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Post by Abba on Apr 7, 2012 23:01:16 GMT -5
When I find myself
in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
speaking words of wisdom let it be, and in my hour of darkness
she is standing right in front of me speaking words of wisdom let it be The golden mares hooves clicked against the pebbles of the stream as her hawk tundreled down towards the water, sweeping up the cool liquid to her body as she continued forwards. Her stomach was beginning to bulge out on both sides as she lifted her cranium up rather tall. The wind whipping her hair back and off of her arched neck. Her steps were careful and precise, making sure not to slip or do anything which might get her close to harm. Not yet. Not until this war actually happened. She had to make sure that the warriors knew that they weren't fighting alone. Alone. That was the worst thing - to think that you are completely alone. Something she had felt multiple times before. Until she had met him she had felt that gut-wrenching feeling that everything was wrong - that she shouldn't really even be there. It was horrible. It had made her do things she shouldn't have done. Like trust that brute Scathashoun. If she hadn't had trusted him than she probably wouldn't have had that back injury which Taj had so gratefully healed.
One gentle flick of her maw upwards and a quick flick of her tail and her gait increased into a slow, even paced trot. Her hindquarters pushing her forwards as she swiftly moved through the water towards the open plains. The easiest entrance into her lands. No massive amount of trees - few streams to make a lot of noises. It was just so easy - and no one would want to be near Rama's lands. That fact scared her. So open to attack - to being taken over - anything could change with a clash of the right pair of hooves. She would fight. So, pausing, she stood there looking out as the wind blew in. There was a shift in the air recently which she could most definitely sense. It was ruining her usually calm demeanor. She was so on edge - so jittery - that even the lightest flick of leaves from the wind could cause her to jump and attempt to bolt away from it. She hadn't seen Taj in a bit and it was slightly worrying to her. Of course, her hawk still enjoyed the wonderful game of "Let's dive-bomb Rasta" to freak her out. "I hope you're happy. The second you get injured and die - and Taj has to live forever you will be keeping him in the hell he never wanted" her hawk thought to her and she simply shook her head. "I won't die... Rama won't get these lands... The foals won't grow up under his pain..." she whispered under her breath before sliding back towards the waters that were flowing throughout with such calm and simplicity it beckoned her.
With a light swish of her tail she felt the cold air blowing back in. Winter was coming. A time of death for those which couldn't produce the thick enough coats or find the food covered with the snow. Placing her front hooves in the stream she dropped her maw in before taking a sip of the liquid - calming her parched throat. Water would be difficult to come by on occassion, also, for those who weren't strong enough to break through the ice in order to get to the water and weren't smart enough to eat the snow. Foals would be fighting for survival if they lost their parents during these battles and suddenly Rasta's heart was wrenched, torn in two so easily it was almost as if she had been stabbed there. The pain, the desolation which would result from these battles. All because of a blood-thirsty stag with a power complex beyond the spectrum which it should be measured upon. He needed to be stopped and she needed to calm back down. Her body was trembling in anxiety - nostrils flared as her audits swirled around taking in every little noise. Meanwhile her hawk sat perched on a tree cleaning it's wings, proving that there wasn't a single threat around. "People are going to die..." she whispered, "And it'll be my fault if I don't stop him..." her voice broke and she shook her head. Then, she delicately hopped across the stream and farther into her territory looking for Taj, her hawk flying low in front of her and let out a few shrill calls. Taj could calm her down. She had no reason to be panicking as of yet... [/blockquote] ==into the mind .749 words .Yay!!!!!! So absolutely happyyyyyyy[/size] |
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Post by Snowflake Smoky on Apr 8, 2012 1:44:13 GMT -5
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It was a bright beautiful winter day in Taj's world. The air was crisp, he could hear birds calling to one another, and he was in his favorite place in the world. There was a certain hint to the air that promised a swift weather change as soon as the cloud cover could get its act together, but for the moment it was blissfully clear. The ground was solid with frost, but there was no snow yet. That would come with the next few weeks as the weather pushed itself to unnecessary harshness. Spring would be just behind that though, and the beautiful sunshine, the clear afternoons, the less chilly nights where he could gaze upon the stars and wonder what happens after. Not that he'd ever experience that now, now that he was guaranteed endless life. He hadn't wanted it of course, but for Rasta he'd do anything. Perhaps that was why he was just a tad anxious. Even for living in such close proximity to one another, they seemed to drift out of touch quite easily. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in her company, though he knew that it had been sometime before the season's change. It seemed a pretty poor time-frame for someone that you loved so. They worked with it though, and he could only hope to meet her out and about sooner or later. He could almost bet on sooner. If he was anxious it could be guaranteed that she was more so. She was probably on the hunt for him as it was, and with her marvelous hawk to guide her along, they'd find him without too much trouble.
All that aside, it really was a wondrous day. It would be a day for whistling, if he could do such a thing, and as it was he was taking pleasure in it by delighting in the local scenery. It was all familiar, the ever present rivers and streams, the long grass and the pebbled riverbanks. He adored it, really. He'd never lingered in one place so long as he had in this northern refuge, but then again he'd never been threatened like he was now. He wouldn't want to live in a land that Ramaskith had conquered, though it was becoming a clear possibility that the North might be with the coming spring.He'd hate to see the land under such bitter control, but he was not a fighting type. There were several able-bodied generals in the region. Why should he put out more effort than necessary in war planning where he wasn't wanted or needed? As the consort of the Alpha he had few duties besides keeping things in tidy order. With the exception of Oser, he saw himself as the most powerful male in this space. When he came to Oser he was no longer certain. Oser was an Alpha. Was Taj himself one now, with all that Rasta had sacrificed to make him what he was? Since it was Taj's home did he have more or less say than Oser? Why did it matter, really? Was he that bothered, jealous really, that another might attract so much of Rasta's attention, even given the situation? That was the only situation in which he could really see himself fighting in an attempt to rid this land of Ramaskith's threat. If he directly put Rasta in danger, Taj would do everything he possibly could to bring her back. That was simple fact. The part that scared him was how real the idea was. It sent a shudder down his spine to even think of it. He pushed the thought away from his mind, and continued on along one of the shallower river banks. There was little he could really do besides delight in the day. That was who he was, the being that Rasta loved.
Carefree, not a fighter, but a witty and flavorful young stallion that had got his eyes hung up on hers long before he ought to have. Somehow he had won and wooed her in the past year. He had every right to be proud with his accomplishments, but it was the wooing that concerned him more. Wonder marauded his mind, curiosity running rampant in the attempt to answer a single question. He was young to have a family, and yet he wanted one. A younger being would bring some responsibility to the forefront of his mind, and he couldn't imagine a more perfect scenario than this one. After so many ages you would've thought that Rasta would've been a mother already, and yet she wasn't. It was a first that they could meet together, a team and a pair in all things. Not that he really expected things to go his way. She was headstrong and proud, and had convinced him to give up his dreams to stay with her. It had been a long, hard fought verbal battle, and this had been part of the agreement. Family and friends, and he could be happy to stay with her forever. Panic began to infiltrate his mind again though, for what was to say that their family and friends couldn't die? He wouldn't enjoy watching them fade around him. Ah, he wouldn't tell Rasta, but was a way to slip from this immortal being possible? A horrid accident could account for much. How could he do that to her though? It was a terrible and wicked thing. Easily accomplished by a terrible and wicked being. Wake up Taj, before you end up just as bad as Ramaskith.
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[/color] [/center][/size] ==Into the Mind
. Word Count - 955 (gah so close to 1000!)
. Notes - Dear Prudence <3
. Muse - Decent. I'm liking a few of those last strains of thought.
. Tags - Rasta
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Post by Abba on Apr 8, 2012 19:51:41 GMT -5
Would't it be nice if we could wake up
in the morning when the day is new and after having
spent the day together, hold each other close the whole night through Rasta continued forwards her hawk letting out a sharp cry as it came across a few other equines and quickly turning away so as to loop around them. It wasn't Taj and Rasta desperately wanted Taj. Flicking her tail she allowed her thin pillars to stretch out and cover just as much land as was possible. Her mind was running over the possibilities of the war. She had seen so many die before her - but not the horrendous deaths which were sure to ensue upon her lands. She needed to know she wasn't completely alone. That was the only way to work through this. She didn't want her family, her close friends to die because of her - because of this land. Her glass orbs roaming around as if searching for something while she galloped farther out in an attempt to find him.
Alone. She wasn't alone. Please - don't make her be alone! She didn't think she could handle the horrid thoughts that were oh so willing to flood through her mind at the thought of fighting in this war alone! Being alone caused more pain then being around the fighters who had seemed to give up hope. Alone was what let her inner demon to emerge and attempt to strangle her from the inside out. Rama was going to be the cause of so much pain for everyone. But just the thought of having to live on alone - knowing she had caused Taj so much pain. It was horrible. It was so mean. It was the work of those evil spirits which seemed to hate her so much. What was she supposed to be doing about all of that? If she was alone because of Rama she would find a way to make him pay. She didn't care if she was weak. She didn't care if he was all powerful. She didn't care if he took her captive. If he killed Taj - if he made sure she would live her life alone and in pain - she would not rest until he was gone. It was that simple. Being alone was the worst punishment which one could ever think of receiving.
Her mind continued to ramble along these lines as her hooves pounded into the ground. One- and three, four. One- and three, four. It kept hitting the ground in such a rhythm which was so capable of being calming that her mind almost fell for it. Almost. Not quite though. Because the wind shifted again and the distinct silence was wearisome. Animals were usually out and about at this time. But yet one were really there. Thing were supposed to be alive - but things weren't alive. They had gone into hiding. And she was alone. Alone to her thoughts so that it could eat her from the insides out.
Of course, it didn't take long before her hawk attached it's talons to her mane and pulled back, causing her to jerk her head up and slam the brakes on. She had drowned out his calls as they had continued happening and then he stopped her. Good. Taj was a few feet away. Shaking out her body she nudged her hawk who fluttered down to the ground for a few seconds near him before hopping up and taking its position upon his back. Alone. No longer was she alone to her thoughts. Picking up her feet she gracefully navigated through the rocks before appearing but ten feet from him. She swished her tail, allowing her audits to prick forwards again her expression one of happiness but exhaustion wore away at her features. She looked a tad bit worse for the wear she was going through - probably because she was now having to carry not only herself but another life throughout all of her travels. She shouldn't be out doing this but yet she was. She knew she could never really stop doing this until the war was over. She had to make sure that everything was safe - that nothing had started to come in and take over without warning. She had to make sure that people who didn't want to fight weren't senselessly slain. That was her job. She was an Alpha - she was meant to take care of those who had searched out refuge here. Silently she let out a tired breath, her nostrils flared and the anxiety showing in her never stopping legs. The muscles twitching and causing her to prance in place.
Calm down. Calm down! This was so stupid. She was safe at the moment but she couldn't seem to calm down. She had Taj she should just calm down and quit worrying about the impending war. Why couldn't she just calm down? It was annoying just how messed up she was. "Taj," she whispered, before stepping up to him and gently nudging his shoulder, "How have you been?" she questioned, before tilting her head to the side. Everyone seemed to be a bit worried about the war and she could sense it looming over his head also. This worried her - he didn't need to be worried about it. She was the only one that really needed to be worried about it. So he should be happy, carefree, his normal self. But something was troubling him. And whatever it was she couldn't seem to place. "I wouldn't worry much, the war isn't here yet." she said in an attempt to comfort him a little bit before dropping her head and watching as the hawk lifted off of his back and then onto hers in oe swift movement.
Forget. Forget the war. Forget the pain. Forget Rama. Forget the helplessness. Forget being alone. Forget everything that has the right to cause all of this pain. Forget everything that dares to be near enough to hurt you. Just forget the bad. Forget the bad and remember the good. Remember the happiness. Remember the love. Remember the joy. Remember the times of piece... [/blockquote] ==into the mind .1001 words .Muse is still pretty high ;3 I love youuuu[/size] |
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