this is where i've ended {U P}

[xx intoxica]

[x]The sky was darkening overhead, the moon pushing the blinding sun out of the sky, bringing with it stars and darkness. The sun was no more than a few streaks of light, throwing its last rays into the night but never climbing back up. As the sunlight dimmed, daytime creatures began to settle, sleeping out the night. But to others, what was considered "normal" was flipped. The moon's shine awoke some critters, their time to come out finally arrived. Night was Intoxica's time to come out and play. Dawn and dusk were the times where Intoxica's dead, hollowed heart and programmed body felt most alive. Some may call her crepuscular. Others may say she likes witnessing beginnings and ends. Then the sun went out.

[x]A brilliant full moon and sparkling glitter of stars brightened the sky, and the sky was not black but blue. The rest of the world, the ground more specifically, was black. Silhouetted against the dark sky, a horse moved like a wraith over the flat, empty landscape. Her tail did not flick, her mane she did not toss. She wandered on in an aimless straight line. The grounds were empty, all mares that had once been there gone, left with whatever stallion chose to claim them. There was no cover here, and so the mare stopped, not bothering to move any further. Where else could she go? Everything in the Scarred Valley was the same - a barren, dead landscape, sliced through the middle by a deep trench filled with death and putrid odors. Bones piled beneath the fresh bodies - rotting corpses that smelled of carrion, broken, disfigured, and swarmed with flies. Intoxica's angled hooves kicked a loose stone into the ravine when her hoof knocked into it, and a raven flew out, cawing in alarm with a flurry of black feathers. It's dark plumage blended into the sky, and it soon vanished in the night, leaving Intoxica again alone.

[x]With nothing more to do Intoxica recalled to her past. There was not much to recall to, but it was better than standing alone in the night, empty-headed with boredom. At least if she was thinking of something would occupy her mind, and she could react if anything happened around her. If she just stood there, she would look like some idiot, shouting an uneedingly loud "Huh?!" if someone came up to talk to her. She teetered dangerously close to the rift: right nest to the steep drop down, and to some unwary eye it may look like she was going to fall off the edge. However, Intoxica held her balance there like a trapeze walker. Now, where was she about her past? Ah, yes. Intoxica's commandment over evrything made it hard for her father to train her to be a Broken Souls mare like she was supposed to be. Otherwise, her life was normal, and she had to be roughly set free, like releasing a panther from its cage. But, was Intoxica a wild fire? No. She was... leader-like, to put it simply. Not power hungry, she just takes charge easily. It's an instinct for her, in a way. Now, we've strayed off subject. But, we've pretty much covered her past, haven't we? Again, not much of a history she has. But, it doesn't really matter what a tragic or long background you have, it matters if you lived through it or not. And Intoxica was alive, and that was all that really mattered, right? That Intoxica had lived through her history, though it wasn't hard to live through, and now she was here.

[x]But before I go, let me paint you a picture. A picture of what Intoxica is. A black Arabian, mare, with a crescent-shaped star with a twisted notch off the end. Intoxica is perfectly built, making it very easy for her to move. Her head is delicately refined, not too straight and not too concave, her dark, expressive eyes just larger than a normal Arabians,’ as well with her ears. Her nostrils are always flared, and she has a small, velveteen muzzle. Her small head is set high upon a long, arched neck, proudly placed upon a deep chest and a short back, made for wild and not for the saddle. A fairly horizontal croup, and slender, strong limbs. Her hooves are angled, and relatively sharp… solid, healthy, and surefooted. Her forelock has grown to the middle of her face – most of it remains behind her right eye, though a thinner piece is pulled back, behind her left. Her mane reaches the top of her leg, and her tail flows near even to the ground, a feathery banner that ripples out behind her. Her body is sleek, lithe, slender, and gracefully built, and Intoxica is swifter and more agile than strong. Is that a good enough picture?