Upon a ridge overlooking the Greater Frost Plains, he gazes wearily upon the barren landscape. Dirty with the grime of seven days spent scouting the territory west of the Crystal Palace, Shining Armor breaths deeply of the icy morning air. Celestia's sun shines down upon him, but does little to warm him in this frozen climate. His grim eyes take careful survey of the surrounding lands, searching for any sign of his quarry. Disturbing reports had been filtering in from the outlying posts and crystal mines at the feet of the Crystal Mountains. Speaking of terrifying beings made of cold, shadow, and fear, beings that towered above the landscape. The miners had been driven from their quarries by the sheer terror they felt emanating from these entities like an aura. The outposts spoke of seeing gigantic forms coming down from the mountains at night, pacing the magical border created by the Crystal Empire's wards. For weeks, the outposts sent reports of the creatures daily, always the same, where the beings stopped short of crossing the border, as if probing but unable to find a point of weakness. That is, up until a fortnight ago.
The last report he had received from the most outlying post, on the north-west edge where the plains met the mountains, stated that one of the beings had finally crossed the border during the night, and was moving on the outpost. The soldier who had brought the report was the last to come out of the region. No further reports came from the outpost. The rest of the outposts ceased to see any of the creatures, and the one who had crossed disappeared.
If the reports were to be believed, which he had no reason not to, Shining should have seen some sign of the creature by now. He had seen nothing for the past six days. So here on the seventh day, he decided to change the careful and stealthy approach he had been taking, and threw caution to the wind. Standing silhouetted upon the frosty ridge, he silently dared the creature to show itself. If his suspicions were correct, the commander hoped this would draw the creature out where he could identify it for certain.
Shivers run down his spine as his suspicions are confirmed by the eerie, massive voice echoing across the plains. He turns in the direction of the sound and gazes upon what he had hoped it not to be. And the fear he had seen in Stormfront's eyes, as she had described this creature to him some time ago, echoed in his heart with each beat of its drum. How, he knew not, but they had found a way in. They were here. storiesfromthefront.tumblr.com…
So, I saw an opportunity to get some winter shots that might be interesting, and this is the product. And for some reason, the shots I got inspired a sense of epicness that in turn brought back memories of a story arc I read in this blog here storiesfromthefront.tumblr.com…
BE WARNED, it is a NSFW story blog, so if you are made squeamish by pony pronz, then there is a SFW mirror blog found here southwindstories.tumblr.com/
where you will not see such material, but can still enjoy what I found to be a very rich story. Unfortunately, the mod has been very busy and stressed as of late by IRL stuff, so he has had to neglect the mirror and hasn't updated it in some time with the new stories from the main. The main has also suffered from his situation as well, and its story updates have become few and far in between as of late. I still highly recommend it, and especially so if you're into the NSFW stuff
though the story by itself is pretty friggen awesome, IMHO.