Post by Snowflake Smoky on Dec 16, 2011 23:30:28 GMT -5
There was blackness, sweet beautiful blackness. It filled Taj's head with an unbelievable bliss, though he couldn't help panicking just a bit. Hadn't he been involved in something that desired his attention? Hadn't he just learned some fantastic news, something involving a stalker and fan club and several other things that he couldn't really place? Someone had been hurting, someone he cared about. So where was he? It was very very dark, and he couldn't recall moving. So was he simply stuck inside his own head? That didn't really seem right, he'd never been the insane type for voices. Then again, he could have just been dreaming and he'd wake up to the real world any minute now to find that his company was missing. Rasta, that's who it was. Sweet, beautiful, pained Rasta. It would've been a very ill dream to have, considering how it would be tampering with the feelings he had about her. His brain torturing him just wasn't fair. No luck winding his way out of his own mind though, and no luck figuring out why he was captured within the boundaries of his own mind anyway. Hadn't he just been healed to perfection? He could remember that too, because he'd been mauled by wolves. Rasta had preformed some sort of magic that he didn't really think he was possible of anyway. To be honest, he was a little shy of magic. It was a pretty concept when applied in an imaginary world, but he wasn't exactly sure he was comfortable with it in his real world. It made him want to go stick his head under something and sing show tunes until it went away. It had been helpful, and he still felt near elated after the experience. It didn't change that if he himself ever gained something like Rasta's hawk he'd probably feel the urge to enter serious metal therapy for some long period of time before rejoining the not-so-normal world that he lived in.
He was starting to feel something though, a sort of numbness at the end of what he expected were his limbs. There was a voice too, one he recognized as Rasta's, and crying. She was upset, seriously upset. He hoped it wasn't Scath, though what he could make out sounded like she was upset about losing yet another person. Wait, was she talking about him? He wasn't going anywhere, he was just experiencing a serious lapse in bodily function that felt like it had left him on the floor. Oh heavens, had he really fainted? That wasn't embarrassing at all. He still didn't feel like he could open his eyes though. It seemed almost as if there were weights on them, lead keeping the edges of them pinned up against one another. "I'm not going anywhere, ever. How many times do I have to repeat that? What just happened though?" His voice sounded a little shaky even to him, but he scrambled back to his feet in the dark of his mind. He didn't move, he could hope to know where he was going, but he stuck his snout out in search of Rasta. When he found her neck, he followed it down to her back. It was warm, though something felt soggy. It would be where the wolf bit her, worsening the injury of her back. That was how she'd be lost to him in the end. Her former mate would rise up from the other side to reclaim her, but this time he'd just bring his head down on her back and send her off into the void.
Taj wouldn't be the only one affected by that. It would cause havoc in the north, as other equines scrabbled for control. No one could stand to lose Rasta, especially not with the disarray that was facing the world. Before he knew it, he was crying. There weren't very many tears, but the sorrow he felt seemed to pierce his very soul. How would he cope without her, as flippant and well, very young, as he could be? He breathed out, one long deep sigh. He barely even noticed the faint taste of peppermint and rosemary that accompanied the little woosh. Clear thought would have told him that he hadn't eaten either in months, not since the freezing rains and flurries of snow had first started falling. The landscape of skin his nose rested on was changing though, rippling with feeling, and his eyes finally opened with the strange sensation. There, the gold hair that greeted him looked perfect and whole. A matched set they were indeed. "Rasta. I think we ought to thank whatever lies above. And then go arrange for me to visit someone with an education in brain function."
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He was starting to feel something though, a sort of numbness at the end of what he expected were his limbs. There was a voice too, one he recognized as Rasta's, and crying. She was upset, seriously upset. He hoped it wasn't Scath, though what he could make out sounded like she was upset about losing yet another person. Wait, was she talking about him? He wasn't going anywhere, he was just experiencing a serious lapse in bodily function that felt like it had left him on the floor. Oh heavens, had he really fainted? That wasn't embarrassing at all. He still didn't feel like he could open his eyes though. It seemed almost as if there were weights on them, lead keeping the edges of them pinned up against one another. "I'm not going anywhere, ever. How many times do I have to repeat that? What just happened though?" His voice sounded a little shaky even to him, but he scrambled back to his feet in the dark of his mind. He didn't move, he could hope to know where he was going, but he stuck his snout out in search of Rasta. When he found her neck, he followed it down to her back. It was warm, though something felt soggy. It would be where the wolf bit her, worsening the injury of her back. That was how she'd be lost to him in the end. Her former mate would rise up from the other side to reclaim her, but this time he'd just bring his head down on her back and send her off into the void.
Taj wouldn't be the only one affected by that. It would cause havoc in the north, as other equines scrabbled for control. No one could stand to lose Rasta, especially not with the disarray that was facing the world. Before he knew it, he was crying. There weren't very many tears, but the sorrow he felt seemed to pierce his very soul. How would he cope without her, as flippant and well, very young, as he could be? He breathed out, one long deep sigh. He barely even noticed the faint taste of peppermint and rosemary that accompanied the little woosh. Clear thought would have told him that he hadn't eaten either in months, not since the freezing rains and flurries of snow had first started falling. The landscape of skin his nose rested on was changing though, rippling with feeling, and his eyes finally opened with the strange sensation. There, the gold hair that greeted him looked perfect and whole. A matched set they were indeed. "Rasta. I think we ought to thank whatever lies above. And then go arrange for me to visit someone with an education in brain function."
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