10-20-2016, 02:46 AM
It's all just so incredibly boring these days. Ever since the change, things had been quiet. Well, there was the initial bit of panic when the realization hit many of Beqanna's residents that they were now powerless. That had been fun to watch for a little while. Some had been angry, livid, spiteful. And Idina wanted to spur them on. Some had been upset, not nearly enough to be angry, but disoriented and confused. To them, she had wanted to whisper in their ears, stir up the dust, kindle their inner flame. And some even had just accepted the change for what it was. Hell, some had even been happy about it. That.. That was just too damn boring.
Their whole world was different, stripped. And then horses gathered into groups, consolidating and planning. She had been interested in that, watching them all from a distance as they scrambled to the Mountain to beg for Beqanna's mercy. Oh please, oh please!! Give us a home to rest our heads! A little pathetic, but better than this horrid quiet that had settled over all the lands now that they had been given what they wanted. She needs excitement, needs... Something..
And then she had heard of the One. The one stallion that had claimed a land for himself and his followers. Despite the fairies' wishes, despite the groveling they had insisted upon. This one being had said fuck that, and had made something for them himself. Now this, this was somebody she wants to get closer to. This was someone she could get behind. Even if it had come with a price.
The silver bay girl, just recently becoming a woman, had stepped around the base of the mountain and beyond, following the directions of the whispers she has heard of where this land is supposed to be. She is a petite thing, not very tall, and still has a baby face (though this may never change) which sports her only marking- an irregular stripe of white beginning between her milky brown eyes and ending on her small, velveteen muzzle. Her structure is stout, thick in bone and lean in muscle, though she is pleasantly plump where it counts. She doesn't know how attractive she is or is not, and nor does she care. Such things have never mattered to her before. Daddy dearest hadn't taught her about the ol' birds and bees, but especially in this current time of fall, she could very well soon find out. She does feel a very certain discomfort in her hind end, but she chooses to ignore it as she makes her way through foothills and trees and finally the place comes into view. Pangea. The Wasteland. This is what the One had made for them.
The whispers she'd overheard in the meadow had given her clue to what to expect, but hearing about something and seeing it are entirely different things. Her murky gaze creeps over the terrain, all grey and dingy. Dead. Twisted limbs of what could have once been trees dot here and there. The ground is soot and dust, apparently inhabitable for greenery. Incredible. So this is the price they paid for the one's boldness to go where no one had gone, the other way. The darker path. The obscure choice. This.
This was going to be her home. A slow, crooked smile curves her lips. Idina wonders if she will be greeted by the one himself.
((Soooo.. This girl decided to start talking in my head again. She's a weird one. Should fit in nicely xD
PS: really wouldn't mind if she is shown what it means to reach maturity. She would probably prefer @[Carnage] "the one" himself, but I'm open to all options lol.))
Their whole world was different, stripped. And then horses gathered into groups, consolidating and planning. She had been interested in that, watching them all from a distance as they scrambled to the Mountain to beg for Beqanna's mercy. Oh please, oh please!! Give us a home to rest our heads! A little pathetic, but better than this horrid quiet that had settled over all the lands now that they had been given what they wanted. She needs excitement, needs... Something..
And then she had heard of the One. The one stallion that had claimed a land for himself and his followers. Despite the fairies' wishes, despite the groveling they had insisted upon. This one being had said fuck that, and had made something for them himself. Now this, this was somebody she wants to get closer to. This was someone she could get behind. Even if it had come with a price.
The silver bay girl, just recently becoming a woman, had stepped around the base of the mountain and beyond, following the directions of the whispers she has heard of where this land is supposed to be. She is a petite thing, not very tall, and still has a baby face (though this may never change) which sports her only marking- an irregular stripe of white beginning between her milky brown eyes and ending on her small, velveteen muzzle. Her structure is stout, thick in bone and lean in muscle, though she is pleasantly plump where it counts. She doesn't know how attractive she is or is not, and nor does she care. Such things have never mattered to her before. Daddy dearest hadn't taught her about the ol' birds and bees, but especially in this current time of fall, she could very well soon find out. She does feel a very certain discomfort in her hind end, but she chooses to ignore it as she makes her way through foothills and trees and finally the place comes into view. Pangea. The Wasteland. This is what the One had made for them.
The whispers she'd overheard in the meadow had given her clue to what to expect, but hearing about something and seeing it are entirely different things. Her murky gaze creeps over the terrain, all grey and dingy. Dead. Twisted limbs of what could have once been trees dot here and there. The ground is soot and dust, apparently inhabitable for greenery. Incredible. So this is the price they paid for the one's boldness to go where no one had gone, the other way. The darker path. The obscure choice. This.
This was going to be her home. A slow, crooked smile curves her lips. Idina wonders if she will be greeted by the one himself.
((Soooo.. This girl decided to start talking in my head again. She's a weird one. Should fit in nicely xD
PS: really wouldn't mind if she is shown what it means to reach maturity. She would probably prefer @[Carnage] "the one" himself, but I'm open to all options lol.))