Zandora
I already know I'm going to hell
So at this very point...
It's go big or go home

Feelings. They were everywhere. She felt so damn exhausted of dealing with herself, she was tired of being sad. Her days in Helovia had been filled with emotions, the things she hated to deal with. At this moment, Zandora was tired of playing nice. She wanted to play dirty, she could no longer deny her true self, even if others thought she was different--that she was good, Zandora knew otherwise. One friend had seen a side of her, that no one should have ever seen; a weakness. Zandora was better then weaknesses, for god's sake she had been to hell and back! (Literally) Even though she wanted to change (for the worst) her friend meant a lot to her, and she was forever grateful for his company. 

A huff filled the chilled air. There she had gone again, becoming sickly engrossed in those damned things. She rammed her violet nails against the icy snow, cursing under her breath. 'You are done with thinking.' Zandora told herself, tonight wouldn't be about anything but enjoyment, she would kick herself if she dared venture into the dark, luring, walls of her mind that taunted her with questions and self-shame. Starkly purple orbs glanced around the frost bitten land, snow was truly a world wonder. Her breath rose around her in transparent puffs, the wind carrying away her thoughts and breath as she shivered deeper into the heart of the barren lands. 


The snow quickly got deeper, before she knew it she was knee deep and stuck. That was when she finally looked around, and in the distance, a black figure caught her orbs. Quickly she strided towards the figure, her mane dragging behind her as it caught fresh flurries of snow. Her black skin stuck out like a deer in headlights, and her purple ribbons looked silky and rich in the low lighting of the cold dusk. In short words, she looked stunning. As she came closer to what was a figure and now was a staggeringly large [i]man[i/] she took a moment to let her lanterns glide across his body. He was draped with a coat of ebonite and charcoal over a body of toned muscles and long ivory dipped feet. The stag's face was another palate of black and white, with pools of icy blue. Zandora's eyes then drifted to the massive appendages that where feathered wings and tail to match. His wings looked unaveragely large, to those of feeble hearts he would be intimidating, but to Zandora who feared little, he was intriguing. "Hello stranger." Her chords rang out, enchanting and rich. Would this stranger prove to be worth her time in the freezing night? 

 

OCC: what what what
TAG: @(Caleb)