Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open}

[Engelsfors]

Engelsfors on tarnished golden wings Gold skin peppers with pins and needles as I feel the cool autumnal breeze kiss my pelt; it swathes me in a blanket of cold, numbing me right down to my wick. I elate in that frosty feeling, it makes me feel a live, electric. I breathe in then, nostrils fluttering, inhaling big, gulping breathes. That is when I notice another scent capture the wind. A mixture of unnatural air, a fizz, a crackle. My cerulean gaze finds the new arrival first, then I drink in the earthy, sandy scent. I've only ever been to a beach land once, the dunes fell beneath my feet, the sand grains reminding me of time, slipping through each crevasse until it was merely nothing. I watch her, raven body, black as night, yet the myriad of colour that brightens the blackness, it swells pride, taunts me with a beauty unattainable. I am silent, my eyes ever watchful, my lips curving into a debonair smile. I am an aristocratic actress, born to sway in pretty dresses and speak in silvery toned words, and I act so well, my mask etched in beautiful gold and cream. 'Camrynn. Charmed, I'm sure.' there are no falsehoods, no mocking in my voice, it is silver dripped lace, black velvet and smooth satin sheets. I turn my head to quietly observe the bay mare, her small frame quite robust, her mud decorated form was all I saw, her words were all I heard. I cast a quick glance to Camrynn of the Deserts and to Azula, my debonair smile never ceases, instead broadens with a little toothy crookedness. 'The pleasure is all ours, I'm sure. Madam Skitz.' my cream tail slides over my loins, my hocks, fluttering away the pesky flies. 'Is that why you are here, Madam Skitz, to find friends, to be whisked off on an adventure?' my question hangs in the air, trickles like rain against an icy pane across a lake, it swings in the crisp atmosphere like a pendulum. I keep my cerulean gaze upon Skitz, glancing occasionally to both the other mares with a curious eye. even the angels start to fall