Cetaceans celebrate the holidays slightly differently, by sharing their hunt to creatures and podmates, regardless if they need it or not. It's a time to say thanks to friends, family, and podmembers, regardless of species, race, or social structure status.
Mmmh... Lemme tell you how it began. Quite a long time ago, a small bay-bound pod was having quite a difficult time grabbing fish. Their hunting territory was depleted so much, that there was absolutely no food left in the surrounding waters. The pod, try as their might, just couldn't migrate. They had too many sick, many from starvation, and much of pod refused to leave. The dolphins there didn't want to leave their family to die, they refused it.
The pod had sent several scouts out, searching for new and close-by fish sources, most of their members too weak to hunt further from home. But, a larger, neighboring pod had run into one of the scouts, many of the phins there wondering what the scout was doing all the way out to them. The scout, not wanting to beg, had simply tried to pass through, though they were concerned. He reluctantly gave them the news, and the pod immediately decided to assist. During their fishing that day, the pod had caught their usual share of fish, but instead of eating it, they simply carried their catch in their beaks, swimming several miles to the other pod, and sharing their daily feast to the weak pod.
Many dolphins were saved from starvation, and the pod was very grateful. The day has been celebrated ever since, every winter season, by a holiday we call Fishmas. A day where we all share our hunting spoils to everyone in need.
Now-a-days, there are fewer still in need than there were back then, so we just share our fish to everyone in spirit.
- Mick












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Don't stand too close behind me. I kick.
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They do not see what lies ahead
when sun has failed
and moon is dead
Thanks though for your kind words, and thanks for the watch.
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The only thing that stands between you and your dreams is yourself.
...and maybe a trans-dimentional and/or time machine.
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male orca fighter, armed to the teeth and willing to take on anyone, looking for pilot to call "daddy"
just a friendly warning to assh*ts. you make any *b/dl cry , AND YOU WILL BE FACING A VERY LARGE, VERY PISSED OFF FIREORCA
What's up? I don't hear much from you over here ^^
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Afterlife: Cuz you'll never have to admit you're wrong about believing in one
I kind of doubt you remember me from Neodecoder way back when...but, thought Id at least say 'Hi!"
So, thanks for the memories and the whole "You introduced me to internet forums..." rant.
Im still as much as a noob as I was back then, though. Only now Im a few years older and more into meerkats than wolves.
I finally realized Im a total furry. xD
Sorry for bothering you, ive been searching out my old haunts.
Best of wishes and all that jazz.
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"I'm a pervert?" - L
Hi! ^^ It's been a while.. feel free to add me to a messenger [I got pretty much everything, see profile. One it doesn't list: GTalk/Jabber: micksam7@jabber.org].
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The only thing that stands between you and your dreams is yourself.
...and maybe a trans-dimentional and/or time machine.
I would, but Ive got as much luck as ever with messengers.
Ive been getting my chatting fix on small forums and a game called 'Furcadia.'
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"I'm a pervert?" - L
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