It was cold, a thin white blanket coated the ground, damn it WAS COLD! Wings fluffed themselves out greatly and moved slightly in order to try and get some warmth into his limbs as silver hooves dragged slightly through the blanket. Snow clung in compact ball on the tufts of his feathered hooves, it didn't help matters. Soft plumes of steam rose from armored nostrils, the metal face plating being very, VERY cold to his skin, why did things have to be so cold in the winter? Tail flicking a little behind him, the trees growing thinner again as he entered a wide clearing, here the winds blew small flurries into his face, the frozen water stung his eyes greatly. "Ack!' The white and strangely clad stallion sputtered shaking his head, thick black locks unsettling themselves as he did. "Bloody stuff, why does it have to fall at all?" Bitterly he shook completely, wings holding the cloth over his back in place.
A snort escaped him as bitter blue eyes looked around the whitening landscape. It had come, winter, the worst season had come. Already the old wounds along his back and flank started to pain, god he hated it. Shaking off the mental irritation, he headed onwards, looking for a still unfrozen stream or something to drink, snow was nice, but it made bad water. Ears flicked lightly, trying to avoid their armored ridges. He hated the cold, really hated it. He so wished he could live somewhere, NOT cold! And alone...
