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07-02-2016, 01:26 PM
Zyanya
Brethren of the Basin...
Sleepily, Zya shakes the fog from her head, the thundering voice calling out to her from the depths of her dreams. An eerie sound, a powerful sound, something that clutched her soul and made her nervous.
If she had insight into Thranduil's thoughts, she may have known who the voice belonged to before her arrival. However, she did not, and instead stood rather stupified in a cave while the booming voice echoes off the walls. Show yourselves.
Rearing into action, Zyanya trots easily toward the glassy surface of the lake where she sees him, the Reaper, for the first time. Despite never having seen or met Deimos before, the chatter amid the herd spoke of their leader. Just looking at the blue tinted shadow atop the knoll, the little mare knew this must be him. For, despite the calm disposition of his figure, there was something menacing in the air about his body. As if swathed in a dark mist, the aura of the stallion left the breath within her lungs thin and worried, until she saw a familiar face.
Gold chains glimmer in the sunlight, Rexanna walking confidently up toward the shadow stallion, and, for the first time, bringing to attention the mare next to him. She's beautiful, Zyanya thinks to herself, the blush of the mare's coat decorated with white spots. The green of her eyes are bright and vibrant in the sun, and she looks like a flower in a land of dusted snow.
Settling in by a stallion she doesn't know, who looked old and slightly frail, Zya offers him a shy smile before tilting her eyes and ears forward, listening intently to the words that spill out from those on the hill. Her heart soars when she hears that Frost Fyre, the chocolate and snow dappled mare who greeted her in the Threshold, had been promoted. So proud of her friends that she had made, thinking herself important for having graced their presence once or twice. Foolish, but Zyanya is ever the fool.
Rexanna speaks of the festival, and tangible excitement lurks in Zya's lavender eyes. "I want to help," she says quietly, low enough that only those around her could likely hear - not wanting to interrupt the speakers.
""
ooc -- ZYA IS EXCITED TO BE AT HER FIRST HERD MEETING HELLO.
Sleepily, Zya shakes the fog from her head, the thundering voice calling out to her from the depths of her dreams. An eerie sound, a powerful sound, something that clutched her soul and made her nervous.
If she had insight into Thranduil's thoughts, she may have known who the voice belonged to before her arrival. However, she did not, and instead stood rather stupified in a cave while the booming voice echoes off the walls. Show yourselves.
Rearing into action, Zyanya trots easily toward the glassy surface of the lake where she sees him, the Reaper, for the first time. Despite never having seen or met Deimos before, the chatter amid the herd spoke of their leader. Just looking at the blue tinted shadow atop the knoll, the little mare knew this must be him. For, despite the calm disposition of his figure, there was something menacing in the air about his body. As if swathed in a dark mist, the aura of the stallion left the breath within her lungs thin and worried, until she saw a familiar face.
Gold chains glimmer in the sunlight, Rexanna walking confidently up toward the shadow stallion, and, for the first time, bringing to attention the mare next to him. She's beautiful, Zyanya thinks to herself, the blush of the mare's coat decorated with white spots. The green of her eyes are bright and vibrant in the sun, and she looks like a flower in a land of dusted snow.
Settling in by a stallion she doesn't know, who looked old and slightly frail, Zya offers him a shy smile before tilting her eyes and ears forward, listening intently to the words that spill out from those on the hill. Her heart soars when she hears that Frost Fyre, the chocolate and snow dappled mare who greeted her in the Threshold, had been promoted. So proud of her friends that she had made, thinking herself important for having graced their presence once or twice. Foolish, but Zyanya is ever the fool.
Rexanna speaks of the festival, and tangible excitement lurks in Zya's lavender eyes. "I want to help," she says quietly, low enough that only those around her could likely hear - not wanting to interrupt the speakers.
""
ooc -- ZYA IS EXCITED TO BE AT HER FIRST HERD MEETING HELLO.
YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.
even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
Magic & Force allowed, barring permanent changes or death.
