Tarkan's return

[spareme]

.x. It had been a strange time of death and destruction, like nothing I had ever seen before. Animals where dieing off like mere flies, left and right. The humans could not keep up with the death, and still did their best to heal those still living. I had found in this time, a new respect for them. The humans here where clearly not the ignorant beings who had raised me thus far. These creatures, though clearly lesser in intelligent, where caring non-the-less. I had gotten to stay in my stall during treatment, though the illness had cast my eyes useless for the time being, and my other senses lessened to the point where my life existed in a dark silent cave of self being. I knew only my thoughts, and the touch of another. Emptiness threatened to creep in, and I battled it out with my subconscious. This, was a time of self thought.

.xx. During this time, I learned that I rather liked being kind to others, that I missed the sound of their voices, and the tease in a young mare when she finds fit to play games with a stallion’s heart. I rather missed the smell of a battle as well, and hoped that there would be one in my future, just one last hurrah before I left this earth. I also realized that I needed to speak my mind more often, no not the harsh words I used so often to protect myself, but the honest ones I felt inside. This period of self reflection would hopefully become good for me.

.xxx. By the end of the month, I no longer strained at the rope that tied me in my stall, I no longer kicked or lashed out at the humans. I simply stood in my dark cave of being, and thought. I enjoyed the sudden touch of people, even if it where fallowed by the quick sting of a needle. Sad to say I was actually quite disappointed as the sounds of the world slowly seeped into my conscious once more. As my eyes cleared up and my vision returned, I wondered if I would simply return to my old ways, or walk out of this a changed horse.

.xxxx. I do not know if I am alone, though I see, hear, or smell no others. All I know is that if any return to me, I will welcome them, and see them in a new light. My Rogue, she will not believe my change, but I must show her. I must make her see there is more to life than the hate of a life lived before this one. I must make her see that I love her because she is beautiful, despite what her queen did to her. This… this living, was a second chance at life, and that, in my eyes, meant the first life was now over, and meant to be forgotten. I must make her see that.

.xxxxx. My weight shifted in my stall as I waited for the rope to be removed from my halter so that I once more could be free. I raised my head to see out the door, to know if someone was coming. My once glorious black and white coat now made even more spectacular by the streaks of blue that ripped through my mane, tail and feathering. I could not see it, did not knew that any more change had accrued, other than that which I felt on the inside.


Mask: Tarkan
Words: idk.. A lot for not even having him do anything yet lol
Notes: Any may join

[zipangu]

A large dark mare arose in a small and cramped stall as clean and unruly scent hit her soft and sensitive nares. Her bodice painted here and there now with streaks of red, blue and silver in her mane, tail and long silky feathers but her hide remained the same and dark black that she was born with. Her sharp orbs hid a promising young lass beneath them and as she pawed angerly at the viciously cramped enclosure. The terrible branding on her flank was now a golden colour and no longer the sore red spot of an open wound. She scanned the stables for any others and to her dismay it looked as if there was no one really around that was actually alive or worth talking to.

Being new to this place she usually hid herself well within the shadows so that the fleshies would not stare and point at her. She looked down while in this small area and noticed her dark black hooves were now a deep dark blue of a bottomless ocean. Snorting rather tiredly and sadly she flicked her lustrous tail against her glossy hide.

Turing her nostrils to the scents of the stables she could smell the other species around her in this odd place. Coming from England and being here was something different and she knew it as well. The other species were not of equine decent and some did not even have legs of ears and some not even a hint of fur. Others had claws to tear the flesh and teeth that could strip off anything. These creatures were weird and alien to her and she was a little curious if not afraid at the same time about them.


Deciding that she had had enough of this small and dank stable she came to a conclusion that she wanted to take a walk to stretch out her tired limbs. She paced along the doorway to her stable box and saw the beaconing paddock as far away from the box she resided in as possibly. The fence that she could partially see consisted of hardwood planks and some wire that ran along the back side of the paddock to keep her and the others from escaping their custody. It looked exactly the same as before she had a snooze and before she awoke in this small little box. The back mare cast out a long, lonesome and angered cry throughout the stables as she paced on the spot to be let out.

One thing that she liked about her last home was that she had all the room to move and stay fit and sometimes the fleshies helped her to stay slim. Here though it was a whole other story. She would have to make up her own workout schedule for the time being unless these fleshies wanted to take her out to competitions and work her out more. She highly doubted that for she did not truly trust them from her past experiences. She had yet to meet a kind soul in fleshy form or equine.

[spareme]

.x. Things change over time, the way one thinks, how one acts, and even the sound of one’s voice. However, true love knows no boundaries, not even change can ever truly dampen it. I knew this even more as the shrill and lonely cry of a familiar hit my ears. My head rested on the side of my stall as I looked out over it. I had not seen her pass, as she reached the door before getting to my stall. The sound of her made my skin grow tight with excitement. I had thought her dead. And thus my cry in return to hers was filled with hope, and longing.

.xx. My talons once more dug into the wood of the door to my stall, this time causing it to open. I flew out of the square of wood that had held me there against my will. My large frame glided through the air with all the grace of an Arab as I ran to her. The pounding of my hooves matched that of my heart and I called to her once more. “Rouge! I thought you dead and gone, oh please tell me it is really you?” My rich Russian accent couldn’t hide the pure joy I felt as I cantered towards her.

.xxx. I neared her and slowed to a lopping trot, my strides long, though not incredibly fast. I circled her once, to look her over, making sure the two leggeds had not harmed her. My nose neared her face as I sniffed at her mane, now brilliantly colored with tints my eyes could not exactly comprehend. My breath felt warm on her cool skin and I stopped, looking her deep in the eyes, my face lit up like a yearling in love.

.xxxx. “Tell me they bid you no harm, for it would break my heart to hear otherwise. I have yet to find the yearling who calls herself our lead, though I had not yet left my stall, for fear there was nothing to return to. You have no idea how much it means to me that I get to see you, for a while, I feared I would never, see, again.” My words called to her as I stared deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of emotion, as she usually hid it there, thinking me blind to her soul.


Mask: Tarkan
Words: 419
Notes: eh

[zipangu]

Once Rogue freed herself from the stuffy confines of the cramped and unruly quarters in which she had been lock into for quite some time. Her legs ached to be stretched out and put though the paces as she boldly ran on stiff legs out of the stuffy and sanitary confines. She did not know how long she was in there for and she did not know what the hell just happened. She went for a little snooze under the trees in th field and the next thing she knew she was stuffed into the smallest confines ever.

Suddenly as she blew past the last few stalls she did not care to look in them to see if there was anyone else confined like she was. Her one and only thought was to make her own schedule and to work out since her form had gotten skinnier from lack of food and exercise at the same time. Her black, blue, red and silver mane bristled in the breeze that her bodice made and her tail and feathers streamed out behind her as if to make her fly.

As she finally reached the wide outdoors a shill voice caught her ears. The unmistakable accent of the other that she had attacked when she had first gotten there. She tried to recall his name and then it came to her. She spoke his name under her breath with a sigh, " Tarken. Good that he is still around." Her optics that were a dark and unforgiving black abyss were now a rich amber and showed more feeling in them then ever before.

As the scent of Tarken caught her nares and his bodice pranced into view she gave him a quick glance then did a double take when she noticed that he was coloured in some spots a bluish tint. Sh did not know that she herself had changed and all she would ever have to do would be to turn her large head around and look at herself. Her once vicious brand that looked fairly fresh stood out a brilliant gold in her black pelt.

Upon seeing Tarken's reaction she kept a mellow face as if she were not the slightest bit interested in him but now with her amber coloured optics it was a dead giveaway that she was ogling him from head to toe. She heard what he was saying as he circled her and then as he stopped to smell her she gave a small stamp of her massive hoof. She then replied coolly, " I know I smell and that is not polite to openly express a certain action to say so even more. Now kindly retract your muzzle before you lose it Tarken."

She slashed at her golden flank with her multi-highlighted tassel as if to make a point and then listened a little more as he spoke of death and the other young filly who was not fit for a life of leadership. Then he came on about her and she did somewhat of a double take in her amber optics. She had never heard another stud say that he feared that she was dead with so much feeling and to prance around like a lovestruck yearling brought a certain mistiness to her optics as they started to get a little more damp with tears that she was holding at bay.

She looked away and immediately her long colourful forelock covered her amber optics as she spoke with only a hint of a hitch in her smooth English vocals, " You were concerned for my wellbeing? Why Tarken I must say that I am generally surprised to hear that. As for hat yearling I have yet to see, smell or hear of her not that I really car too much about her. So tell me what the hell happened after I had a small snooze and what the hell is with the colour change?"

Her head rose up and the tears and small emotion that was there was now sucked deeper into her soul as she did not want another to know that she was partially vulnerable. Her amber optics flicked over his body as she assessed him from head to hoof and the changes that he endured. She was curious as to why the humans would dye a horses mane a blue and she then just shook out the thought. The she strode onward and started to work out a little more. To get the stiffness and her body back in shape. She also hoped that she could find some good food as well to gain back what she had lost dramatically.

[spareme]

.x. Her eyes said it all, and I felt myself melt. First and foremost, I saw the way she eyed me, like I was a sugar cube, something she could just bring into her beautiful mouth and dissolve away like nothing. I shivered at the thought. Her words struck a smile onto my face, loving the feist that she tried so hard to hold onto. “You do smell my sveet Rouge, and its something I’ve been missing for months, I just vanted to take it all in in case you ever leave me again. I’m sorry…” I called to her, my voice dripping in Russian masculine. I retracted my muzzle from her mane and stared at her with glazed over eyes. The scent of her was intoxicating.

.xx. Her next words made me want to cry for her, the shock in her voice more than I could take. “Rouge I feared I’d never get to tell you, that ve’d both die vithout you ever knowing the truth. Rouge… No matter how you’ve been treated or vhats been said to you, you are an amazing beast, a goddess in my eyes. You don’t know me very vell and I doubt you’ll ever really trust me and, know that that hurts more than any mishandling I have ever endured, but… I love you Rouge, and I can only vish that you give me the chance to make you love me as vell. There wasn’t a moment that past by in my sickness that I did not think of you. You are my vorld, and I know it dosnt make sense to you but I promise if you let me, I’ll show you how important you are.” I turned to her, having not heard her words, or even noticed that she had moved from my side.

.xxx. I panicked for a second, fearing it had been a cruel dream and that I was alone. Seeing her, my panic stricken expression calmed and I instantly made my way to her. My muzzle reached for her, slowly as I assumed my actions would be greeted with a kick or sharp bite. I didn’t fear the pain of it, it was the rejection that would kill me for sure. I couldn’t handle the hateful look that would surely taint her eye, and so I looked at my feet, standing there, dumbfounded like a scorned yearling, even before she replied.


Mask: Tarkan
Words: 411
Notes: -sniffles-

[zipangu]

As she held her promising gait at a fast pace Rogue allowed herself to bask in her freedom. Her multicolored mane splayed out behind her neck and her tail swayed to and fro in her rhythmical gait. She then allowed herself to have a small grin of happiness as she broke into a much faster pace than before to work out all the other kinks here and there. She had a lot of work to do to get her body back in shape like it was before. Now she was a little on the skinny side and her coat was a little dusty from her being locked into the stables for a long period of time.

As she enjoyed this freedom that her muscles and her leg so craved she heard on the breeze Tarkan's vocals. He had spoken of her scene and of missing it so much and that he never wanted to be without her again. This made her rhythmical pace falter slightly and then she shook it off and continued on. Then as Tarkan spoke once more her ears swiveled around to catch every phrase that slipped out of his maw.

He now started to speak about her. Her pace slowed down a few gaits as she listened to Tarkan speak and upon hearing his words of praise about her and how she looked to him in so many ways. This brought a whole other flood of unwanted emotions to her facial features and this time her optics finally gave way to one single tear. It slid slightly down her cheek and disappeared down underneath her jawline. What was only left of that single tear was a long rivulet in her fur where it had slid down.

Then she kept her back turned to Tarkan and spoke softly hiding with ever ounce of her strength the hitch that threatened to show in her vocals, " It feels so strange really to hear another speak like that to me and in so many words. I have had yet to come across a decent stud in all my life and to think that it took all that time to finally see, that there was one here all the time just staring me in the face."

Her vocals ceased and she then looked out over the field. The humans were no longer around and there was just the two of them there in the paddock now with no prying eyes. Then as she stood still she felt the breath of Tarkan and also feel the slight ticklish hairs on his maw as he stretched out to her. Upon feeling the touch of him she jumped slightly and was about to lash out with her teeth and her hooves but she was in no danger here and sure it felt odd but it was not at all a bad odd feeling.

Then she spoke slightly in her English acceneted vocals, " Tarkan if you really mean what you say and you are not jerking me around like all the others in my past I am willing to give you a try. I want to make things work for you have shown me nothing but kindness in all the times I was here and I still lashed out at you. I think I owe you a chance to say in the least." Rogue then backed up and allowed Tarkan to touch her with his soft caress. She then felt a little weird doing this but she returned the gesture by thrusting her muzzle into Tarkan's nape and inhaled deeply as she allowed more tears to run freely from her once hard gaze.

OOC: So I just finished my own picture of Rogue. What do you think of her? Her pic is not that great but it has been a while since I last made a picture. ^_^