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Post by Illu on May 9, 2009 3:36:36 GMT
Brael caught sight of Missy Blue’s little show out of the corner of her eye and gave an unimpressed snort. Oh come on, who was she trying to impress with that one? Well, Mr. Red, apparently, because in the next second he took a step forwards and Brael had to resist the urge to give him a sharp nip somewhere sore. Oi! No fair! What the hell was the filly trying to accomplish? Brael was sharply reminded why she liked stallions so much more than other mares. Stallions didn’t try and show you up.
“The Bogong,” she replied, a hint of sourness creeping into her voice as she watched the roan out of a corner of her eye and tried to think of a way to sabotage her. In the next move Brael moved her nose up to start nibbling behind Kalti’s ear at a sweet spot she knew Nevada had. “Don’t mind her,” Brael whispered conspiratorially. “It’s not you she’s interested in, she’s just trying to prove a point against me. Left her last stallion high and dry you know, because she got bored of him,” Brael continued quietly, lying unflinchingly despite the hypocrisy oozing from her words. “I’d hate to see the same thing happen to you. I know you’re a big boy, but, be careful with her type, alright?” |
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Post by Ehetere on May 9, 2009 4:01:59 GMT
Eerawai watched as Kalti seemed to stop paying much attention to Brael and turn to her instead, stepping in her direction and even quietly nickering to her softly. But just then she caught sight of her reflection in the water and suddenly felt very shy indeed. Why was she prancing and showing off to some colt? And then she saw Brael’s expression of outrage and knew exactly why. There was something about the moonfilly; something in her personality that had at first seemed just stupid, but now seemed like something more malicious. Eerawai didn’t like it. Brael was trying to take advantage of this colt, she was sure, and there was no way that any mare, even a mean spirited one like Brael, could not have a stallion. And that stallion would have to be very strong to keep her. Eerawai wasn’t stupid; quite the opposite in fact, and since Brael had mentioned the Bogong, there was no doubt in her mind that that was where the moonfilly’s stallion resided.
Kalti looked already tired and sore, but many young colts had fights, only this one looked as though it had been far more serious than simple playing, but not serious to be a fully grown stallion. In his current state, another fight could prove fatal, and Eerawai could simply not allow it! It was not fair for any mare, regardless of whether they were a moonfilly or not, to use another for their own means. Eerawai felt very strongly about things like this and decided to do something about it.
She looked straight at Kalti and Brael; who was whispering into Kalti’s ear what Eerawai suspected were not exactly nice things, and then nickered. Her voice had always been more unusual than other horses, sounding almost like a trill, and very high pitched. In her experience it drew colts, stallions, mares and sillies alike to her, and no perhaps a helpless red dun. She then danced away, her feet light on the newly grown snowgrass in the direction of the trees. She stopped at the edge, waiting to see if Kalti or Brael or both would follow her. A breath of wind passed her and into it she whispered;
…Mirage…
...The Blue Mirage… |
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Post by KAREE on May 9, 2009 6:04:01 GMT
Kalti watched Brael followed him. He waited patiently, swishing his light against his flank. By now Kalti was getting a little irritated by the mare, why would such a pretty moonfilly want to be with him? He wasn't anything special. The silver stallion, Jirrand, had proved that. Even when he tried to act like something special, it seemed to blow up in his face. he watched her features more carefully, watching it change with a few different emotions, first irritation, suspician and perhaps an idea...Kalti watched her expectantly, a hopeful gleam in his eye that was perhaps an invitation to let him in on the secret. Then she spoke her beautiful voice into his ears and he sighed, there was not so much as a hint; nothing that helped him find out as to why this mare had take so much interest in him.
He listened to her words carefully though, trying to find some waver in tone, or hesitation. "The Bogong," He frowned, "Didn't you just say you came from there? Could you please explain to me why you need my help? Am I suppose to show you where to go or what?" His boyish tone was irritated, he was getting annoyed. Why where mares so confusing? As if to add to his confusion, Brael started to tell him about things he didn't really have the patience to listen too. He rolled his eyes, moody mares. "I can look after myself." He snapped quietly. Then he cringed inwardly as he remembered the night before, what must he look like to them? A poor helpless colt that had been beaten up with no real fight? He watched the mare from out of the corner of his eye, watching the way the light caught at her golden strands...it was then that he was aware of a faint nibbling behind his ear. He flung his head away, the sick feeling in his stomach worsening. He glared quietly at Brael for a moment, what the hell was he getting himself into?
And then, as though heaven had opened up infront of him, a beautiful, musical note...he held his breath, it was like the piper singing his tunes to the helpless rats, drawing him in closer. His eyes snapped open and over to where the blue roan now danced away into the trees. Kalti had no idea what Brael would think if he just darted off into the forest, but at that particular moment, he didn't care. He answered the fillies call, with something that sounded less powerful and more masculine. It was the call of a stallion. Beaming inside himself, he trotted after the filly, taking not a second glance back at Brael. It was odd, the power the moonfilly that had held over him was nothing compared to the beautiful strong voice of the mysterious filly. "Wait!" He screeched, panic rising in the back of his throat. He swallowed it down, but his heart galloped away from him. He escaped Brael's grasp to find himself in the arms of this filly. She wasn't as beautiful as Brael, not as spectacular, but she held some magical essence within her. He would not - could not let her go.
OOC|| Apparently Kalti likes roans xD
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Post by Illu on May 9, 2009 10:58:41 GMT
Warning: Apparently only swearing can communicate Brael’s ~RAGE~! Sorry?
What.
The.
Hell.
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Bitch, please.
Mr. Red did not just walk away from her.
For a second Brael didn’t actually know how to respond. One moment Mr. Red was there, the next, she felt him start slipping away and before she could even get her head around it, he was gone. Off following that stupid blue COW.
What the flipping FUCK?
Her expression slowly twisted from gobsmacked to a barely suppressed rage. In a remarkable display of self restraint, Brael swallowed the urge to hurl abuse and chase the colt down herself. Very rarely did she have to deal to deal with any sort of affronts to her ego – Nevada and the other mares had learned never to cross her directly – so something of this nature she had no idea how to deal with. Her face softened into something impassive, but it didn’t spread her eyes, which glittered darkly in a stark, somewhat disturbing contrast to the rest of her beauty.
This little affront wouldn’t go unpunished. Absolutely not. Brael’s sense of self worth couldn’t handle any blemishes; especially not from a pathetic little cad so far beneath her status it was laughable. Perhaps he DID know who she was. Perhaps he knew her stallion. Perhaps he realised she was so impossibly out of league he didn’t want to risk himself by even attempting. The thought softened the impact a bit, but she couldn’t be sure. No, something would have to be done.
With a flick of her silken white tail, Brael turned and made off in the direction she had come. Anger was tight in her chest as she pressed back into the saltbush and out of sight, leaving the two idiots to their playtime.
Ohhh, Mr. Red was going to regret picking Missy Blue. Yes indeed. |
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Post by Tiggs on May 9, 2009 11:42:45 GMT
Nevada felt on top of the world, literally. The view from the top of this ridge gave him a panoramic view of the High Country. Or parts of it. Huffing, he regretted the fact he did not have the time to enjoy it. He may as well have a herd of a hundred when Brael was involved. He spent most of his time chasing after her, keeping her happy, and all because she was a moon filly. She could lead him a merry chase across the High Country and he’d follow because she was too valuable to let go. That was exactly what he was doing now, chasing her across the High Country. Luckily Brael left a trail a mile wide wherever she went so it was not exactly difficult to track her.
He was pushing his way through some saltbush, coming down off the ridge when it opened into a wide solid-rock precipices. Nevada shook his head. How did Brael get herself into these crazy places? He moved over to the rock’s edge, peering over the bounder to the creek below. From here he could see how wide the creek was, and he hoped his most infuriating mare had not tried to cross it. At that moment, he spotted her, and sighed in relief as he saw a familiar black-brown mare with near-white mane and tail. She looked quite round from this angle – he supposed foals would do that to a mare – but he decided quite firmly never to mention that to her. She was spinning on her heel, her normal flounce tinged with anger. Who was she angry with now?
He looked and spotted a red colt and a dark filly. He stomped a hoof and turned, his trot taking on an irritated briskness as he made his way down the track, branches digging into his barrel-chest as he pushed through the spaces barely wide enough for a kangaroo. When he’d nearly reached the bottom of the track, he came face-to-face with Brael as she enveloped herself in the saltbush. He heaved a sigh of relief and nuzzled her face. “There you are my most beautiful mare!” Nevada had long since learned how to keep Brael happy, and lavish compliments generally softened up whatever mood had caused her to wander off. “Let’s get back to the Bogong where there’s none of this bush to hide your glorious coat.” He was glad at least that at least that it had been a colt and not another stallion that had found her. He sniffed over her face and neck, what he could reach constricted by this all but impenetrable scrub. She had another’s scent lingering on her, and his lip curled. What had that colt been up to?
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Post by Illu on May 9, 2009 13:18:44 GMT
Oh Holy Mother of Good Timing.
Brael hadn’t even needed to wander long before she heard someone else coming. Her momentary seize-up of panic was short lived when she caught sight of the impossibly white hide of a large stallion that could really only be Nevada. Ahah, her big lug of a man had managed to find her. Even better, he’d been worried about her enough to go dump the other silly mares temporarily and look for her. Awesome. She actually managed to feel better.
As he approached Brael quickly pinned her ears back in false fright then put on a look of enormous relief when she pretended to spot him. “Nevada!” she half shrieked, and practically leapt the distance between them. She waited long enough to lap up the attention he was providing and she now needed so desperately before starting on a speech that had only just started floating through her head.
“Oh Nevada, thank God you’re here! I just got away from a frightful red colt that was chasing me up the creek before he got distracted by some roan! My God he was mean,” Brael cried with a shudder that wasn’t too over-dramatic for emphasis, her voice tight and laced with a practiced hint of panic. “He said he was going to come back for me! He’s only young now, but he looks like he could be a BIG problem later because even though he’s a little beat up he was still strong enough to come after me! Please deal with him so I can feel safer tonight that he won’t come back! I’m sure Tingara’s mares never have to fear for their safety!” she whined, then pressed against Nevada in a mock need for safety that was as close to the horse equivalent of a hug was one could get. |
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Post by Ehetere on May 9, 2009 21:03:13 GMT
Eerawai glanced behind her and saw the red dun finally make his decision… and follow her! She sighed with relief until she saw Brael’s face. Never before had she ever seen such pure, calculating outrage. The terrible stallion that she had been with had been insane, she was sure, his sanity had slipped, but this moonfilly knew exactly what she was doing. And that made her dangerous. She heard the colt call out desperately behind her, and only slowed up slightly, and threw a taunting glance over her shoulder before threading effortlessly between the trucks of trees; seeming far les substantial than when she had been in the clearing.
Eerawai looked back again, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up for an unknown reason. There was the colt, still on her heels, but further back she heard Brael’s excited squeal. This could not be good. Anxiously, Eerawai began to canter, hoping that Kalti could keep up over the rough ground. Her ears were strained to hear what was happening back at the clearing, but all she could hear were mumbled voices. She could easily pick out Brael’s rather high pitched one, but there was another, much deeper and harder to detect that sounded occasionally; and the only conclusion that Eerawai could come to was that Brael’s stallion had come to find her.
She stopped dead in her tracks and waited for the red dun to catch up. Holding out her nose to him, she asked, “How silently can you travel across the ground?” If only he could get to some rocky slope or unknown valley so that his trail would be covered. The Brolga’s country would be good for that. There was a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach; a sense of foreboding that she could not shake, and was sure if Kalti stayed that Brael’s stallion would kill him. He was already sore and tired from his other fight; and an older, more experienced stallion could easily beat up a colt any day. Eerawai could just not bear to see him hurt because of that moonfilly’s temper. She had a very caring, concerned nature when she was actually being serious, and hated to see horses getting physically abused, since it reminded her of her time spent with that awful stallion. |
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Post by KAREE on May 10, 2009 5:11:52 GMT
Kalti trembled with excitement as he dashed after the blue roan. He had snuck a quick glance over his shoulder to Brael before he was enveloped in the thickness of trees. He shuddered quietly to himself, the look on her face answered all his inner questions and fears. Obviously he had been right to go for the blue roan. He knew he'd never liked the moonfilly from the start. She had been to...upfront and...totally glorious..he sighed, if he had hands he would have slapped himself silly. Brael had known about her rare beauty, and had used him to her own extent, but when he had followed they mysterious filly, Kalti knew that there was so much more behind her pretty face, jealousy, even from the start, when he'd eyed of the mysterious filly - something held come to call her - she'd literally get into his face, and tried to distract him. Jealousy seemed to be the answer behind the mares crude looks.
He suddenly realised that he could no longer see the mysterious filly, panicing, he sped up, his nostrils flaring in attempt to catch her sweet scent. He followed that until he came around a thick bend of trees - snow gums no doubt. When he turned around them, he noticed that she had stopped dead in her tracks. He skidded up next to her, reading the expression on her beautiful face - oh he'd certainly been right about this one. He tensed, straining his ears back to try and listen to what suddenly had the filly worried. He concerntraited for what seemed like ages, before he heard the distant hum of voices, two different ones, though one sounded familar. Then he gasped, suddenly knowing what it was. Brael. What was she up to now? He glanced wearily at the blue roan, she was looking at him, speaking quickerly, but quietly. He frowned, how quiet could he go? "Well I've never had to be quiet in my life, but I'm sure if I follow your footsteps that I'd be able to be quiet." He answered solemnly. Immediately understanding who Brael could possibly be screeching too. There was no way he'd win a fight in the state he was in. He bit his lip. Worry filling his dark brown orbs. A soft breeze blew past them, but he barely noticed, he didn't even seem notice how close he'd gotten to the filly or understand the warmth radiating off of her.
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Post by Tiggs on May 10, 2009 9:44:39 GMT
Nevada’s suspicion gave way to worry and then anger as Brael continued. He didn’t think he had ever seen Brael scared before, it swiftly woke the instinct to protect her from whatever had frightened her. At the mention of the colt, anger flared. What did a colt think he could achieve chasing after his mare? Brael was not the easiest mare to woo, which probably explained why the colt resorted to threatening her. Unless he was naturally cruel, in which case Nevada would be glad to teach him a lesson.
He didn’t need much persuading to go after the colt, but Brael’s mention of Tingara had him roaring a challenge to the colt. Fury was written over his features as he turned to Brael. “Stay here, I’ll make sure he won’t bother any mare again.” He pushed through the saltbush, trampling it down as he craved his own path out of it. Once he was on empty ground, he warned the colt again with a scream and set off at a gallop, slowing only to pick up his scent.
As the trail led him into the trees – the filly’s overlaid with the colts – he was forced to slow to a trot as he moved between the trees. Tracking on scent alone, he was unlikely to catch the colt soon if ever, so he continued to call challenges and threats, crashing through the bush and making as much noise as possible in an attempt to spook the colt so he could more easily track him.
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Post by Illu on May 10, 2009 14:47:15 GMT
Again, sorry to ya’ll that Brael’s such a cow. ^^; Won’t be posting again until I have something more to say than *Brael watches*.
Hee. Perfect. That was just what she wanted to hear.
Brael played the victimised role down to a T until Nevada stormed off all heroic and angry-like to defend her. She knew she’d done right all those years ago in picking him. Perhaps she might have cackled with glee, but that would kind of damage the ruse she was going for, so instead the mare allowed herself to smirk in a self-satisfied manner before turning around to follow discreetly from a distance.
It wasn’t hard to stay quiet in Nevada’s trumpeting wake, and even Brael’s absurdly limited skills at stealth were enough. All she did was follow quietly until she found a good place to watch from, and it was there she waited. |
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