Runaway spirit...

[whitey]

the red roan, stopped under a weeping willow a mighty tree it was....she looked up at its long vines hanging limply, covered in ice and heavy with snow....she took cover under the larger spread tree, the snow falling heavily....2 hours past a blizzard was brewing, the wind was tearing at vivians eyes and throat....but there was a hollow look in her eyes, she didn't feel anything but emptiness....her heart had been broken for the last time....she tried to imagine the white stallion looking for her, but the image of him and altair standing together, happy to be rid of her kept intervening....she didn't even notice that her knees had buckled and she was being covered in a layer of deep thick snow.....it all went black as she fell unconcious.......

[Altair]

Vivian! Flyte! Altair shouted into the open air. Her tone was of utmost urgency. She spotted a patch of red nearby and galloped over, risking sliding on the hard ice. She did not want to leave Sept alone for long. The patch of red was nearly covered in snow. No, not another injured one. They could not manage another. Altair began vigorously pawing at the snow to uncover what was surely Vivian le Mar. She stood over the mare and blew on her softly. Vivian. If you can hear me, listen closely. Sept has gotten injured by protecting me from a cougar. Please help him, for the sake of all of us. Walk over to him and keep him and yourself warm. I have to go find help. Please... please... Altair said. She was very worried about Sept as well as Vivian, but they could take care of each other. There might be some hope for both of them, and Altair seized it by starting a hard gallop in the direction of the Misted Valley. She would allow nothing to stop her. They both could be food for predators if she was gone to long. If only Flyte was here...

[whitey]

vivian was to far gone to wake up it would take a miracle, her legs were frozen, her body beginning to freeze...she didn't notice the snow being pawed away, she didn't here the soft urgent voice of Altair....she came back to life for a moment..barely a spark of hope burning in her heart...if it went out, she would be gone forever....she only wished sept hadn't said those words..she knew how he felt about altair, but it mattered nothing to her know....

[whitey]

for the first time in about 5 hours the mare stirred a butterfly landed on her nose, it had stopped snowing, she got up as though nothing had happened. Suddenly!! a horrid pain shot up all four legs, she probably screamed bloody murder for al she knew, her knees buckled and she hit the snow with sickening thunk..'NNNOOO! she didn't want to be trapped by darkness again!!!' she thought in her mind, her breath came quickly and she felt a horrid pain shock her...she couldn't move for a few seconds but finally let out a muffled scream...she had been lying down for so long, her legs had frozen and her body had developed frost bite....her heart pumped furiously, the blood rushed through her veins starting up the circulation again. she was icey cold...she let out another scream of sheer terrorizing pain...she lied her head down and hoped that help would come....