06-18-2015, 08:51 AM
The autumn air was crisp, the morning a nice chill kissing Azula's skin with a frostbitten touch. It was early, the yawning sun just about stretching it's gentle rays across the field, lighting the dew damp grass with patches of light amongst the dancing shadows. Azula stretched her legs, long willowy things with glowing gold tattoos, like flashes of glowing light as she skittered between shadow and light. It was good to be back in her home country of Beqanna, good to be back in the Valley. Her skin pulsed with the magic that coursed beneath her hooves, against the cool dirt of autumn, she cantered through the undergrowth from the valley to the field. Azula's bright chestnut coat a fire flickering among the oranges and browns of autumn. she fit in quite well, the chestnut mare, her glowing palomino limbs the only strangeness, along with her halloween tinged eyes. It was bright and early, those early beings caught the worm, so to speak. The mare wanted to stretch her legs, explore the world that she had explored so much when she was younger. the field being one of them. It isn't long before she meets the outskirts of the field, it's rolling plains touched with the sun kissed burn of summer's reign. Dying beneath her feet, she continued her steady canter, her warmblood shoulders sloping up, down, up, down. Her lightly feathered limbs sashaying in a steady rhythm. The morning was quaint, but too dry still for her, she looked up at the opening morning sun, it's rays like claws scratching at the world of Beqanna. She focused and with a blink of her eye the rain started to fall, tepid against her pelt, but refreshingly cool to her very bones, her sinews beneath. She gave a snort, her nostrils fluttering as she continued her progressing canter. There weren't many about this early, save for one that she noticed starting to deepen into the earth. Azula pulled to a trot and then a walk, the closer she got, the more she noticed the mud brown that was caking the already bronze mare. Her chestnut head tilted to the side and she quietly observed her. She was digging, painfully slow. the rain was coming down a little more now, and Azula gave a brash snort and the rain stopped, the clouds clearing and bringing way to the morning sun, the crisp autumn air cooling her warm and vein ridden skin. "The deeper you dig, the darker it gets, you know." cool words, cool like the autumn air, but black magic and velvet lace. Azula dipped her muzzle a little, curt and quaint. Her orange eyes watching the bay mare, noticing her mud caked skin, her veins furiously up along her coat. She'd been digging for quite some time it seems. "I'm Azula, of the Valley. And you are?" the words fell from her ashen lips, quaint and full of memories. Of the Valley, it came back to her like the course spring mornings of her birth, the rain, the lightning that stroked the sky with flashes of stark red and blue. Her orange eyes kept trained upon the bay stranger. and she flexed a precarious brow, "Some might say you might be digging a grave..." AZULA; the orange eyed, weather manipulating daughter of jackal lantern & calcyfur let's burn something |