07-09-2017, 12:58 PM
The black mare is not new to this place, but it is new to her. Has it been years already? Yes, yes it has she confirms to herself. When the lands had gave way, and the seas swept away the old masses of Beqanna she had fled. Banishing herself to roam the outer parts of the new world the fairies created. Many had lost some, she had lost all.
Family. Friends. Home. Herself...
Though they may have not been truly lost, she was. Her mind had turned into a black hole. Consuming everything in its path and turning on her. The trauma of her world collapsing combined with her self isolation created the perfect atmosphere for everything to go wrong. Reality had twisted to a complicated mess within her mind. One persona had morphed into separate persons all residing in one bodily form...
Her. Impulse
Unsure of where she was or where she was going - cause honestly she couldn't remember - she walked aimlessly. A black mass against a white backdrop. This territory held no terrestrial force to shelter it from the frozen flakes of precipitation. Her hooves compacting the buildup that covered the hibernating grasses. A thought was had to brush it away to expose the vegatation but that sounded like a lot of work for little gain. She was solemn today.
Pausing for a brief moment her mismatched eyes looked across the open plains. Bodies riddled the land in a wide display of various colors. She was solid black. Boring. Almost as boring as the white that painted the rolling hills before her. That's when her golden eye catches his luminous form. His scent carried across the crisp air to her flaring nostrils. He was leaned against the trunk of a tree. Resting but watchful. The constant swivel of his ears and slight bob of his head suggesting he was probably aware of her before she was of him. Her head raised as she gauged his distance - which was closer than she expected - deciding wether she should move off in caution or stay put.
She could place lines crossing his hide and assumed them to be scars. From what, she did not know but usually they are not won kindly. Her slight concern turned to fear.
Pain. Loss. Torture.
She could feel them grow restless. Her gut twisted and heart thudded against her chest cavity. Breaking free the fighter within her. No longer a drifting flake upon a gentle breeze. Gathered within her was a furious blizzard readied to be released at any moment... if it should arise. Her black muzzle touched her chest as neck arched. Ears thrusted forwards in interest - perhaps challenge - as a snort rumbled from her airways. She could feel his eyes upon her.
"What are you looking at?!" Sharp words pierced the unsettled space between them.
Ooc: fleshing out her personalities so bare with me
Family. Friends. Home. Herself...
Though they may have not been truly lost, she was. Her mind had turned into a black hole. Consuming everything in its path and turning on her. The trauma of her world collapsing combined with her self isolation created the perfect atmosphere for everything to go wrong. Reality had twisted to a complicated mess within her mind. One persona had morphed into separate persons all residing in one bodily form...
Her. Impulse
Unsure of where she was or where she was going - cause honestly she couldn't remember - she walked aimlessly. A black mass against a white backdrop. This territory held no terrestrial force to shelter it from the frozen flakes of precipitation. Her hooves compacting the buildup that covered the hibernating grasses. A thought was had to brush it away to expose the vegatation but that sounded like a lot of work for little gain. She was solemn today.
Pausing for a brief moment her mismatched eyes looked across the open plains. Bodies riddled the land in a wide display of various colors. She was solid black. Boring. Almost as boring as the white that painted the rolling hills before her. That's when her golden eye catches his luminous form. His scent carried across the crisp air to her flaring nostrils. He was leaned against the trunk of a tree. Resting but watchful. The constant swivel of his ears and slight bob of his head suggesting he was probably aware of her before she was of him. Her head raised as she gauged his distance - which was closer than she expected - deciding wether she should move off in caution or stay put.
She could place lines crossing his hide and assumed them to be scars. From what, she did not know but usually they are not won kindly. Her slight concern turned to fear.
Pain. Loss. Torture.
She could feel them grow restless. Her gut twisted and heart thudded against her chest cavity. Breaking free the fighter within her. No longer a drifting flake upon a gentle breeze. Gathered within her was a furious blizzard readied to be released at any moment... if it should arise. Her black muzzle touched her chest as neck arched. Ears thrusted forwards in interest - perhaps challenge - as a snort rumbled from her airways. She could feel his eyes upon her.
"What are you looking at?!" Sharp words pierced the unsettled space between them.
Ooc: fleshing out her personalities so bare with me