by chaton, » Mon Feb 29, 2016 3:23 pm
// i did finish after the time - if mine isn't judged that's okay! ive been without a keyboard for a long time >.< good luck everyone <3 //
Username: Lyrebird
Name: Pretty If You Please / "Pixie"
Gender: Mare
Job: Actor/Model - This mare belongs in front of a camera.
Story: 472 words 2,659 characters
"Pix!" The mare's head jerked up, ears flicking to find the source of her name. Ah! There, behind the camera. A human with hair nearly as wild as the mare's own was beckoning her over. Snorting, the horse wandered over and ducked her head into the fingers absent-mindedly stroking through her already tangled mane.
It was the morning of a fall shoot, fog slinking around those gathered and just generally making the photoshoot a pain. Makeup smudged and colors were softened and the cold irritated any who weren't still numb with sleep. Pixie, however, couldn't be happier.
The mare was born to be in front of a camera - and her photographers knew it. The best of them could capture that fire, that spark in her eyes, the determination once the lights and reflectors and soft boxes were unfolded around her. Even when the photography turned to cinematography, she had a purpose behind her grace. Whether she was in full, clanking armor or draped with ribbons with a bride settled behind her shoulders, she played her part with an almost human understanding of it.
Her favorite days were the bridal shoots, and today was no different. The smiling bride with wild brown curls and deep blue eyes had spent a good part of the morning scritching her nose or sneaking her treats and by the time everything was set up - the woman now dressed in the most gorgeous silvery white dress, lace swirling dantily away from her waist and a string of diamonds curving around her throat - the two were the best of friends. Pix lipped at the bride's hair, causing one of the curls to twist away from the up-do it'd been imprisoned in and fall against her cheek. There was a frustrated huff from the hair dresser, but the photographer refused to let them fix it.
Several pictures were taken; easily over a hundred, though most wouldn't be used. Kisses on her velvety nose - click -, a crown of deep blue and purple flowers - click -, Pix trying to nibble said flowers when she thought no one was looking - click -. They were at it till sundown, until the photographer had filled two memory cards of pictures, and once the last of the light vanished, they all reluctantly parted ways.
Pix saw the bride many times after, as the woman kept her promise to come visit her home and request her presence for more photoshoots, and, eventually, the horse was even introduced to the husband and, most recently, a tiny cooing lump of blankets that confused her to no end until they pulled back the cloth to reveal a human foal. A little girl with her mama's curls, one that grew up beside horses and modeling and spent many, many days in the saddle and in front of the camera with Pixie.
Last edited by
chaton, on Thu Mar 17, 2016 4:10 pm, edited 4 times in total.
// i used to be lyrebird! please dont steal the name - i might change back! <3 \\
depressed again - please be patient with me