Post by xchic on Aug 22, 2006 17:15:39 GMT -5
calling;
nothing but snowdrop on a rose | that would be snow to you.
turned?;
walked this earth a whole three years
formed;
i'm nothing but a barb horse
owe my life to;
echo's raindrop as a mum && banded oak as a pa'.
stand;
a good fifteen or sixteen hands
mould me;
can't you see? i'm a she!
hold my blood;
naha. you think i'd have kids?
birthing grounds;
somewhere, i dunno where..
look like;
A simple, mare, really, Snow's figure is quite average. Her legs may be thinner than most, only a slight bit, though, she holds her weight perfectly fine and with an air of false confidence. Her head is that oy a typical horse, broader at the top and thinning to a rounded "point" at the end, being bony the whole way down. The vix's legs are knobby at the knees, and more pointed than rounded in most places, so in all she does seem to be jagged, though she really is not in persona.
Snowdrop's coat is a light, pale gray blue colour, or at least the majority is. Or so it seems? Really, the fem's pelt seems to change colours, flickering different hues and shades right in front of your very eyes. One thing anyone and everyone agrees on though, is that it is mostly a light tan colour with many gray-brown sort of shading and lighter, more brown spotting.
A good four fifths, at least, of the mare's legs are pitch black, starting down at the very bottom of the hoof and coming up at least to the connecting point. Except for her back left leg, which happens to end just a bit before that.
Orbs are set in the same place as any's, one to each side of the head. The colouring is that of a deep, warm, chestnut brown, the kind that shows warmth at most any given time. They hold a look of pain and sorrow, added to the cheeryness, but very few can find these traces of emotion in her russet twin pools, you'd have to be exceptionally good at reading faces.
As for the bruja's mane and tail, it is a midnight black enough to rival that of the darkest, moon-less night sky, darker even than both her legs and hooves.
act like;
this is more of an in the making, i'd preffer not having to fill this out at the moment.
-drumroll;
It had been a figure, not really a shadow or anything, just a figure she had seen from the tower's window. And it was heading towards the Willow, the crazy whatever it was. Who went anywhere near the willow after hours? Or even during hours? The tree was crazy. It went and attacked people. Stupid tree, it had landed her in the hospital wing twice in one year, that was her third year. One time it had been a dare, the other time she just wasn't apying attention as to where she was going.
Quickly, she left her post from the tower, her bare feet hitting the wood and stoned stairs and floors softly. Kitty was wearing pajamas. As of late, she had done that a lot, wandering around the school in pajamas. Just earlier that day, she had run into James in the hall, in her pajamas. He did most of the talking, before kissing her hand and leaving to find Lily. All Kitty could hope was that the two would end up together- it was only them that didn't see they were perfect for each other.
She slid through the halls and opened the doors, they creaked lightly as she slipped through the big oak doors. Kit had been fast enough to catch the figure disappear underneath the tree. What? She questioned herself, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, still wondering why someone would go near the stupid, insane tree.
Lightly, she stepped over the dew-covered grass, wincing when she stopped on a rock that didn't happen to be smooth and rounded. She hopped, trying to keep from muttering a string of curses under her breath, holding her foot with one hand. Darned rocks.
Kitty stared up at the tree, the normally swinging branches quite still. For the moment anyways. Quietly, and softly as she could she walked around, eyes traveling everywhere. And without further notice, she located the tunnel and leaped, rolling into it, the dust and dirt flying over, making her cough. When she stopped tumbling in the darkness, Kit stood up and blinked a few times, fixing her hair from in her face.
Now where the fuck am i? She asked herself, tentively walking forward, afraid that at any moment something was going to leap out at her. And if it was James or Sirius having done so, well, they were in for a trip to St. Mungo's. Kitty hated being scared like that, it was just .. well.. scary, you could say?
Finally, the tunnel thingy (which is what she had been calling it in her mind..) ended and she stood there, looking like an idiot with her hand clutching her head, seeing as it sorta hurt from the falls and tumbling and rolling.
Who was that standing there?
Quickly, she left her post from the tower, her bare feet hitting the wood and stoned stairs and floors softly. Kitty was wearing pajamas. As of late, she had done that a lot, wandering around the school in pajamas. Just earlier that day, she had run into James in the hall, in her pajamas. He did most of the talking, before kissing her hand and leaving to find Lily. All Kitty could hope was that the two would end up together- it was only them that didn't see they were perfect for each other.
She slid through the halls and opened the doors, they creaked lightly as she slipped through the big oak doors. Kit had been fast enough to catch the figure disappear underneath the tree. What? She questioned herself, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, still wondering why someone would go near the stupid, insane tree.
Lightly, she stepped over the dew-covered grass, wincing when she stopped on a rock that didn't happen to be smooth and rounded. She hopped, trying to keep from muttering a string of curses under her breath, holding her foot with one hand. Darned rocks.
Kitty stared up at the tree, the normally swinging branches quite still. For the moment anyways. Quietly, and softly as she could she walked around, eyes traveling everywhere. And without further notice, she located the tunnel and leaped, rolling into it, the dust and dirt flying over, making her cough. When she stopped tumbling in the darkness, Kit stood up and blinked a few times, fixing her hair from in her face.
Now where the fuck am i? She asked herself, tentively walking forward, afraid that at any moment something was going to leap out at her. And if it was James or Sirius having done so, well, they were in for a trip to St. Mungo's. Kitty hated being scared like that, it was just .. well.. scary, you could say?
Finally, the tunnel thingy (which is what she had been calling it in her mind..) ended and she stood there, looking like an idiot with her hand clutching her head, seeing as it sorta hurt from the falls and tumbling and rolling.
Who was that standing there?
