09-07-2016, 08:45 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
Of course she felt when Beqanna tore the magic away from them. In the shake and shutter of mountains, the collapse of their society, Vakarian attempts to armor herself with nature's hardest substance. At first the diamonds glittered fiercely all over. Her mane bore strings of stones, her hooves shattering the earth with each hoof fall...and slowly it slipped away. Vaka felt it run like lifeblood from a wound till she was nothing more than the mere bay girl that she was when she lay naked at her birth.
It had taken some time to recuperate from her loss. What would become of her? Would she survive? Destroyed by the very creatures she kept at bay? No. The mare would not perish today or the next. Instead she tucks her chin, the dark wisps of her mane catching the breeze as she proceeds inward to the Field. If she were to find a home today then this would be the best place to be found. A call is cast outward in the form of a frozen cloud, lobes flicker as the mare crests slightly. She was no timid women and would not cower now without the use of her armor.
There would be no death today.
It had taken some time to recuperate from her loss. What would become of her? Would she survive? Destroyed by the very creatures she kept at bay? No. The mare would not perish today or the next. Instead she tucks her chin, the dark wisps of her mane catching the breeze as she proceeds inward to the Field. If she were to find a home today then this would be the best place to be found. A call is cast outward in the form of a frozen cloud, lobes flicker as the mare crests slightly. She was no timid women and would not cower now without the use of her armor.
There would be no death today.
covet and azula's diamond armored daughter