Starbucks

The two riders chatted casually about their week as they trotted their horses through the snow. It was a beautiful morning, the early sun glittering on the crystals of ice all around them. The horses' breath puffed out in little clouds around their nostrils, making them look lke dragons, breathing fire.
The group came to a trail through the woods, and broke into a canter. The talking and giggling ceased as they enjoyed the exhilaration. They cantered until they saw a break in the woods, the slowed. There was a road crossing before the trail continued, and a steep bank on either side of the road. A coating of frozen snow covered the banks.
The girls leaned back in their saddles as they carefully picked there way down the bank. Suddenly, a blaring horn sounded through the woods. The horses both leaped and slid down the bank toward the road, just as an eighteen wheeler truck came hurtling around the bend. The girls screamed, and the truck slammed on the brakes as they hit a frozen patch of road. The truck sounded its horn again, too late. The horses reared, screaming as the truck reached them, skidding on the ice. A bright glare of headlights filled their eyes, and then all went black.

The coffee brown gelding jumped awake. He scrambled to his feet, wincing as painseared through every inch of his body. He almost collapsed again, but managed to stay up.

He trembled, breathing hard, drenched and shivering in sweat. He looked wildly around, and saw that he was alone. There was just tall, frozen grass all around him, all of it cloaked in silence. His moment of terror over, he cried out in terrible pain. He had a huge, gaping gash stretching from his shoulder to hip on his left. He was cut on his knees, right hip, and neck. He was bruised on every inch of his body. The snow around where he had been laying was a bright pink. He was dizzy from blood loss, and barely clinging to life. Unless he was rescued,he would either die a slow painful death from blood loss and infection, or die a swift one from wolves or other predators.

The horse lay back down, shivering from cold, fever, and fear.

Celtic Blackout

Blackout had traveled long enough. She was tired, the coal black Morab. She stopped, breathing heavily as she treked across the snowy prairie. Then the brown horse jumped out of now where, spooking the juvenile filly considerably. Blackout flared her nostrils and trotted up to him, wincing at the sight of his wounds. "Hey. Buddy, stay awake." Blackout said strongly, knowing she would have to find human help. She looked around. "Its okay. I can find help. Just stay calm."

Starbucks

Starbucks whirled in the filly's direction, and nearly fell down in dizzyness. He snorted and backed away cautiously. When he heard her voice, he half trusted her. But he was terrified, and did not remember anything but the accident. He wondered if he could trust the filly. He cautiously asked her, "Who, who are you? Where am I?" Then he collapsed from exertion and exhaustion. He looked up at her suspiciously, eyeing her warily. His nostrils were flared so wide that the sensitive red tissue showed up brightly against the dull landscape.

Celtic Blackout

Blackout lowered her head wearily, snorting softly. "I'm Celtic Blackout. You're in the prairie." Blackout replied softly, her black eyes watching the bloody gelding. "You need help. Your hurt direly." Blackout, obviously, was pointing out the obviouse. She looked at Starbucks with cool eyes. "Please let me help."

Starbucks

The gelding lowered his head wearily. He was still nervous about the filly who called her self Blackout, but he knew that he needed help, and she seemed safe to be around. "Oh,okay. You can try, but I d-don't know what you can do." He snorted softly, and looked at her sadly.

Celtic Blackout

Blackout thought deeply. Should she run to find help, or just go to a farm? What about that place all the wolves went to when troubled? What was it called? Woodland Farms? "I know were to go. Are you able to walk a short distance? It isn't far, but if you can't I can find someone myself." Blackout questioned.

Starbucks

Starbucks looked at her, a bit confused at first, but then understood. "I c-can walk to the place short distance away." Then he smiled. Something in the accident seemed to have rattled his brain a little, and he was a bit slow and confused. But he could understand, and he walked forward, wobbling a little at first. "Us go now!" he said happily.

Celtic Blackout

"Follow me." Blackout started forward, staying beside Starbucks incase he fell. "You'll be okay."

Starbucks

The gelding wobbled beside her, but kept on going. He was tiring qiuckly, and hoped that they would reach the place soon.