07-07-2017, 05:40 AM
The dawning of a new day finds the painted mare of tawny color standing picturesque against the hues of pink and orange that break over the horizon. Paperthin nostrils flare as the woman exhales a sharp breath, the exchange of oxygen evident in the cloud of smoke-like haze that disappears quickly. Fierce ice colored eyes gaze fearlessly upon the scene that lay before her, a sight that is no different than one she has seen countless times. Crystaline droplets cling to her damp mane still, forming crystals of ice in the cold winter chill but she does not shiver or shake in the cold. There is no fear in her eyes, no weakness... she had come.
Wanheda stood on the hillside, as the winter wind buffeted against her, blowing snow and grit into her eyes and whipping the threads of her salt encrusted black mane into a disheveled tangle. She looked every bit the part of the dirty wandering traveler. But that did not phase her. Despite that fact, her finely chiseled head was held high in self pride and worth. Her glacier gaze is both shrewd and irritated though there is no true purpose behind it. Sure the winter zephyrs did their best to knock her off her high horse and cause her body, still damp from the ocean swim to shake, but she fights the urge.
Raven tipped sonars lace tightly against her skullcap as a mare lingers close to her. Blunt ivory teeth clack together and bare venomously towards her with a purposeful stomp of her hoof until the pitiful creature takes the hint and quickly retreats a few yards away. She did not snort, neither does a sigh escape her lips, although some forgotten part of her wanted to; she was harder than that, now Time had changed her. Age and experience had made it so, had shut down self-pity. The lithe girl of brandished gold forced herself to be calm, counting out each breath until they began to slow and she felt her heart unclench and the muscles beneath her taunt skin relax. This place was new... and she too had the opportunity to rebuild herself, mold herself into something she was not now... the only challenge would be to force her heart and mind to come together and understand that.
She forces herself to relax now, letting her senses become enveloped by the strong scents of pine and cedar and fresh snow. A single dial flickers as the dancing girl lets her white hind leg cock against the ground, doing her best to appear calm, innocent and naïve. It was time to see what would come to her, what creatures would dare to leave the shadows of the forest and break into the open of the field... see who was brave enough to approach her. It was time to make a new home here in a new world.
OOC: forgive the blah the next will be better... idk what happened lol
Wanheda stood on the hillside, as the winter wind buffeted against her, blowing snow and grit into her eyes and whipping the threads of her salt encrusted black mane into a disheveled tangle. She looked every bit the part of the dirty wandering traveler. But that did not phase her. Despite that fact, her finely chiseled head was held high in self pride and worth. Her glacier gaze is both shrewd and irritated though there is no true purpose behind it. Sure the winter zephyrs did their best to knock her off her high horse and cause her body, still damp from the ocean swim to shake, but she fights the urge.
Raven tipped sonars lace tightly against her skullcap as a mare lingers close to her. Blunt ivory teeth clack together and bare venomously towards her with a purposeful stomp of her hoof until the pitiful creature takes the hint and quickly retreats a few yards away. She did not snort, neither does a sigh escape her lips, although some forgotten part of her wanted to; she was harder than that, now Time had changed her. Age and experience had made it so, had shut down self-pity. The lithe girl of brandished gold forced herself to be calm, counting out each breath until they began to slow and she felt her heart unclench and the muscles beneath her taunt skin relax. This place was new... and she too had the opportunity to rebuild herself, mold herself into something she was not now... the only challenge would be to force her heart and mind to come together and understand that.
She forces herself to relax now, letting her senses become enveloped by the strong scents of pine and cedar and fresh snow. A single dial flickers as the dancing girl lets her white hind leg cock against the ground, doing her best to appear calm, innocent and naïve. It was time to see what would come to her, what creatures would dare to leave the shadows of the forest and break into the open of the field... see who was brave enough to approach her. It was time to make a new home here in a new world.
OOC: forgive the blah the next will be better... idk what happened lol
Wanheda
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