The winter storm hit the huddled ponies like a banging on piano keys. Tempetures were dropping below the -10 degrees mark. They couldn't stay in the eye of the storm much longer. One pony who only had a couple wrapped banages slowly walked off into the bar. The hoof prints he left were quickly engulfed by the whip threshing winds and snow. But he stopped, he might have that his loyal flying buddy Rainbow had called to him. But he only sighed very deeply and clenched his hoofs tightly. They were but he ignored them. Out here its survival of the fittest.
Dark slammed the door closed, not that anyone would notice with all the commotion going on. Arm wrestling, beer chugging contests, and of course god damn swearing worse then Dark would here at Spike's messy castle up in Canterlot. His ragged mane dropped down below into his eye. Even with the bandages his hair grew a thick frost around and on it. Making it look like he just came from the crystal empire.
