07-05-2016, 09:25 AM
Stoney loves the dunes that lay like the backs of great humped beasts against the sandy floor of the Deserts but they are all she has ever known and an explorative itch begins beneath her skin, prickling and irksome to the point that more and more, she looks towards the horizon.
Her eyes flirt with the curve of land that shimmers green with a rind of grass and a promise of something more.
Scalped has never let her go there, but has also said not to and therefore, Stoney grows curious - impetuous even, in her youth. She does what she thinks is best and that is an exploratory little trip to the Deserts’ edge and there is more grass than she has ever seen. A path unfolds amidst the sand and the grass, and looks ever so inviting! So much so, that the bay pintaloosa does not take a second look back after the first initial glance around for her mother and off she goes, with a crowhop and a kick, and an eagerness that becomes her.
Her eyes are bright with all the sights she sees; it is almost a sensory overload with all that she sees though she is sure to avoid the more fantastical of the creatures that she sees - horses with horns and wings, and a great many odd other things. It is a natural baseborn fear that keeps her apart from them, a healthy reaction that her mother has neither encouraged nor discouraged in her and might be something that trickled down to her from the blood of her father. Little does she know that she could be counted amongst them though she displays no outward mysticism like they do; hers’ is in blood and bone, a quirk of genetics that leaves her immortal except that she is unaware of it (who tests their mortality on a daily basis to make such discoveries?). She is beginning to become overwhelmed and seeks a spot of normalcy in which to enclose herself within, and she is delightfully alone and that might have been the problem after all…
It was the odd clacking that made her take notice first of the girl that approached her before she even said anything with that awful grin - the kind that said this is normal for bones to follow a girl not much older than her, and even then, Stoney should have run but she was stopped dead in her tracks by sheer fright. “Wh-what is that?” She is not given to stuttering until now as she stares are the gruesome construct of bones that makes entirely too much noise and causes the pintaloosa to shiver where she stands. It is unnatural, she thinks, looking from it to the girl and back again. Friend? She wonders, shocked as her mouth starts to gape at such a thing. “How can this be your friend?” she asks timidly, in a tone greatly hushed by the fear that lays thick on her tongue. “It is vile and offensive,” she blurts out, backing up a step before eyeing the older girl with the beginnings of distrust.
Her eyes flirt with the curve of land that shimmers green with a rind of grass and a promise of something more.
Scalped has never let her go there, but has also said not to and therefore, Stoney grows curious - impetuous even, in her youth. She does what she thinks is best and that is an exploratory little trip to the Deserts’ edge and there is more grass than she has ever seen. A path unfolds amidst the sand and the grass, and looks ever so inviting! So much so, that the bay pintaloosa does not take a second look back after the first initial glance around for her mother and off she goes, with a crowhop and a kick, and an eagerness that becomes her.
Her eyes are bright with all the sights she sees; it is almost a sensory overload with all that she sees though she is sure to avoid the more fantastical of the creatures that she sees - horses with horns and wings, and a great many odd other things. It is a natural baseborn fear that keeps her apart from them, a healthy reaction that her mother has neither encouraged nor discouraged in her and might be something that trickled down to her from the blood of her father. Little does she know that she could be counted amongst them though she displays no outward mysticism like they do; hers’ is in blood and bone, a quirk of genetics that leaves her immortal except that she is unaware of it (who tests their mortality on a daily basis to make such discoveries?). She is beginning to become overwhelmed and seeks a spot of normalcy in which to enclose herself within, and she is delightfully alone and that might have been the problem after all…
It was the odd clacking that made her take notice first of the girl that approached her before she even said anything with that awful grin - the kind that said this is normal for bones to follow a girl not much older than her, and even then, Stoney should have run but she was stopped dead in her tracks by sheer fright. “Wh-what is that?” She is not given to stuttering until now as she stares are the gruesome construct of bones that makes entirely too much noise and causes the pintaloosa to shiver where she stands. It is unnatural, she thinks, looking from it to the girl and back again. Friend? She wonders, shocked as her mouth starts to gape at such a thing. “How can this be your friend?” she asks timidly, in a tone greatly hushed by the fear that lays thick on her tongue. “It is vile and offensive,” she blurts out, backing up a step before eyeing the older girl with the beginnings of distrust.
(i don't know what this is but better late than never! i still wanted to mess her up before i begin posting her again <3)