Whisperfrost and Ravenleaf landed where Twistwing slept. Ravenleaf was one of Twistwing's most reliable battle mares and they often talked and confronted each other about different matters, big and small. This was also apart of the routine - converse with Twistwing.
Even though Whisperfrost has talked to Twistwing before, he still scared her, but then again; everyone scared her. Except Ravenleaf.
As soon as the mother and daughter touched down, Whisperfrost took her place behind Ravenleaf, where she usually stood. Twistwing nodded a greeting. "Good morning, you two." he said, his voice as cold as the snow on the ground. Ravenleaf nodded a greeting, then turned her head. "Whisperfrost, say hello." Whisperfrost peeked her head out, "H-Hello." she mumbled, barely audible, then yanked her head back.
Twistwing and Ravenleaf started to talk.
Whisperfrost was partly listening, probably because she only partly knew what they were talking about. Twistwing started the conversation. "I already sent a small batillion....few days ago....said to arrive back today....bring with them....Sun herd.....want you to guard.....overnight." Those were the bits and pieces of the conversation that Whisperfrost actually understood. There was a pause, then the familiar, warm sound of her mother's voice sounded in her ears. Her soft voice was melting away the coldness Twistwing's voice had brought. "I will. Please allow Whisperfrost....stay with me.....shy...scared...." There was another pause. But, this one seemed different. This pause was long and not intentional. Whisperfrost waited and waited but neither voice spoke. Whisperfrost barely looked out at her mother, while still hiding behind her dam's strong legs.
Twistwing and Ravenleaf had stopped talking completely and both were looking directly to the western horizon. Something had caught their eyes. Whisperfrost tried to see what it was, but sight was an issue for her. The sound of faint wingbeats filled her ears. Now, more Snow herd steeds had gathered and were watching. As the wingbeats came closer, the herd watching went wide-eyed. Weanlings ran for their mothers, stallions snorted protectively, and mares pawed the ground. Whisperfrost heard the wingbeats get closer and louder, but still couldn't see what was in the distance. All she could do was listen to the reaction by her herd mates.
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Then, she finally saw what everyone was looking at. A group of Snow herd steeds flew closer to them, but there was something more. Whisperfrost glanced up at her mother, but Ravenleaf's expression was unreadable and Twistwing looked stoic and slightly angry, but he always looked like that. Whisperfrost looked back forward and went wide-eyed, just like the rest of the herd. She darted under Ravenleaf's belly, seeking protection from the horrible sight....
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Now she knew why her mother's expression looked so straight-faced.
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The large group of Snow herd steeds landed right in front of Twistwing. But, that's not what frightened Whisperfrost.
Two strong stallions were holding the wings that belonged to a foreign colt -not much older than herself- who had chunks of mane and tail ripped out, cuts all over his body, and his eyes were rimmed with white. Whisperfrost lowered her head to see what was happening, while whimpers escaped her lips. The colt was struggling to break free from the stallions' grasp with his own crying whimpers as he attempted to pull his wings free.
One of the stallions bit down harder, making the colt stop trying to pull his wings free, but instead, he cried a heartbreaking whinny of pain that echoed into Whisperfrost's ears as she started to tremble........
There we go!!!! :)
Thennn...I'll rename Alderfire....Alderflare! There we go
Hmm... could Twistwing possibly be Whisperfrost's sire?
Lol Flamefrost. It's okay, everyone probably knew it was him
It's Alderfire . . . . sorry I probably spoiled it but I just know.
This is excellent.
Woah! The suspense! I love it ^^
Horsome!!! You have awesome writing skills!!! I can't wait to read more!!!