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[whovian]

Windsor

It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna know how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?

The world was harsh this time of year. Her hoofprints left imprints deep in the snow, slowly being covered up by the softly falling snow. It was cold, extremely cold, even for this time of year. Windsor's thick winter coat kept the moisture out, and so she was warm. Not to mention, her body temperature was much warmer than most horses. The snow came partway up her cannon bones, but she was in the woods. In the meadows, it was probably much deeper. The big bay mare walked carefully through the cold. She could clear a path if she wanted too, but chose not too. She wanted to go through this like a normal beast. Alone.

She stopped a moment, taking in the silence, for that was what winter brought with it. The snow fell noiselessly to the ground, the trees were still, and no breeze was able to rustle them with their heavy branches. Windsor sighed heavily, and moved onwards. Like she had been doing for a long time. As much as she enjoyed solitude, it was very hard being on her own. She thought of things, her own faults and worries, everything she was ashamed of. It did her no good to dwell on the past, but she couldn't help it. No, she needed someone, but the world could spit her out dead before she admitted it to anybody.

Or maybe she needed to fight somebody. In any sense, she needed distraction, because going solo was going to drive her insane. Horses are social creatures, and not meant to be on their own. She snorted, watching her breath swirling around for a split second before it disappeared, and enjoying the effects of the sound in the frosty winter air.

And if Only I could.
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places....
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building.

It appeared that not many horses had traveled this road as of late, as there were few prints, and most were partially covered with snow. The snowfall was getting heavier, it was probably much worse out in the open, and the lone mare pressed onwards, undaunted by the approaching blizzard. She was surprised at how quickly the weather was getting foul, and wondered if she should find shelter.

"Well, that's a stupid idea, where you going to find that?" she wondered quietly aloud to herself. She was going to have to tough it out. Suddenly, a powerful burst of wind roared through the trees, making the snow cascade down from the branches, stinging at her eyes. This was followed by a steadier howl as the wind whipped through the narrow road upon which she traveled. It sounded like wolves howling in the Southern mountains as they often did. Windsor decided that being on the path was like being in a wind tunnel, and so she moved towards the trees to get shelter slightly. However, as she did this, there was a loud crack, and a branch began to fall over her.

It wasn't going to hit her, but as this happened, it hit branch after branch, causing a small avalanche of snow to come cascading down towards her. Windsor reacted on instinct; in an instant, a roaring wall of fire erupted above her head, and as the snow hit it, some went through as droplets of water, but most was evaporated or fell as water around her. As the shield disappeared, Windsor stood in the snow, surrounded by a ring of ice; it had refrozen extremely quickly. She snorted, and moved onwards, carefully, watching and listening for more snow falls. Well, at least she was distracted.

Be running up that hill.
Be running up that hill.
If I only could, be running up that hill.

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