Winds seemed to blur out any possibility to hear forthcoming danger. The steel solider found his body growing cold, and he knew shelter must be found or the shadow of death would loom over his very being. Interpreting the thought of being cold and lifeless, he seized his plush mug from the patch of white and riffled the feathers at his sides. It was lonely and quiet, save for the howling winter wind bursts that frosted the moisture and sweat upon his ribs. Even the healthiest and strongest of soldiers would eventually succumb to the harsh winter storms relentless force.

Out of the winds, a voice sliced through them like a dagger to his lobes. His heart raced, startled as he turned on a pivot to the direction of its host. A fiery creature, a legendary phoenix appeared like a dull glow in the sky, but an even larger shadow emerged through the haze of the storm. Golden eyes narrowed to see through the falling snow, as another Pegasus form hovered into view. Dual toned feathers extended at his side, arching up and spreading out, horizontally level so the winds did not catch them so harshly. Lobes perked, though painful to face into the direction of the blistering winds, he remained attentive and focused on his brethren.

He spoke of danger, and his tongue was all too familiar to his heritage. The dapple knight couldn’t help but notice the hooves of his brethren were also dipped in gold. A spark in his chest ignited as he sprung forth, perhaps not knowing better. The joy laced with determination in his eyes as he pumped his wings like the beats of steady drums and rose from the powdered floor of the forest. The trees limbs reaching out and grazing upon his snow dusted wings as he emerged from the treetops. Tresses normally silky and fibrous retained weight from the snow and ice, and hung stiff upon his curved nape.

”Greetings Brother!” Baritone vocals shouted above the storm as he neared the stallion with excitement; but yielded caution. Visionaries of gold glancing over the warriors body, noting the armor-like collar that he bore around his neck. It was gold, just like the armor back home, the markings, the hooves. Lobes lazed to the sides, as a shiver shook his body back to the reality of what was at stake. The painted warrior had mentioned danger, and in the moment of excitement the stallion had almost forgotten.”I shall heed your warning m’lord. Where can a soldier rest from the danger and cold?” He questioned, not as a demand but as a hope, doing his best to let a smile creep upon his blazed lips. Massive dual toned wings beat at his sides, golden hooves tucked back as his legs pulled closer to his body for warmth.

@[Midas]