Post by a n i m a d o on Oct 23, 2006 16:54:35 GMT -5
Pulling me away a n i m a d o
Bleeding on this litho s p a n i s h m u s t a n g
Curse these hormones of mine b a r o n e s s
Drowning me for many moons f i v e y e a r s
Stain my sinew the wretched hue o b s i d i a n
Standing in the middle f o u r t e e n ‘ t h r e e
My body is sculpted n o r m a l
Recording the dreary days:
Blunts churned the lithography, making it crumble beneath her weight into tiny debris, thrown away behind her flying tassel like broken toys. Lappets surveyed the lands with vigilant care, the features of the lands imprinted in her dream box, to be kept within herself; protected by a barrier only to be punctured if she was whisked away like a fallen leaf in a summer breeze. Proboscis flared to reveal the pink tissue hidden behind the ashen curtains, soft sigh escaping into the encompassment, the vixen captured in the global orbit as was every other equine around her. Swarthy pigmented sinew wrapped tight around her frame, lines etched into her pelt like a statue, building and displaying her strength and emotions. Dome flicked in her boredom that overtook her, gnawing her from the inside out, willing her to do something, put herself into action, but all she could do was wait. Wait… ah such a word that made her tense, made her anticipate the next play in the game, made her skin shiver with readiness like nothing ever had. Sides lifted, deep breath inhaled and exhaled, carbon released into the air to caress the herbage around her, the plants supplying her with oxygen in thanks. Her mind raced, it was always running, chugging like a train, playing around like a young foal. Ideas, thoughts, memories, all stored in her brain pan, an imagination some would call it, others would call it intelligence; she called it cunning. She observed things closely, thought about them, allowed them to join the flow of notions that ran through her head like a river, the rushing of her concentration sought out by the crease of her facial expressions. Skin crawled as a low wind hit her head on, cranium now carried low to fight against the thick foliage she now faced, lobes dancing atop her crown to catch the sounds that broke the silence around her again and again. She could feel winter nearing, drawing the lands into a cold spell, dropping hints of its dreaded arrival. The leaves had fallen, color changed and all, the temperatures dropped, many on the quest for shelter like she. Barbs grinded, gnawing at her lip as her mind continued to run, ticking away at the clues winter left before snatching them away from the warmth, from the food and water, like the cold clasp of the hand of death… Ominous, a favorite word of hers, something she could be, but rarely was. Dark like the night and frightening like an irregular shadow, satisfying for the deep hunger within her but disturbing for the guilt that lay within her as well; what a strange mare she was, comparing herself with ominous, comparing and contrasting everything and everyone. Animado was her calling, those who wished to know what it meant and what they should propose to her as would have to earn her respect, they wouldn’t get it from force, or from demanding, not even asking. Dome shook, mug drifting to the small creek she discovered, soft lips parting and curling around the frigid liquid, the cooling water soothing her throat, running through her body and making her vigorous once more. Adrenaline made her blood pump faster through her veins, heart pounding as her hind shanks lifted from the ground, heels kicking out in a hearty buck, extremities propelling her bulk through the dry and barren grasses, lanterns lighting up with bliss, head tossing again and again, ridding of her locks that obscured her vision. Her Spaniard heritage showed through her features and her build, even her personality. Her courage, her will to survive, her smooth muscles and rounded back. She was quite small for a horse, but she was quite stubborn and armed with an ill temper. Gentleness would settle on her features, unraveling to a vicious fury that was hard to calm, let alone control. Animado was to never be tamed, her name meaning spirited, picked out by her mother whom had weaned her when she was around six months. Past memories were good and some bad, life wasn’t perfect, it had its times where you wanted to go back and relive them, others that you wanted to fix and have them never happen, but you can’t gain back time you’ve lost. Once precious seconds, precious minutes had passed, they were gone, never to be grasped again. As the memories rolled on, cretaceous lining was displayed around her mocha optics as a rabbit darted out in front of her, catching her off guard. Shying, she danced away but quickly collected herself, reprimanding herself for not being more alert. A bad thing about her curiosity, her burning aspiration to know how things worked, what others thoughts happened to be, it pulled her away and knocked her senseless as though she’d been attacked by an invisible force. Ah yes, her mind was a woven web of mysteries, you could never tell what she was thinking, whether she was cooking up a plan and in desperate need of something, something that she couldn’t even figure out herself.
Upon realizing were she’d come, she tossed her apex in joy, finally having reached her destination. Lemorsea... she’d heard so many stories, the wonderful environment with available shelters she’d trekked for, working hard, surviving to reach this place. However, it didn’t take her long to realize she’d reached the claiming grounds of the lands, where masculine roamed, claiming mares left and right, some for the good hearted pleasure of company, others to display as trophies, showing they were superior, a strong desire to have the largest herd. Muscles could be seen tensing beneath her coat, the young mare glad for nightfall. No markings were bore upon her hide, allowing her to use the shadows as a cloak, her scent betraying her to some however. Many mares were ready to be whisked away by a steed, ready to enjoy a new life and find a ‘true love’, ending their lives as happily ever after. Well, it didn’t always work out that way, and this Animado knew from friends and family, but had yet to experience herself. She had always veered away from claiming grounds such as this, but her weary muscles begged her to stop, her heart insisting that she stop, end her journey, her brain pushing her, intensifying her desire to be away from this place. In the end, her heart won, and she parked herself under a barren tree, cast away from the rest of the forest, a loner like she. There was no passion to reside with a stallion, be part of a herd, alongside mares that held hope to capture that brute’s heart. Nope, this was not what Animado craved, what she craved, what she wanted, something she had to have… she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure, she didn’t know what in the heck she wanted, and for now she decided all she wanted to do was be left alone. Optics closed, the baroness falling into a light slumber, listeners still twitching, listening, waiting for whatever was to come, what was to be expected of the cursed lands... Oh, only if you could regain time that was lost…
ooc: hope you don't mind, thats my claiming post if I'm accepted
