Whimsical Names 소설 & 이야기

It was a real laugh. Xewinter hesitated. If his WhatsApp name was changed to Xiaosan, wouldn't it be a joke in the business circle?

Finwhisper - Someone from a long line of Finwhisperers, indicating a deep connection and understanding of marine life, often sought for advice and guidance. 2. Pearlwing - Someone with shimmering fins that look or act like wings. 3. Pinnipedal - A surname given to families known for having foot-like fins, referring to merfolk with distinctive and agile hip fins that resemble feet. This is the surname that was given to Joe and Bryan at their trial. 4. Reefblaze - A surname for someone whose ancestors came from abundant coral reefs with stinging corals. This usually signifies a merfolk who is immune to stinging coral.

I asked eagerly, eager to establish a name for this newfound connection. My wolf chuckled, and her voice resonated in my mind. "You should give me a name," she suggested. I pondered for a moment, placing a hand on my chin as I thought aloud. "How about Lima?" I suggested, hoping it would resonate with her. But my wolf shook her head, rejecting the name. "No, that doesn't quite feel right," she responded. Unfazed, I continued to search for the perfect name. "Okay, what about Kiara?" I proposed a glimmer of hope in my voice.

Kane and Cyrus thought about it and finally Cyrus shouted, “the new wolves!” Ariel and Kane shrugged, “fine.” Ariel started to giggle, “it’s better than the names Samantha suggested.” Cyrus laughed, “now I want to fucking know those names. Tell us.” “Wolf-gang, Iron River cookies, Bite or die, my little wolfie, she combined our names into Kaarcy, the care wolves, instead of care bears. She goes on forever.” Ariel giggled. Everyone laughed, “o we’re sticking with the new wolves,” Kane said.

After all, it was just cheap secondhand stuff. In contrast to this black Viglet, what I held in my hand was special. I guessed I should give it a name. This viglet was black as the darkness of the night, gave a mysterious impression, and was very strong. What do you think is a suitable name? After pondering and thinking hard, I finally came up with a name. "Viglet of Hope," I said softly with pleasure.

"I can't believe we shared similar interests! I'm truly pleased to hear this! My parents will never listen to me. They are so archaic!" She giggled at his words. In response, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. She is radiant when she smiled. "My dream one day is to establish my own Tech company and I've already thought of a name for it. A.V.N. what do you think?" "That is beautiful but I think the name is a little cliche. Hmmm, let's see... How about A.L.O.S?" His eyes twinkled at the suggestion. "Yes! That's the name. That's perfect! "

“Why don't you bless me with a pet name instead of addressing me by my name every time?” “Really?” Candice chuckled. “You want a pet name? Like what?” “I don't know. Just anything nice you can think of.” Putting a finger on her chin, Candice gave it some thought before saying, “Um, how 'bout Chinchilla?” “God forbid.” Titus snapped his fingers over his head for emphasis. “Give me a better one, baby.” “Sunflower?” “No, it sounds girlish. Try again.” “Tootsy-wootsy?”

Something without a name. Something with many.

Clay nodded at my phone. “Hold your horses.” I rolled my eyes, pulling up the list. “Okay, the others in the cartoon movie were Slightly, Nibs, Chubby, and Twins.” I frowned, not liking any of those. “Ah, here we go. In Hook, there was also Ace. But that’s a no go since that’s my brother. Thud Butt is also a no. We aren’t insulting the puppies.” I shook my head. “Pockets could be cute. Don’t Ask, Too Small, Latchboy, and No Nap were the others. I don’t like those names.” I wrinkled my nose.

And I sure as shit don’t want to listen to it. “You can call me Whiskey” I said cautiously. “Whiskey?” he asked. His surprise is warranted. It’s a dumb nickname, but it’s better than the actual scientific name the hunters gave me. Viski Gol’f Dva (WG-02). Otherwise known as, Wolf-Girl Zero-Two. Pretty fucking dumb, and yet perfectly typical of the hunters to be so uncaring as to not even give their creation a name. “Whiskey” I confirmed with a nod of my head. He shrugged and stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.