Talk:White Horn/@comment-28718853-20161027182819/@comment-25330482-20161101200101

I rush for the top of the fort to man our 12 inch super cannon. While climbing up the ladder I get hit by a barrage of snowballs causing me to loose my grip and fall off the ladder and roll over the ledge. As I fall a branch we used to reinforce the walls catches on the zipper of my snow suit trearing it off. I slamed into the ground  knocking me into a daze. As I dizzingly stood up, I lost my footing and rolled down the jagged rock covered slope. (The fort is at the top of a hill and used the most trechorus section of the slope as a natural defense to cover our back side. The White Horns brought their artilery to bare here because the rear walls are much weaker and have more openings)

As I rolled down the hill with horriftying intensity my under clothing started to tear off on the jagged rocks and my skin got covered in countless painful bruises. Luckly the layers of my under clothing were very thick and protected me from the worst of injuries but due to the extreme cold, frost bite started to occur within seconds of exposure. I'm stopped at the bottom of the hill when I slam into a deep snow bank.

Barely concious I head a shreik and the sound of hooves thumpping through the snow. Next thing I knew I saw a crying White Horn above me as she desperately dug me out of the snow bank. Once she could reach me she opened her coat, revealing her hot blushing naked human torso. She then lifted my tattered frozen body out of the snow ,wrapped her coat back up we me inside against her naked skin, and held me in the warmest, gentelest embrace I have ever experianced. My frost bitten flesh was thawed instantly in the extreme warmth of her embrace and my pain slowly ebbed away. She rushed me off to her station and the rest was history. ;)