Last Words. {Finished!}

●●MEETING THE MAKER
alias: Jacqueline is my name, screen name is Amity I don't mind which you use!
histories: I'm a new kid

●●MAKING A MARK
moniker: Aphrodite
age: 5 rotations
bloodlines: PintoxMustangxunknown

●●KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical description:

light buckskin splashed pinto, blue eyes, two toned mane and tail of chestnut and white. She is on the shorter side standing at 14.2hh. She is not stocky, but instead slinder.

To be developed

please write (or provide a previously written) sample of your role-playing.
This must be a minimum of 300 words long.
please forgive me it's been years since I've written XD Also this is a new character for me so she isn't fully developed yet!

Aphrodite...

We all have our own story, one of loathing, love, and grief; none of which are perfect. Situations change at the last minute and we never see our happy ending. The knight in shining armor forgets to remove a few dents here, a scruff of dirt, splattered mud, but he still looks fitting. You just ignore it, take the scars that cover him as battle wounds. After all, we all have our own baggage. He comes over, baggage in hand, disguises it as a few of his rewards that he earned and emits the first words of condescending kindness she had met her auricles in weeks, “Hello Miss…” and at those words, she should have run, but she didn’t. She stayed and listened to every poisonous word he spilled out to her. He never leans in to divulge in her that he left something unfinished, that he was not ‘right for her’. Never bothers to tell you about the wars he has seen, taken part in, or what side he was on. Never tells you about how easy it is for him to cover the earth’s surface scarlet red and how the steam, rolling off the cold unforgiving earth was so… comforting . He forgets to mention how it leaves a tinge of satisfaction in his mouth. It is a longing he never fails to free his burdened soul from, murder, lies, distrust. He is a daemon, anyone could see that. But in this moment, in this single insignificant glitch in time, he is everything you’ve wanted. Even if you can’t explain it. Even to yourself. Because you are saved from your own thoughts. And what was once boring and eventless, suddenly becomes a journey into the unknown.
Morning dew pools around her heavy hooves, in disregard of the weight they put on the blades of greenery around them. The sun dancing around the open field in front of her, nothing here looks familiar, nor does it look welcoming. Despite the blue unmarked sky above, the sun reaching out to warm her matted pelt through the tangle of branches attempting to keep her covered from unwanted gazes from those in the distance. It was a feeling of security that the tangled webs brought, something that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was almost as if she was a child again, standing in the shade of her mother. The wind picking up the welters of her mane, shading her young filly from the sun that with no water could take her life in an instant. She longed to be in that shade. But here she was, standing next to a half dead tree, offering up next to no foliage. The air around her was warming up, and the mare could feel the ground drying up, soon the dew pools would be gone. How did she even get here? One moment she was with the perfect stallion, strong, handsome, smart… Then it seemed in a blink of an eye, everything was so cold, he wasn’t the same. He wasn’t a stallion from any type of battle she would applaud, it was no noble deed. All the stories he had told her the fallowing 3 days on that long journey had been inverted and reality set in. He wasn’t defending anything, he was tearing families apart killing young and old keeping only the strong alive. It was a game to him. And she, just one many of his accolades he used as examples to control anyone who tried to defy him, in any way he needed to.
But this was a new chapter, a change, and she would never go back to where she once was. Her pelt covered with wounds, they are in different healing stages, just as the last of the blood was beginning to slow its decent and dry into its new form another was closing up. Scars that were hidden under her banner, her long arch would never be as graceful as it once was, but instead it would resemble the travesties she has undergone in the past years. These were her accolades. Proof that she had earned the little taste of freedom she was soaking up in this shade. Scars on her flanks, underbelly and rump were reminders that she was, no matter how strong she forced herself to be, that of the weaker gender. Strength was not a mare’s game, and here, she would learn to hold her tongue and abide either to herself or her lead. Her game was not that of war, but that of the mind. She would have to exercise hiding her weakness, not giving everything away to that same “knight” that we mentioned before. This time would be different.
The sky is clear, spotted with tuffs of white curious there would be no rain today, no water to nourish the growth below her hooves. Slowly coming to realize this themselves, the blades begin to wilt and preserve what they have while below the soil, roots franticly fight to find any type of moisture as the last of the dew was evaporated and retreated. It must have been this way for a while now, being new here these conditions were unfamiliar and she as well as the foliage around her began to take advantage of the vacant territory in which she found herself. She had no home, no guarantee of any protection or food, exactly like the blades she ripped from the ground to preserve her own life, no matter the cost to others. Here, it is survival of the fittest. Towers upon her skull rotated as to monitor her surroundings, he orbs like blue pools surveyed around her; and every once in a while she would lift her crown and change positions, always sure to leave her rump cornered. While the surroundings were quiet now, she knew that there was somewhere, something watching her every move and one second of her guard down could be the last.

Word count: 999
[Finished!]