Originally Posted by
TheAmishPirate
*foomp*
*clatter-clatter-clatter*
The cookie tray rattled as it banged against the floor, dropped from the suddenly-slackened jaws of Sandy Shores. The stallion's wide eyes and pinprick pupils took in every detail of the scene before him. It was like a train wreck; too horrible to even contemplate looking away. The shock had unfurled his wings to their full length, nearly toppling a few bins of knick-knacks by the door. Tiny wisps of steam emanated from his red-hot cheeks. Instead of words, a sound like a rattling, stammering gasp crawled its way out of his throat.
Because in this situation, really, truly, there were no words.