Why Should I Fall In Love? [Taj/Rasta]

[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=#000000][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,500px,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" In the watery lands of the North, it was normal to find a certain spotted stallion lingering between the rivers. He had an uncanny habit of being there at sunrise to watch the golden rays reflect off of the rushing white capped streams. Only one thing could deter him from this pattern, and that was the need of a certain lady who was on the scene this morning as well. He couldn't see her of course, but he knew that she was out there somewhere. He could reminisce of her just a bit, seeing the live version of what her silvery companion attempted to replicate. It still made him wonder what had made him agree, if not that he loved the time he spent with her. How had he been convinced, apart from her terror at being alone and her love for him? They could carry on forever now, an eternal dance, beautiful and everlasting. Once this war was over, they would be happy until the end of time. Or at least, that was how he could picture it with each pure sunrise. It was spring, and the air was getting warmer too, another sign that life was worth living. He picked up his feet from under himself, though it was nice and warm sitting on the dry bank with his legs tucked under him. He couldn't linger here all day, much as he might want to. Jeez, he actually had responsibilities now, now that Rasta wanted him to stick around. He had a position, a duty. It was kind of frightening to him actually, considering that he thought he'd be a wanderer forever. Nothing to tie him down, make him grow up. Now he had forever to keep maturing. Never ever had this been in the plans, what he'd read in the cards. It was wonderful in some ways, and just made him want to stick his head under a rock in others. He felt different in this morning sun however, as he started to wade into the river. The water was cold and shocked the senses, near freezing still from the snow melt. He didn't mind. His only concern this morning was with getting a little dose of reality, feeling the substantial things in life. His darling Rasta was still somewhere else, and until she returned, he could stand here with his eyes closed. It was the most relaxing thing he'd ever experienced. He didn't think he'd ever depart from this part of the land.It wasn't Rasta's favorite though, and her choice was the one that had to be respected. They could dwell as north as she pleased, as long as he got to have her. Even for the frivolous little flirt he'd been, he'd been taken with Rasta at first sight. He couldn't say what had drawn her to his charms, for she'd been with another at the time. Perhaps it was his manners, perhaps it was his care. He didn't really care what it was that had done it. It was just one of those moments where he knew that he'd won, and frankly it just felt good. He could celebrate, except he expected his company would be here soon. They spent most of their days together anymore, and while he didn't mind it, she had given her permission. He wanted to see what would happen with others, to know what sort they'd let in to their home. He wanted a family, more than anything. Not so much foals, that was rather abrupt, but people that he cared about around him. That was what family was, wasn't it? The hawk in the tree let out a clear call, making him wonder what it did with its days. It was a beautiful bird, a fine specimen if he ever saw one. Not the sort of creature he thought he'd ever really want a personal relationship with, but it was a reasonable enough thing to look at. It fit the rugged beauty of this Northern place, just about as much as he wished that he did. The water suited his personality, and the cold temperatures didn't bother him. He just didn't want to see it fall into Ramaskith's hands, or anyone else's for that matter. The land was in the proper hands with Rasta, and she could do the kind of job with it that no one else could. She just didn't see it, her compassion and courage. He could though, and he could tell her. That was what mattered. He could here footsteps though, despite her apparent stealth. "Morning love. You're around a bit early, aren't you?"

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==Behind the Scenes
. Word Count - 771
. Notes - -_- I posted this literally right after you poofed. Oh well, hope you enjoy. Now I can go finish my world history and go to bed. Also, you might enjoy the irony. I was listening to Abba while I wrote this.
. Muse - Mreh
. Tags - Rasta

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Header and Coding Copyright - Abba
Do Not Steal

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[Abba]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=#8d9091][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" What have I done? Wish I could run Away from this ship going under... The golden mare had been traveling for what seemed like days - edging around her lands searching for signs of life. Searching for worries about the war. Her hawk had been with Taj the past day and as she caught sight of him splashing around in the river - and then nothing but sky. Her silvery spectral being was now in the sky - taking flight to the world around her. It wasn't long before she was seeing an image of herself and the cawing sound of the hawk was once again in her ear. Striking up her hooves she broke into a gallop - relishing the new spring weather that set up in the North - climbing up from around a fifty degrees to a nice warm seventy. Her muscles rippled up under her coat before she the melodic sound of the wings beating and the song of the bird running through her head. She could feel the vibrations of her hooves striking the ground and then the trees shaking just enough for her to feel but not enough to be noticed by anyone else. Slowly - the world around her began to disappear as her mind began to sink back into the memories of Panic. His coat rubbing up against hers as they ran around the lands. The lands that at one time had been free for all. And then the war setting in. The way the lands had darkened - how people complained of the disaster that had been around it all. How those had been scared to leave their lands. It was a horrible time. Panic had hidden her away. She was not to get near the battle lines. But she hadn't wanted to leave him. She wanted to be sure that it would all be okay - that she would still have him in the future. So she had hidden away in the brush - her stealth evolving to what it is at the moment. But as she reminisced she couldn't help but to remember Panic - who had told her that she was the only one - pleasuring himself with another mare, a mare from the other side. She understood that horses were to live in herds, in fact they even had one for themselves, but he said she was the only one. And lying to her face. She didn't think she would be able to handle this much more. But days earlier she had miscarried - he didn't even know that. The fight over and time to take care of the injured victims Rasta brought up the courage to emerge from the shadows. She was weaker than before because of the miscarriage but she was not willing to let this go without some form of punishment. "Panic!" she screeched, the other warriors backing away and pinning their ears as they walked away - leaving Panic in an awkward position on top of the mare who seemed oblivious to the whole situation. Snarling Rasta kicked out - her adrenaline streaming through her body and causing it to be three times harder than it would have been with her fatigue. She nailed the mare in her side and almost toppled the two over. A few seconds later Panic dismounted looking highly amused with the situation. He knew Rasta was mainly all bark and no bite. A few moments later all ears were perked back towards the opposing forces side. A white horse was approaching - not that Rasta could see him. But Panic immediately called out "Rasta. Hide. It isn't safe," trusting his instinct more than her anger filled soul she receded into the treeline again before watching horror stricken as this white stag with only a couple black and red markings appeared and went after Panic. Not too much later (from the surprise and exhaustion) Panic was pinned to the ground and his skull was cracked. She fought the urge to cry out until this stag had left the scene. He was now the lead for Panic's place. She blamed herself for that day. Had she not been there he might not have died. There would have been warriors there to help him and make sure it didn't get to his death. But she had been there. And she had ruined it. Slipping back into the real world Rasta looked up towards her hawk which was laughing. He swooped down around her and curled in tightly to scare her. Taken a back she shuffled backwards a few strides before snorting and continuing towards where Taj had to be. Learn that no one actually cares enough to be your mate. You don't offer anything except power. the hawk called at her before crashing down into her face and causing her to shake her head. Was she really that pathetic? Yes. You are just that pathetic. My dear- you need to get a life. You will never find a faithful stag. I left so you didn't have to see Taj with another mare. Your poor little soul has been traumatized enough. I would just like to let you know that you aren't fit to even be an Alpha. Rasta felt hot tears begin to stream down her face. "BUT HE WOULDN'T. He wouldn't... he just wouldn't do that to me..." she cried shaking her head and pulling back out into a deeper sadness. One tiny cry and then she was bolting forwards again - the hawk still screaming at her. You rule too kindly. You don't have people to help you. Hell you don't even know how to fight. You are the easiest target to kill. the hawk swooped down and allowed itself to slide right through her body where the heart should be. If I had my talons you would begin to understand that fact. You are useless and stupid. You fall for people too easy. You can't give Taj anything that he wants but yet you've talked him into being immortal. He would be so much happier in the stars. Don't you see yourself. Don't you see the trouble which you cause? She shook her head "He loves me... Please. Stop doing this to me..." but inside she knew it would never stop. This hawk was the voice inside of her head. The voice that was supposed to keep her alive. Shaking the last bits of these feelings off - and disregarding her stealth for the moment she slipped into the clearing where Taj was now standing. The sun was slowly beginning to rise again and she was rarely ever there at these times. He - of course - had noticed this fact and took this moment to acknowledge it. "Morning love. You're around a bit early, aren't you?" She couldn't help but to laugh. "My lovely little companion decided that sleeping in was a crime and took it upon himself to wake me up." she explained before sliding up against his side and resting her head against the crook of his shoulder. Shaking out her coat once she allowed her maw to gently nuzzle his shoulder and then she fell still. "Having a good morning? I hear the sunrise is beautiful," she mused allowing her audits to flick forwards again and her tail to intermingle with his. Taking in a short breath she couldn't help but to attempt to push the thoughts out of her head. But - how had she even become Alpha? What good was she at this? And would she lose Taj too? She felt her body tremble in sadness and the one tear escaped before she pushed the rest away. She didn't know what she would do if she simply miscarried again. Taj wanted a family - and if she couldn't give that to him... She wasn't sure that she wanted to think about this. It was simply too horrifying of a though. He wouldn't do what Panic had done, right? He wouldn't be like that other stag and just kill to kill. He wasn't that way, right? Or was he? No. Taj wasn't. But she couldn't help but be reminded by her hawk no matter what it was that she did. Fighting her body she ended up trembling again. She needed to stop doing this - she would just end up worrying Taj. And Taj didn't need to worry. He needed to just be happy with his life at the moment. He needed to forget about the war and be happy with his life. Be happy with who he was. She needed him to be stable one. For at this exact moment she really wasn't. Everything seemed to be falling down around her. It was something that scared her more than anything - losing someone that she cared the most for. Darling. I'd just like to remind you that you get what you deserve. That you get what you need to receive. You give as you think you know and then you hurt yourself. You can die...

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==Into the Mind
. Word Count 1500
. Notes - Rasta ish having low self esteem, and what do we want to happen in this thread? Get Rasta preggo?
. Muse - Really high
. Tags - Taj

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Header and Coding Copyright - Abba
Do Not Steal

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