Zenobia [Spectra] - completed

[masque]

Name of Character(s): Zenobia
Text: Zenobia
Quote: heed not the passions of youth
Species: Equine
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare
Breed: Paint
Colour: Palomino
Physical Appearance: Pale palomino, with white on her belly and across her face. Though her maw is of a charcoal tint, she has a pink upper-lip in which the color extends around her cheek just a bit. She is of a lean frame, not skinny but not plump.

Personality: Zenobia is quiet and loyal. While some see her as an innocent, she has seen the dark side and experienced more turmoil in her seven years than she hopes to ever experience again. She is withdrawn and constantly alert. She uses her mind in all things, and is constantly seen as a source of advice and compassion. Some may point out that there is something lacking within her, but this tight-lipped ess will not reveal a thing.

Images or References:
[adore! great for cliff scene] rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/469-129260340
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/484-129343962
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/483-129343919
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/478-129331576
[like]http://rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/477-129331392
[like]http://rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/474-129331263
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/472-129330840
[like]http://rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/466-129259526
[great for cliff scene] rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/464-129259189
[adore!]http://rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/446-129161432




Image Ideas: I want something that say's three things Serene, Mysterious and Turmoil. All at once. I'm not sure how I want to get that across, but I had a few ideas. Perhaps a beautiful cliff, with a bit of morning fog and some butterflies and a sparrow with Zenobia looking as if she's going to jump off, or just looking over. Or


Example post with requested character: "You can't leave me. I love you. You made me love you. You refused to hear me deny my emotions before and now you turn your back on me and the love we share? You bastard!" Tears, liquid sorrow pouring down a pale visage. The weight of her words peirced her silent sorrow, weakening her resolve for calm words, casting away the repressive hold she had on her decomposing emotions. The palomino ess danced backward, as if hoping some pit would open wide and swallow her whole. Wishing something would deprive her of this ecperience. Time was her enemy, as she looked her fate in the eyes, regretting already the feelings he had wrought within her. The passion. The joy. How she had denied, at first his coaxing; being a gentle, inexperienced filly. Finding the attentions of a strong stallion flattering, Zenobia had ignored the warning bells going off in her head. Those voices warning her that he was up to no good. That she was going to end up falling from her perch and he would be the one to push her.

"I taught you to love and I now relinquish my hold on your heart for another to claim."

How dare he? How dare he pretend that his goal had been to teach her to love! Damn him and his false nobility! That ability he had to twist situations to make him look all the tender knight shining, and leave her to feel as though used goods being tossed aside for better brands. Nostrils flared to life, breathing in their mixed scents, glancing upon his painted form with mixed emotions as well. There was hate. Yes, it seemed to roll through her as though it were a steroid, making her stronger even as it bred the next emotion. Loathing. She loathed him, for she knew, in her heart of hearts, that he would move on just as soon as her pale visage was no longer in sight. Fragmented. She wasn't whole without him. He completed her. Even though he had made her her own mare, he had taken her innocence, and by doing so, had taken a part of her soul. And now there would be a gaping hole. Something that none of her insignificant attempts would be able to fill, she knew.

"No! You weren't here to teach me to love! You can't use that excuse after four years! After the passion we shared! Those long, starless nights that we shared on the beach. Just you and I. You don't get to come out as the hero. You don't get tell me you don't love me anymore. You don't get to pretend you don't love me anymore. You don't get to. Not after the tender moments we've shared." She snapped, tossing her painted skull into the air, glaring at him in attempted agression, when really only hurt and sorrow appeared in her eyes.

"You will find someone, Zenobia, my sparrow. You will find someone who will love you as I cannot. I will cherish our moments together. But no longer can I pretend to love you. No longer can I ache and yearn for Nara. I have been faithful to you. But I cannot pretend any longer." She watched his lips move, those black and white lips that had nibbled at her own through the powerful storm that as rent apart their homeland. She watched those powerful limbs draw backward, away from her. That massive frame appearing small as he drew backward. That frame that had cuddled close to her soaked body after the ocean waves had nearly torn her from his grasp. She watched, with mounting fear, as he disappeared from her life. As he willingly turned from her and sought out this new female he had just happened across. Her soul cried out, yearning to hold him to her. To turn his head with memories of moments they had shared, when really she knew he was already lost to her. That memories of them, of their preciously shared 'I love you's, was already a dusty book on a shelf, in the back of his mind. Her breathing came in gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest. She died a little inside. Trying to hold herself together, when she was already shattered. She became a shell, when her life had been filled with such turmoil and passion. And it seemed that turmoil had won. Her limbs weakly lowered her to the ground. Her skull drooped, her heart and soul sinking into an imaginary pit the likes of the one she had wished would swallow her whole.

"I love you. I loved you. I believed in you. Trusted you. I gave my mind, body, heart and soul to you. I am nothing...Nothing at all without you. Oh, Banyon. Come back. Please come back." The words were a whisper, lost on the breeze. A tender denial of what had just happened, as she closed her eyes and prayed with all her might that Banyon would turn back. As she wished with all of her soul that this was just a nightmare. That she would awaken with Banyon snuggled close, holding her gently, murmuring those words that she would probably never hear again.

I love you.




Comments: Zenobia is based off of a book that I am writing, but named after a prized mare in a different book. My book is about Kassidy Dawson, the daughter of the King of Wales and heir apparent to the throne. At the age of fifteen she fell in love with a young earl while abord her family's yacht, her family in tow. Making a miscalculation on route and weather, the ship's captain lead vessel right into what would be known as the strongest storm of the century. In a disastorous stroke of fate, the ship sank leaving only a few survivors, none of which were Kassidy's family. Swimming to shore she is almost taken right back out to sea by the roiling waves, only to be grabbed by the Earl Timothy Banyon. Fighting against the waves, he drags her into his arms and out of the water. As two survivors of the wreckage they cling to eachother. It is that night that he coaxes her into bestowing the gift of her innocence on his, which she naively does. Years later (after a complicated pattern of settling into this new country which just happened to be Norway) after convincing Kassidy that she loves him, Timothy meets someone knew who steals his heart and suddenly Kassidy is just a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am'. There's more after that, but I won't bore you guys, as it's not entirely completed yet. ^_^


Signature?: Yes please.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Secret and perhaps one other.
Specific Artist?: Spectra or Entaie. Spectra because she's done images for my characters before and she is an amazing artist. Entaie because her images tend to have that surreal touch I'm looking for.

[Spectra]

If Entaie can't fix her computer and/or doesn't want to jump on this I'll do it, but I currently have two requests on my plate so it'll be a while before I can get to it. ^.^

[Spectra]

I've gone ahead and officially claimed this since Entaie announced in her dA journal that she won't be taking any more requests.

[Spectra]

Masque... would you hate me if I didn't put her on a cliff? I found a mysterious water pic, but since I plan to use the first stock image you listed it's probably not going to have much in the way of serenity. xD Maybe I can bring that through in the colour scheme though.

[masque]

That's perfectly fine with me! The Cliff was just a suggestion! I completely trust you to come out with an AMAZING image! After all, you are Spec to the t ra! XD

Just have fun with it! ^_^

[Spectra]

Starting on it now, but it'll probably take me a little longer than usual because I'm playing around with a tablet for pretty much the first time. If you're lurking around on MSN though, feel free to haunt me and maybe I'll send a preview your way. ^.^

[Spectra]

Done! But it's really late so I'll post it in Receive in the morning. Er, whenever I get up. If you're on before then you can stalk my dA. ^.^