The only thing that could be heard was the pounding beat of his heart and the sharp exchange of air within his lungs as they greedily stripped the oxygen from the cold air. Silence greeted the stallion as his gaze searched the frozen landscape around him for any signs of life. A small smile touched the corners of his lips as the peace and quiet registered within his head. Finally the torrent of thoughts running wild had quieted clearing his mind. His warm breath froze as it made contact with the outer climate clouding the air upon exhalation. This was what he needed, what he had needed for the last number of weeks spent confined within the ground like a freaking gopher.

As his heart slowly returned to its normal rhythm and his breathing slowed a feeling of balance returned to his body allowing him to once again be in control. After the revolting discovery of the false memories implanted to cover up the true nature of his father things had slowly started to drive him insane with no avenue for release. One could not run within the caves unless they wished a painful death should you take one misstep or stumble. When they had received word that it was finally safe to return to the lands they had come to know as Helovia he had jumped at the chance to stretch his legs and run until his heart was content. Sighing softly his silver orbs closed briefly in contentment as he rested beneath the canopy of the willows.

Questions casually passed into his sights one by one yet none really had an definitive answer. It was going to be hard coming to terms with his father situation. He had admired him previously in life but all that changed when the shocking memories returned. Could he accept that he shared the blood of a sick bastard otherwise known to be his father? Shaking his head in disgust he knew that he could never forgive what he had done. Not only was he a rapist but also a murderer, there was just no forgiving something like that.

A flash of light registered as he opened his eyes once again to the white world. At first he wrote it off as just a reflection of the sun against the snow but it came again this time off a ways from where he stood. Curiosity drew him like a fly to a light making him follow the intermittent flashes until the object appeared resting within a snowbank. Lowering his crown he examined it carefully before trying to free it from where it lay. The egg was a soft shade of ice blue with a metallic shimmer that caught the sun brilliantly. There was no way he could leave it here in the snow, it would surely die from hypothermia. As the idea started to take shape within his mind he ever so gently picked the egg up in his teeth to take it back to the willow grove.

It was no easy task to carry the oval object while tromping through the snow but somehow he managed it. Using his hoof he cleared out a spot at the base of the willow tree before setting the egg gently down so that he could create a way to carry it with him. After quite a bit of searching he managed to pull a few decent sized fern leaves from the frozen earth and yank down a few long branches out of the willow. It took a long time to create what he had imagined and lots of frustration but he did it. The fern leaves he had taken and folded it into a makeshift basket like object held together by the thin willow branches wrapped carefully around it to create a sling he could carry. I may not be perfect but it was a solution that would work for the time being to keep the egg warm and safe.

Gathering his small bundle together he lifted it from the cold terrain feeling a sense of pride that his contraption was working so well. It would be amazing to see what would hatch from an egg such as this and he was excited to be able to help it reach that point. Now it was just a waiting game to see the creature contained within.







For his creation I am trying to describe something along the lines of this:
http://www.bible-history.com/sketches/ancient/sling.jpg
The branches form a sling to support the "basket"