World We Don't Know [Sanders Sides Unicorn AU]

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Logan snorted softly, the frigid wind nipping at his sensitive muzzle as the group trudged through the icy wasteland Nightingale and Fynn brought them to. Supposedly the unicorn species Logan had been transformed into lived in these lands, but Logan found it highly unlikely any life could make it in such bleak conditions. While he himself was doing rather well, his thick pelt barely bothered by the wind and snow, the others weren't having as much luck.

Poor Patton was trembling violently even with the blanket Nightingale got for all of them, though it was reasonable since he was the smallest of the group and pure white, giving him little in the means of warmth attraction. Janus also seemed cold, his head bowed against the wind as he stuck close to Roman's side, the large red roan doing his best to block out the wind and kicked up snow. Virgil seemed to be doing fine, but kept his head low and steps high as they marched through the snow and ice. Nightingale was in the lead, taking the brunt of the weather for everyone as the small Fynn trekked close to the darker stallion's right flank.

"Travelers! Where are you heading!" a loud voice boomed over the wind.

All heads turned to see two shapes running towards them, getting clearer the closer they got. Once they got close enough Logan saw that these two where unicorns similar to him, large, tall, and fluffy, but they lacked the dark colored mane he had, these two instead being completely white save for the powder blue tips on their manes, tails, and forelocks.

"Hello. We're trying to find shelter before the blizzard completely hits!" Nightingale whinnied.

"You best hurry! What's your name Lunar?" The taller of the two steeds asked.

"I'm Nightingale, he/him. And you two are?" answered Nightingale.

"I'm Shadow Where the Sun Doesn't Shine, they/them. This is my friend Brother of the Arctic Wind," the shorter said.

"He/him. We can help you find shelter. A group this size with so much variations shouldn't be out in a storm," Brother of the Arctic Wind said.

"Th-that w-w-would b-b-b-be n-n-nice," Patton said with chattering teeth, leaning against Remus in hopes of obtaining more warmth.

"Follow us. We must cross Glacier Lake before the Windigos form solid," Brother of the Arctic Wind said, his pale blue, curved horn starting to glisten. Tiny sparks of magic that looked like mini Aurora Borealis erupted from the tip, a sudden shelter against the storm appearing as the wind stopped blowing in their faces. 

"This way travelers," said Brother of the Arctic Wind.

They were all quick to follow, relieved the wind wasn't relentlessly battering them as it had been.

"Kindred! Brother, he's a kindred from the Southerners!" Shadow Where the Sun Doesn't Shine whinnied, the other steed whipping his head around.

"Yes! Kindred what is your name!" Brother asked, his big silver eyes glinting with joy.

"Logan," Logan said upon realizing they were talking to him.

Brother and Shadow shared a confused look with one another before letting about a snort of laughter.

"You certainly aren't from the Southerners if that is your name, kindred. Fear not, we'll give you a traditional Boreal unicorn name before you depart from the north," Shadow smiled kindly, their long white mane swishing as they started trotting.