05-12-2015, 09:57 AM
{hush now watch the stars fall}
Everything was so quiet, almost unnervingly so. Sure Zoya was used to spending time on her own, but it wasn't often that she wandered into strange lands so late in the night. The day before the mare had simply begun walking and had yet to stop. She didn't mind the dark, it was no less warm than the bright, sunlit days. She did, however, mind many of the critters that traversed through the darkness, equines included. Many of the animals were sly and manipulative though Zoya never held it against them. It was just hard to be friends with a creature that didn't want to have any friends.
The young vixen was quite used to getting the cold shoulder. Was there something wrong with her? Was it her color? Certainly not so many horses would hate her so passionately simply because of her strange markings. But she had always tried her hardest to be nice to everyone and mind their personal boundaries and help them out and babysit the youngsters and shut up when told and-
Oh what's the use? Clearly she hadn't been liked, or even welcome, in her old lands. A deep sigh rang through her body, both mental and physical exhaustion were pulling her towards sleep.
Quite suddenly a voice arose from the darkness on her right. Zoya swiftly lifted her head with a smile, ears perked forward, thinking she recognized him. To her slight disappointment, it was not who she expected, but the mare never let her expression fall. "Are you alright?" he asked before introducing himself. Did she not look alright? Zoya took in a small gasp and gave herself a once-over. Did she look like she needed help? Had she done something so soon to indicate to this stallion that something was wrong with her? Was it even possible to do that before she had said anything to him?!
After carefully, albeit a bit frantically, looking herself over again, she raised her head to look at him. "I think I'm alright... why, is something wrong?" she asked, her usually cheery voice holding with it a worried quiver as if she had indeed done something wrong. Finally as she gazed upon him Zoya noticed just how muscular and toned this new friend was. He held himself like he was always ready to be on the front cover of a magazine, perfect as he was without any photoshopping.
Zoya had never been able to hold herself so proudly, but she always tried. Even without thinking about it she straightened out to face him, that stupid grin never leaving her face. "I'm Zoya" she said triumphantly.
The young vixen was quite used to getting the cold shoulder. Was there something wrong with her? Was it her color? Certainly not so many horses would hate her so passionately simply because of her strange markings. But she had always tried her hardest to be nice to everyone and mind their personal boundaries and help them out and babysit the youngsters and shut up when told and-
Oh what's the use? Clearly she hadn't been liked, or even welcome, in her old lands. A deep sigh rang through her body, both mental and physical exhaustion were pulling her towards sleep.
Quite suddenly a voice arose from the darkness on her right. Zoya swiftly lifted her head with a smile, ears perked forward, thinking she recognized him. To her slight disappointment, it was not who she expected, but the mare never let her expression fall. "Are you alright?" he asked before introducing himself. Did she not look alright? Zoya took in a small gasp and gave herself a once-over. Did she look like she needed help? Had she done something so soon to indicate to this stallion that something was wrong with her? Was it even possible to do that before she had said anything to him?!
After carefully, albeit a bit frantically, looking herself over again, she raised her head to look at him. "I think I'm alright... why, is something wrong?" she asked, her usually cheery voice holding with it a worried quiver as if she had indeed done something wrong. Finally as she gazed upon him Zoya noticed just how muscular and toned this new friend was. He held himself like he was always ready to be on the front cover of a magazine, perfect as he was without any photoshopping.
Zoya had never been able to hold herself so proudly, but she always tried. Even without thinking about it she straightened out to face him, that stupid grin never leaving her face. "I'm Zoya" she said triumphantly.