She looks with dark eyes upon the sunset.
It was a beautiful spectacle. There was no denying that. No two were ever alike, she was sure of that. But finally the sun sank beneath the horizon, and the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding was let out.
Moonlight and moths suited her better. Gentle and welcoming. The shadows cool and dark against skin as dark as they were. Except for her face - pale and stark in its bald marking but then it only got stranger from there.
Part of her bald face was pure gold. Like from the earth, metallic and bright as it lay against her fur. The hairs didn’t feel any heavier though. Just unnatural. Because of it, sunlight was no friend to her as it highlighted the brightness of half her face and blinded the eye the gold encircled.
Moonlight was softer, kinder. Even more easily endured. But the light of day is taking a long time to die. It softens but lingers and that is enough for her to break from the wood at the meadow’s edge, the trees having been her sanctuary.
Irys is a small thing and soft in her nature, even a little unsure. She feels like a wild creature with no appreciation for the season and it’s ripe fast-fading flowers. Or the aroma of damp loam though she’d welcome a good rainstorm right then.
Instead there is a stallion (isn’t there always?) and he seems content enough with the way the wind runs its fingers through his hair and he just looks as if he belongs fully in the world. It’s a look that she doesn’t have and doesn’t quite envy but also has no clue as to how to belong to something (or someone). So she stops and she stares, tricking herself into believing that she’s just admiring him from afar.
and after all is said and done
it's you i've chosen to love
ooc: her account isn’t activated yet but couldn’t resist! welcome to bq! <3