape. E. Aster Bunnymund. After the genocide Bunnymund was presumed to be the last Pooka. This is where out story begins...
The day had come, the day the Moon had decided Teddy was ready to meet the Guardians.
"Teddy, today is the day you can go up to the surface to explore the outside world." Manny gently said.
"Really Manny?! I can go up?!" Teddy screamed in pure joy, jumping around like a hyperactive kit. Chuckling lightly Manny nodded. Squealing in pure delight Teddy jumped into a hug. After he released Manny he wiggled his bum in pure excitement. Shaking his head and chuckling Manny opened a hole leading to the surface.
"Go on, young one."
Smiling brightly in return his crystal blue eyes shimmering in happiness with tears Teddy squeaked, "Thank you Papa Moon!" And he hopped into the hole, arms thrown back giggling gleefully at the slide like ride. "Weeeee!"
With a gentle pop Teddy was launched from the magical hole. What Teddy didn't know was Manny had planned this. For right at that moment he popped out onto the surface Jack Frost was flying across the North Pole to get to the Guardian's meeting. A small flicker of movement caught Jack's attention. He sees a rabbit-like creature and promptly dive bombs screaming, "Rooooo!" A small adorable squeal of shock stopped him dead in his tracks. Instead of the expected Bunnymund, Jack found another Pooka. With shocked eyes he studied the unknown Pooka. The delicate downy snow white Pooka appeared to be about 5'5 with delicate silver-blue frost designs on his small shoulders and his forehead, all the places where Bunny's were. His ears were floppy and later in an adorable display on the side of his head, and they gently faded from the tips that were the same light silver-blue as his frost designs to his snow white fur. His eyes were a beautiful crystal blue and held all the colors that represent winter. His entire fur coat was fluffy as down and looked to be the softest thing in the world.
Breaking out of his reverie Jack gave a dazzling smile and exclaimed, "Clearly you're not Bunny, my name's Jack Frost! What's yours?"
The small Pooka gave a tentative smile and said, "My name's Theodore, but you can call me Teddy."
So this is the Jack Frost, Papa Moon told me about. I wonder if he'll take me to see the others.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own RoTG or any of its characters or story line. I do own Teddy, so do not use him or claim him as your own.
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