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

I run to the top of the fort to man our 12 inch super cannon emplacement  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 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 slam into the ground and hit my head knocking me into a daze. As I dizzingly stand up I loose my footing and roll 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 roll down the hill with horriftying intensity my under clothing starts to tear off on the jagged rocks and my skin gets 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 hear a shreik and the sound of hooves thumpping through the snow. Next thing I know I see a crying White Horn above me as she digs me out of the snow bank. Once she can reach me she opens her coat revealing her hot blushing naked human torso. She then lifts my tattered frozen body out of the snow ,wraps her coat back up we me inside against her naked skin, and holds me in the warmest, gentelest embrace I have ever experianced. My frost bitten flesh is thawed instantly in the extreme warmth of her embrace and my pain slowly ebbs away. She rushes me off to her station and the rest is history. ;)