sculpted angels {BENJIO}

[ZIHNA]

Zihna

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Snow dusted the ground with reckless abandon, drenching the land in uniformity as white dashed itself upon foliage and surrounding objects. The world was quiet here and any sound that would be made was muffled by the collection of snow beneath their feet. It was tranquil, a place that one could call a haven, or a refuge even. It gave off the aura of a silent mother, patiently waiting for her children to return to her brilliant colors that flashed her quiet and unheard prayers to wish them well and the best. This land would always be here to return to, a place where its outstretched arms would cradle whilst one rested their head upon the soft bosom of familiarity, losing themselves in the splendor that danced like a child in the sky.

Although the land was lost in muted shades, a flicker of color distorted the untouched land. A figure walked forwards, hooves dragging in the snow as it preceded its leisurely pace. The path left behind acted like a scar, flawing the lands of its compromised beauty to reveal the ugliness it strove to hide. The equine’s head was held low to the ground as its mane cascaded lightly down the femininely toned curvature of its neck. There was a defeated posture about the mare, something that resounded in a profound way as she continued to shuffle towards like a young one returning home to be chided by its parents. Thin, pale pink scars riddled the mare’s body without care, etching her with the burden of the past she struggled to forget. The red roan in her pelt seemed to be a smoldering fire as she halted before the sky to await her judgment.

The Quietus Appaloosa cross lifted her head hesitantly to stare upon the vivid colors that emblazoned itself across the night sky. Golden eyes rivaled the color of fire as if this petite mare had honed and tamed the flames only to have them be absorbed into her steady gaze. Others had thought her to be fire personified from her to her markings that complimented her well. Upon her legs, sides and portions of her face swirls dipped and twirled to their own pleasure, running softly against her coat to fall away into the unknown. The markings followed the contours of her body, highlighting some areas and leaving others blank. Zihna’s eyes stared at the skies, watching the colors flare across the backdrop provided. The soft hues blended into one another in a flawless performance and flaunted their liquid-like movements that came to them with such ease.

The gentle shades played across coat as if to urge her to join them in the dance they were acting out but Zihna silently denied the request to do so. She remained still, eyes trying to push past the colorful display in search of answers and understanding. It seemed she was searching for a higher power, someone who would manifest before her to guide her on her designated path. Yet, none came and she was left with feeling simple, empty, and alone. Perhaps she was more like these lands than she would accept but this place seemed to suit her as though she belonged here. With a snort, Zihna returned her stare to the skies, watching them flicker and flash with beauty as she attempted to force herself into a calm state of mind.


Ooc: Bleh… Ending sucks but I hope you enjoy! (:

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[BARKLEY]

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