Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 20, 2012 14:34:20 GMT -5
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[bg=#000304]Time. It was all Zandarkand needed before he started wallowing in the sadness that had begun to plague him. Like most of the horses upon Isola, the poor Thoroughbred fell to the feelings of love and trust, his heart stolen by that particular mare. |
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Her name was but a single whisper upon the warm spring air, as the bay stallion moved away from his secluded hiding spot, hooves moving the lone equine through the trees of Bella Valle. The forest welcomed the shade of Zandarkand with open branches, the briliant green foliage caressing his coat like a lover's touch, the small twigs tangling into his beautiful copper tail and mane. Ears twitched, radars trying to detect the smallest of sounds. All that came to him, however, were the beautiful songs that the sparrows sang, as they hopped along the branches, high in the canopy. It's what Zan loved of spring. The beautiful things that no one else seemed to care about.
Copper hindquarters shimmered in the faint sunlight that seemed to trickle through the leaves above, warming him despite the icy claws clenching his heart tight. He had secluded himself from the world, the loss of the mare he cared for so much a blow to him. If only she had killed him, death would've suited him better than the endless torment of what could have been. A gentle breeze drifted through the forest of Belle Valle, twisting it's way around the large trunks, gently tugging on the brute's mane, as if urging him onward. Zandarkand's trek didn't end, his hooves moving his body slowly through the undergrowth that had become all too familiar to him.
Bright sunlight suddenly washed over him, causing the copper colored horse to pause. Ears instinctively flattened against his skull, a sharp snort escaping flared nostrils. She was probably with him now, the bastard that had stolen her innocence away, stolen the very heart that Zan had wanted for his own. A rumble emitted from his throat, much like a growl, and a fore hoof struck the tender blandes of grass of the meadow in anger. He had to dig himself out of this hole, or else he would die miserable.
Breathing in deeply, Zandarkand's eyes drifted to the heaven's above, muttering under his breath. He'd try to get over it. Orbs flickered, and lowered to the grasses by his hooves. A grumble of his stomach caused the corners of his maw to curve upward in a smirk, and he lowered his mighty head to tug a few of the blades from the delicate ground. Chewing them, his mind lost in thought, he stood at the forest's edge, tail flicking lazily behind his body.[/size][/font]
ZANDARKAND
[/font] |FOUR HUNDRED FORTY FIVE |
LUX AETERNA; TWO STEPS FROM HELL |
FOR DISCO |
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