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Post by Abba on Dec 16, 2011 19:10:49 GMT -5
I can make tables like the one below --
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"speech"
thoughts
"other characters' speech"
Rasta had been traveling around for what felt like quite some time since they had both healed the other. But - still - she was deathly afraid she was going to lose him. She could take care of herself perfectly fine. So she had allowed her hawk to take off into the sky again. His wings fluttered in the sky - taking the wind even though it neither helped nor hindered the transparent animal. She enjoyed being able to send him off - being able to see exactly what was happening in other portions of her territory without having to actually be there. It was a wonderful thing, though it did disorient her for a little bit of time while she concentrated on the hawk and what he was seeing. He circled around, careful to stay in the sky. Letting out a tiny caw of a hello he fluttered into a tree, shaking out his wings for a moment before settling in and watching Taj. For the moment he was almost as a guardian angel for this stallion which Rasta had grown increasingly attached to. He didn't quite understand what was going on with her. She was strange. She was causing problems becoming attached to those she couldn't save. Making someone immortal like her was a terrible feat - a feat that caused pain in order to be the one to give it to the other person. It made that equine weak. It was something Rasta shouldn't even be considering, so as the hawk sat there he shook his head in dismay.
Rasta continued to move around, almost laughing at herself. Why was it that she was so attached to this Taj? Why had it been that she was always slightly drawn to him? She had thought she had loved Scath - but maybe he had been right. Maybe she was just dependent upon him because he had saved her so many times. After all, she had considered him rude and completely ill-mannered when he had first appeared in her life. In fact - no one she had been around enjoyed him. Why hadn't she been smart and let him wander off on his own? Why had she had to follow him? She has someone here who does care. Someone who panicked and listened - was a shoulder to cry on - after the disastrous fight with her almost lover. She shook her head. She must get off of this topic. Looking to her hawk who was currently dissing her she began to concentrate upon where Taj was.
The hawk shifted his weight and peered down upon the painted stallion. It was the first time she had actually seen his colour and it amazed her. A dun with splashes of white upon his muscled frame. The black mane and tail falling down gently upon his body. He realized that the hawk was there, but he didn't know that the hawk was watching - that Rasta was watching. No one knew that Rasta could do this. No one. Not even Scath. The hawk held back a laugh as Rasta began to giggle where she was - a relatively good distance from Taj and anyone else. But she stopped the minute she saw Taj speaking the words hitting her ears as they hit the hawk's. "I appreciate beyond belief these past few days. they've been like walking through a dream, though I can't say for certain where I'm going or where I've been. For the healing powers, I can't help but be thankful. I'd be on three stilts or dead if not for them, and certainly both of us would be worse for the wear. I don't know what to do though, and I could use some advice through your wise hand. I think I love her, and I don't know how to tell her. How am I even to know if she feels the same, or if this witty banter between us is just a way she gets enough amusement to fill her day? I'm completely lost, and completely yours to guide. I just don't know how I'm to reach the other end of this maze without a helping hand." the hawk ruffled his wings as the stag paused as if thinking things over and then finishing up his speech to someone completely unseen to the hawk and Rasta. "Just stay by my side, and don't abandon your faith in me no matter what I might do. Guide me with a soft hand back onto the path I'm meant to walk should I stay, and don't be loose with your gifts. I appreciate already what I've been given. Thank you," At that moment Taj lifted his head back up and Rasta froze a little. His eyes were a vibrant blue. She had taken pride that she never judged upon looks - but upon character. But he was more handsome than she could have assumed. The hawk let out a short call into the night, singing a little song from his perch before sweeping down and landing upon Taj's back even though he couldn't really feel anything. The hawk continued to sing the song - though softer than before. A beacon for Rasta to concentrate upon as she started her short trek towards Taj again.
Rasta bounced forwards - her strides snappy and high as she allowed her Arabian heritage to show through. Listening in her head to the song and feeling the vibrations as Taj moved around, lingering in the spot as the sun began to fall. She picked up her pace - afraid he might leave once the sun had finally set. And as she closed in she was as silent as she could be. Her hawk fluttering off of his back and into the sky again as she hid in the last bits of trees and shadows. "Oh beauty, beyond me belief. How you tempt me, with your fiery steel teeth. How I long to reach out and touch you! Yet I know how foolish it would be. I cannot touch the sun, nor can I capture the moon. Yet, I can dream. Forever, that will be the strongest part of me. the part that endlessly longs for you," She felt her heart flutter a little - her mind twisting the words around in to a meaning. He would try, he would fight for her. He would try and do anything for her. If he could go to the sun, if he could capture the moon for her he would. And if it wasn't possible he would dream that he could as long as he would live.
Her heart continued to flutter as she fought whether or not she should emerge from the shadows or not. He seemed to be having a conversation with himself - just not out loud, more like a fight with his conscience or the voices which everyone carried around in their heads. He seemed to be fighting something inside of him. Something she obviously couldn't figure out no matter how hard she tried. But the thing that caused her to move was when her hawk caught sight of the tear sliding down his cheek. Her heart ripped from her chest as she watched him in this pain - looking at the stars. The stars she didn't want to see, she preferred to imagine them. She didn't want to be disappointed by what they looked like. That, the sunrise, and the sunset were three things she would never allow the hawk to show her. She enjoyed believing in her images of them instead of what they actually were.
Shifting forward she allowed her hooves to click against a few of the rocks in warning before arriving at his side, nudging the tear away delicately. "My dear Taj, what is troubling you?" she whispered, allowing her side to just barely rub against his. Something beat inside of her letting her know that his feelings for her were mirrored in her and a tiny smile graced her lips for a few mere moments before immediately disappearing. He was crying over something and she didn't quite enjoy that idea. The hawk circled down again, landing on her back and calling out the song once more. "Please, I don't want you to be sad, pookie-bear. It is not right for someone as close to me to be sad. It causes me to be sad also - and I don't want either of us to have to be sad..." she whispered, nudging his shoulder gently before leaning in a little bit closer. "Describe the stars to me, if you don't wish to explain. I don't mind what you do, as long as I can feel that smile upon your face again..." she said, allowing the wind to take her tail and cause it to wrap around his legs just slightly as the night breeze blew in. Strangely, it wasn't chilling it was just calming. It didn't even seem that cold out here anymore. She could feel the chunks of ice as it slid down the stream in front of them and calmness of the world as most all animals slept. It was calm, and it felt safe. The world felt safe for once. She enjoyed feeling safe. She enjoyed not having to worry about the war that was impending upon them. She enjoyed just being able to spend this time with Taj.
Despseratley, she hoped that this wouldn't end. That the world could stay like this for quite some more time. It was so calming. But a tiny reminder from her hawk reminded her that the world could not stay like this. That the world always enjoyed putting her through hell. That nothing ever enjoyed going her way. The world seemed to have a vendetta against her and her happiness. It enjoyed forcing her to live in a world where people continually got close to her and then ripped her heart out. But it felt different with Taj. She didn't think that he would leave her like that. He might die on her. But she was going to try and make sure that didn't happen if he really did love her. She would go through the pain of making him immortal also so that she didn't lose him. She couldn't lose him. She wouldn't lose. That was her final verdict on the situation.
My darling, you dream too much. You hope for too much. Nothing can go quite that well... Her hawk reminded her and she fought back the urge to shake her head. It was true. But she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything. And she would fight for it.
There was no way Rasta was going to allow someone else whom she loved to slip out of her grasp...
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[/color] [/center][/size] ==Into the Mind
. Word Count 1800
. Notes - Rasta ish sad
. Muse - Really high
. Tags - Taj
[/color][/blockquote] Header and Coding Copyright - AbbaDo Not Steal [/td][/tr] [/table][/center][/blockquote] You would just have to provide the header image as I cannot download any fonts.
I can set up the table and the font codes etc.
Or I can do a quick drawing like the one above. That would require more money though as they do take me some time...
I'll be making more for my other characters as soon as I can get more headers for them.
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Post by aPPY on Dec 16, 2011 22:58:32 GMT -5
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Post by Abba on Dec 17, 2011 21:30:39 GMT -5
Ramaskith's table
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lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala" lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala"
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. Word Count 000
. Notes - lalalala
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Post by Abba on Dec 17, 2011 21:35:44 GMT -5
Karuk's Table
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lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala" lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala"
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[/color] [/center][/size] ==Author's Comments
. Word Count 000
. Notes - lalalala
. Muse - level
. Tags - name
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Post by Abba on Dec 17, 2011 21:40:41 GMT -5
Keanu's Table
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lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala" lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala"
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. Word Count 000
. Notes - lalalala
. Muse - level
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Post by Abba on Dec 19, 2011 22:51:33 GMT -5
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thoughts
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Rasta had been traveling around for what felt like quite some time since they had both healed the other. But - still - she was deathly afraid she was going to lose him. She could take care of herself perfectly fine. So she had allowed her hawk to take off into the sky again. His wings fluttered in the sky - taking the wind even though it neither helped nor hindered the transparent animal. She enjoyed being able to send him off - being able to see exactly what was happening in other portions of her territory without having to actually be there. It was a wonderful thing, though it did disorient her for a little bit of time while she concentrated on the hawk and what he was seeing. He circled around, careful to stay in the sky. Letting out a tiny caw of a hello he fluttered into a tree, shaking out his wings for a moment before settling in and watching Taj. For the moment he was almost as a guardian angel for this stallion which Rasta had grown increasingly attached to. He didn't quite understand what was going on with her. She was strange. She was causing problems becoming attached to those she couldn't save. Making someone immortal like her was a terrible feat - a feat that caused pain in order to be the one to give it to the other person. It made that equine weak. It was something Rasta shouldn't even be considering, so as the hawk sat there he shook his head in dismay.
Rasta continued to move around, almost laughing at herself. Why was it that she was so attached to this Taj? Why had it been that she was always slightly drawn to him? She had thought she had loved Scath - but maybe he had been right. Maybe she was just dependent upon him because he had saved her so many times. After all, she had considered him rude and completely ill-mannered when he had first appeared in her life. In fact - no one she had been around enjoyed him. Why hadn't she been smart and let him wander off on his own? Why had she had to follow him? She has someone here who does care. Someone who panicked and listened - was a shoulder to cry on - after the disastrous fight with her almost lover. She shook her head. She must get off of this topic. Looking to her hawk who was currently dissing her she began to concentrate upon where Taj was.
The hawk shifted his weight and peered down upon the painted stallion. It was the first time she had actually seen his colour and it amazed her. A dun with splashes of white upon his muscled frame. The black mane and tail falling down gently upon his body. He realized that the hawk was there, but he didn't know that the hawk was watching - that Rasta was watching. No one knew that Rasta could do this. No one. Not even Scath. The hawk held back a laugh as Rasta began to giggle where she was - a relatively good distance from Taj and anyone else. But she stopped the minute she saw Taj speaking the words hitting her ears as they hit the hawk's. "I appreciate beyond belief these past few days. they've been like walking through a dream, though I can't say for certain where I'm going or where I've been. For the healing powers, I can't help but be thankful. I'd be on three stilts or dead if not for them, and certainly both of us would be worse for the wear. I don't know what to do though, and I could use some advice through your wise hand. I think I love her, and I don't know how to tell her. How am I even to know if she feels the same, or if this witty banter between us is just a way she gets enough amusement to fill her day? I'm completely lost, and completely yours to guide. I just don't know how I'm to reach the other end of this maze without a helping hand." the hawk ruffled his wings as the stag paused as if thinking things over and then finishing up his speech to someone completely unseen to the hawk and Rasta. "Just stay by my side, and don't abandon your faith in me no matter what I might do. Guide me with a soft hand back onto the path I'm meant to walk should I stay, and don't be loose with your gifts. I appreciate already what I've been given. Thank you," At that moment Taj lifted his head back up and Rasta froze a little. His eyes were a vibrant blue. She had taken pride that she never judged upon looks - but upon character. But he was more handsome than she could have assumed. The hawk let out a short call into the night, singing a little song from his perch before sweeping down and landing upon Taj's back even though he couldn't really feel anything. The hawk continued to sing the song - though softer than before. A beacon for Rasta to concentrate upon as she started her short trek towards Taj again.
Rasta bounced forwards - her strides snappy and high as she allowed her Arabian heritage to show through. Listening in her head to the song and feeling the vibrations as Taj moved around, lingering in the spot as the sun began to fall. She picked up her pace - afraid he might leave once the sun had finally set. And as she closed in she was as silent as she could be. Her hawk fluttering off of his back and into the sky again as she hid in the last bits of trees and shadows. "Oh beauty, beyond me belief. How you tempt me, with your fiery steel teeth. How I long to reach out and touch you! Yet I know how foolish it would be. I cannot touch the sun, nor can I capture the moon. Yet, I can dream. Forever, that will be the strongest part of me. the part that endlessly longs for you," She felt her heart flutter a little - her mind twisting the words around in to a meaning. He would try, he would fight for her. He would try and do anything for her. If he could go to the sun, if he could capture the moon for her he would. And if it wasn't possible he would dream that he could as long as he would live.
Her heart continued to flutter as she fought whether or not she should emerge from the shadows or not. He seemed to be having a conversation with himself - just not out loud, more like a fight with his conscience or the voices which everyone carried around in their heads. He seemed to be fighting something inside of him. Something she obviously couldn't figure out no matter how hard she tried. But the thing that caused her to move was when her hawk caught sight of the tear sliding down his cheek. Her heart ripped from her chest as she watched him in this pain - looking at the stars. The stars she didn't want to see, she preferred to imagine them. She didn't want to be disappointed by what they looked like. That, the sunrise, and the sunset were three things she would never allow the hawk to show her. She enjoyed believing in her images of them instead of what they actually were.
Shifting forward she allowed her hooves to click against a few of the rocks in warning before arriving at his side, nudging the tear away delicately. "My dear Taj, what is troubling you?" she whispered, allowing her side to just barely rub against his. Something beat inside of her letting her know that his feelings for her were mirrored in her and a tiny smile graced her lips for a few mere moments before immediately disappearing. He was crying over something and she didn't quite enjoy that idea. The hawk circled down again, landing on her back and calling out the song once more. "Please, I don't want you to be sad, pookie-bear. It is not right for someone as close to me to be sad. It causes me to be sad also - and I don't want either of us to have to be sad..." she whispered, nudging his shoulder gently before leaning in a little bit closer. "Describe the stars to me, if you don't wish to explain. I don't mind what you do, as long as I can feel that smile upon your face again..." she said, allowing the wind to take her tail and cause it to wrap around his legs just slightly as the night breeze blew in. Strangely, it wasn't chilling it was just calming. It didn't even seem that cold out here anymore. She could feel the chunks of ice as it slid down the stream in front of them and calmness of the world as most all animals slept. It was calm, and it felt safe. The world felt safe for once. She enjoyed feeling safe. She enjoyed not having to worry about the war that was impending upon them. She enjoyed just being able to spend this time with Taj.
Despseratley, she hoped that this wouldn't end. That the world could stay like this for quite some more time. It was so calming. But a tiny reminder from her hawk reminded her that the world could not stay like this. That the world always enjoyed putting her through hell. That nothing ever enjoyed going her way. The world seemed to have a vendetta against her and her happiness. It enjoyed forcing her to live in a world where people continually got close to her and then ripped her heart out. But it felt different with Taj. She didn't think that he would leave her like that. He might die on her. But she was going to try and make sure that didn't happen if he really did love her. She would go through the pain of making him immortal also so that she didn't lose him. She couldn't lose him. She wouldn't lose. That was her final verdict on the situation.
My darling, you dream too much. You hope for too much. Nothing can go quite that well... Her hawk reminded her and she fought back the urge to shake her head. It was true. But she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything. And she would fight for it.
There was no way Rasta was going to allow someone else whom she loved to slip out of her grasp...
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[/color] [/center][/size] ==Into the Mind
. Word Count 1800
. Notes - Rasta ish sad
. Muse - Really high
. Tags - Taj
[/color][/blockquote] Header and Coding Copyright - AbbaDo Not Steal [/td][/tr] [/table][/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Abba on Dec 20, 2011 19:09:28 GMT -5
Taj's Table + Banner
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"speech"
thoughts
"other characters' speech"
Rasta had been traveling around for what felt like quite some time since they had both healed the other. But - still - she was deathly afraid she was going to lose him. She could take care of herself perfectly fine. So she had allowed her hawk to take off into the sky again. His wings fluttered in the sky - taking the wind even though it neither helped nor hindered the transparent animal. She enjoyed being able to send him off - being able to see exactly what was happening in other portions of her territory without having to actually be there. It was a wonderful thing, though it did disorient her for a little bit of time while she concentrated on the hawk and what he was seeing. He circled around, careful to stay in the sky. Letting out a tiny caw of a hello he fluttered into a tree, shaking out his wings for a moment before settling in and watching Taj. For the moment he was almost as a guardian angel for this stallion which Rasta had grown increasingly attached to. He didn't quite understand what was going on with her. She was strange. She was causing problems becoming attached to those she couldn't save. Making someone immortal like her was a terrible feat - a feat that caused pain in order to be the one to give it to the other person. It made that equine weak. It was something Rasta shouldn't even be considering, so as the hawk sat there he shook his head in dismay.
Rasta continued to move around, almost laughing at herself. Why was it that she was so attached to this Taj? Why had it been that she was always slightly drawn to him? She had thought she had loved Scath - but maybe he had been right. Maybe she was just dependent upon him because he had saved her so many times. After all, she had considered him rude and completely ill-mannered when he had first appeared in her life. In fact - no one she had been around enjoyed him. Why hadn't she been smart and let him wander off on his own? Why had she had to follow him? She has someone here who does care. Someone who panicked and listened - was a shoulder to cry on - after the disastrous fight with her almost lover. She shook her head. She must get off of this topic. Looking to her hawk who was currently dissing her she began to concentrate upon where Taj was.
The hawk shifted his weight and peered down upon the painted stallion. It was the first time she had actually seen his colour and it amazed her. A dun with splashes of white upon his muscled frame. The black mane and tail falling down gently upon his body. He realized that the hawk was there, but he didn't know that the hawk was watching - that Rasta was watching. No one knew that Rasta could do this. No one. Not even Scath. The hawk held back a laugh as Rasta began to giggle where she was - a relatively good distance from Taj and anyone else. But she stopped the minute she saw Taj speaking the words hitting her ears as they hit the hawk's. "I appreciate beyond belief these past few days. they've been like walking through a dream, though I can't say for certain where I'm going or where I've been. For the healing powers, I can't help but be thankful. I'd be on three stilts or dead if not for them, and certainly both of us would be worse for the wear. I don't know what to do though, and I could use some advice through your wise hand. I think I love her, and I don't know how to tell her. How am I even to know if she feels the same, or if this witty banter between us is just a way she gets enough amusement to fill her day? I'm completely lost, and completely yours to guide. I just don't know how I'm to reach the other end of this maze without a helping hand." the hawk ruffled his wings as the stag paused as if thinking things over and then finishing up his speech to someone completely unseen to the hawk and Rasta. "Just stay by my side, and don't abandon your faith in me no matter what I might do. Guide me with a soft hand back onto the path I'm meant to walk should I stay, and don't be loose with your gifts. I appreciate already what I've been given. Thank you," At that moment Taj lifted his head back up and Rasta froze a little. His eyes were a vibrant blue. She had taken pride that she never judged upon looks - but upon character. But he was more handsome than she could have assumed. The hawk let out a short call into the night, singing a little song from his perch before sweeping down and landing upon Taj's back even though he couldn't really feel anything. The hawk continued to sing the song - though softer than before. A beacon for Rasta to concentrate upon as she started her short trek towards Taj again.
Rasta bounced forwards - her strides snappy and high as she allowed her Arabian heritage to show through. Listening in her head to the song and feeling the vibrations as Taj moved around, lingering in the spot as the sun began to fall. She picked up her pace - afraid he might leave once the sun had finally set. And as she closed in she was as silent as she could be. Her hawk fluttering off of his back and into the sky again as she hid in the last bits of trees and shadows. "Oh beauty, beyond me belief. How you tempt me, with your fiery steel teeth. How I long to reach out and touch you! Yet I know how foolish it would be. I cannot touch the sun, nor can I capture the moon. Yet, I can dream. Forever, that will be the strongest part of me. the part that endlessly longs for you," She felt her heart flutter a little - her mind twisting the words around in to a meaning. He would try, he would fight for her. He would try and do anything for her. If he could go to the sun, if he could capture the moon for her he would. And if it wasn't possible he would dream that he could as long as he would live.
Her heart continued to flutter as she fought whether or not she should emerge from the shadows or not. He seemed to be having a conversation with himself - just not out loud, more like a fight with his conscience or the voices which everyone carried around in their heads. He seemed to be fighting something inside of him. Something she obviously couldn't figure out no matter how hard she tried. But the thing that caused her to move was when her hawk caught sight of the tear sliding down his cheek. Her heart ripped from her chest as she watched him in this pain - looking at the stars. The stars she didn't want to see, she preferred to imagine them. She didn't want to be disappointed by what they looked like. That, the sunrise, and the sunset were three things she would never allow the hawk to show her. She enjoyed believing in her images of them instead of what they actually were.
Shifting forward she allowed her hooves to click against a few of the rocks in warning before arriving at his side, nudging the tear away delicately. "My dear Taj, what is troubling you?" she whispered, allowing her side to just barely rub against his. Something beat inside of her letting her know that his feelings for her were mirrored in her and a tiny smile graced her lips for a few mere moments before immediately disappearing. He was crying over something and she didn't quite enjoy that idea. The hawk circled down again, landing on her back and calling out the song once more. "Please, I don't want you to be sad, pookie-bear. It is not right for someone as close to me to be sad. It causes me to be sad also - and I don't want either of us to have to be sad..." she whispered, nudging his shoulder gently before leaning in a little bit closer. "Describe the stars to me, if you don't wish to explain. I don't mind what you do, as long as I can feel that smile upon your face again..." she said, allowing the wind to take her tail and cause it to wrap around his legs just slightly as the night breeze blew in. Strangely, it wasn't chilling it was just calming. It didn't even seem that cold out here anymore. She could feel the chunks of ice as it slid down the stream in front of them and calmness of the world as most all animals slept. It was calm, and it felt safe. The world felt safe for once. She enjoyed feeling safe. She enjoyed not having to worry about the war that was impending upon them. She enjoyed just being able to spend this time with Taj.
Despseratley, she hoped that this wouldn't end. That the world could stay like this for quite some more time. It was so calming. But a tiny reminder from her hawk reminded her that the world could not stay like this. That the world always enjoyed putting her through hell. That nothing ever enjoyed going her way. The world seemed to have a vendetta against her and her happiness. It enjoyed forcing her to live in a world where people continually got close to her and then ripped her heart out. But it felt different with Taj. She didn't think that he would leave her like that. He might die on her. But she was going to try and make sure that didn't happen if he really did love her. She would go through the pain of making him immortal also so that she didn't lose him. She couldn't lose him. She wouldn't lose. That was her final verdict on the situation.
My darling, you dream too much. You hope for too much. Nothing can go quite that well... Her hawk reminded her and she fought back the urge to shake her head. It was true. But she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything. And she would fight for it.
There was no way Rasta was going to allow someone else whom she loved to slip out of her grasp...
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. Word Count 1800
. Notes - Rasta ish sad
. Muse - Really high
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Post by aPPY on Mar 13, 2012 15:29:45 GMT -5
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Post by Abba on Apr 7, 2012 17:10:43 GMT -5
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lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala" lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala "lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala"
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. Word Count 000
. Notes - lalalala
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[color=654635]lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala [color=2b2e1f][b]"lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala"[/b][/color] lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala [color=5c6272][i]lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala[/i][/color] lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala [color=000000][i]"lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala"[/i][/color] [/blockquote]
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