Nicolis and Dasha the Razor Elk
In the cold wastes of the Northern Continent abode a small village of Ko-Matoran, nestled high in the icy peaks of the central range. During the bitter months of midwinter, they rarely saw another living being save for the Razor Elk who made their homes in the mountains… and once a year, on the darkest and coldest night of winter, Nicolis.
The Razor Elk were hardly a surprising sight… a favorite prey of the Muaka who roamed the drifts, they used their knife-sharp limbs to climb the steep sides of glaciers and escape to higher ground. Nicolis, on the other hand, was a Ta-Matoran, hardly suited for the cold. While his Kaukau’s visor shielded him from the worst of the frozen winds, he could hardly hope to cross the wastes on foot. And so, in order to bring food and gifts to his lonely brothers once every year, he had done what many considered impossible… befriended a Razor Elk and rode it across the snowdrifts, risking his life to make sure the villagers knew that despite the cold and the dark, the Great Spirit assured them that light and joy would always return.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, Gathered Friends
