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Post by Ehetere on May 11, 2009 8:07:55 GMT
“Follow me closely; try not to snap any twigs or anything like that,” whispered Eerawai, fear creeping into her voice ever so slightly. And then a ringing challenge sounded from back at the little clearing, and she jumped in both fear and surprise. It was a stallion’s call. “Come!” It was a command, not a request, and just for a moment, Eerawai was a much older, wiser mare who knew all of the secrets of the high country. This colt’s life may be in her hands, and he would escape from this marauding stallion if she had anything to say about it!
She cantered as silently as possible, threading through the trees with what seemed like to her borrowed grace and elegance. She could hear Kalti following on her heels, far louder than she, but then farther back still came the drumming sound of galloping hooves. A brief feeling of panic passed over her, and she began to canter a little faster, glancing over her shoulder as she did so. Through the mingling trunks a white shape could barely be seen as flashes of brightness in the dull brown. Eerawai was now becoming extremely worried and swung out of the trees and towards the creek, barely stopping at it’s edge before making a prodigious leap to the first stepping stone she knew was just below the surface. The rock was a little slippery, but she held her balance.
“Come on; cross the river and we can then lose him!” she called to Kalti, leaping the easier distance to the next platform, “Then there is a secret little valley that cuts into the land like a scar you can hide in. I will lead you to it and point you in the direction of the wallaby track down the side of it, but then I will go and try and lead the stallion in the wrong direction if he manages to cross the creek.” |
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Post by yaruka on May 12, 2009 0:18:46 GMT
Dinjerra was blundering through the brush as usual, taking no care to keep silent or leave no tracks. For he was not born wild, and thus unconcerned with being cautious. Remarkably, his creamy mane and tail remained relatively untangled, still long and flowing, much to the stallion's satisfaction. His glossy bay coat still shone, though it was a bit dirty from his last roll. The no humans thing definatley had its drawbacks. Still, he was enjoying meeting the pretty mares of the brush, even though he hadn't managed to win one of them yet. The silver bay stallion was still smarting over his defeat with that grey stallion, Nevada, yet as he wandered towards the scent of the other horses he had been following, he didn't even notice that Nevada's scent infact mingled with that of the other new horses. Completely unconcerned, he shouldered through some thick growth, muscular build bending the flora as though it wasn't even there. All of a sudden he caught sight of a beautiful filly ahead, her back turned to him. And Oh hot damn she was prettttttttttttttty. Dinjerra cleared his throat to get her attention, then whickered deeply, tossing his silky mane for effect. He then pranced elegantly on the spot, well aware of his handsome build and shiny colt. Stepping high, he approached her slowly, nose extended to greet her, nostrils trembling in anticipation of her soft touch....
OOC: XD sorry I couldn't resist. I love Dinjerra.... it would be just like him to run right smack into the stallion that just kicked his butt, and then totally try and flirt with Brael. As for the "Oh hot damn..." I heard that on the radio, and thought that was exactly something Dinjerra would think...what a lug lol.
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Post by KAREE on May 12, 2009 8:35:22 GMT
Kalti's body trembled. It was a scared, exhilerated tremble though. The sound of a chase was a somewhat thrilling and horrifying at the same time. He stepped closer to the filly. Listening for her cure of this feeling. He nodded when she did speak, her voice soft and crisp in his ears. Then she was off, jumping when a stallions roar filled the silence. He didn't need to be told twice to get going, he quickerly rushed forward, forgetting for a moment that he'd have to be more careful, his hooves brushed noisely against some leaves. Kalti cursed quietly to himself, keeping an eye on the ground and an eye on the filly, he cantered after her, his shoulder occasioanlly brushing against her flanks.
His head whipped around for a quick moment when the bush seemed alive and very, very loud. He saw some white flash trashing through the leaves and trees, tearing away anything he could find. The sight of the other stallion made Kalti speed up. Gulping with fear. What had Brael told him that made him this furious? It must have been bad. He shivered automatically at the thought, swinging around a bend of trees just as the filly did.
He suddenly felt very exposed, his sides quivered and sweat lathered across his sides. He nearly ran into the filly when she bounced onto a submerged ledging. “Come on; cross the river and we can then lose him!” He quickerly bounded into the icy water, only pausing to look at the filly when she finished, “Then there is a secret little valley that cuts into the land like a scar you can hide in. I will lead you to it and point you in the direction of the wallaby track down the side of it, but then I will go and try and lead the stallion in the wrong direction if he manages to cross the creek.” He shook his head, but quickerly crossed the flowing river. He would argue with her when he had a chance. Now that he was so close to her, he really didn't want to let her go, not to that other stallion. What if he decided he liked her? What if Kalti never saw the mysterious filly that had saved his hide? Kalti held back a quiet wail, no he could not bare that. He didn't even know her name, so if he lost her, how would he find her again?
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Post by Tiggs on May 12, 2009 9:59:06 GMT
The furious grey stampeded through the rest of the trees, grateful when the whipping branches ceased and he was on clear ground. It took a moment for him to get his bearings, and by the time he spotted the colt, he and the roan filly were on the opposite side of the swollen creek. Nevada snorted and tossed his head angrily, approaching the water and evaluating its deepness.
It seemed the colt had chosen a wider part of the creek to cross, and after wading in, Nevada found he could just about wade. He was unaware of the stepping stones, so he was half way across the stream when his ears caught a sound. Brael? He glanced after the colt, but he had disappeared. The filly was lingering, but Brael’s shrill shriek of surprise forced him to turn back.
He almost lost his balance in the turgid river, but he was able to forge his way out. He called to the filly across the river, assuring her he would come back to her – he did not want to leave her in the control of the cruel colt. He didn’t even take the time to shake out his sodden coat before he was pinpointing the direction of Brael’s noise and running toward it. The colt could wait until another day.
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Post by Illu on May 13, 2009 4:34:28 GMT
Brael fidgeted, listening to the sounds of the other horses warily from her chosen hiding place. She could barely see them now, but it sounded like the two fools had attempted to cross a river. Pfft? A river? Her hubby Nevada was too stupendously awesome to get held back by some puny river!
So caught up was she with the sounds on the battle, she barely noticed the Sun Stallion snaking his way over. The soft wicker startled her out of her concentration, and she was about to tell whoever-it-was to go screw before she caught sight of who – or rather what – it was. She stared, slack jawed. All she could do at first was stare. Her hooves were rooted to the soil, her entire body frozen. It wasn’t admiration. Or awe. It was horror.
Brael had grown up with the Moon Fillies, with the Sun Stallions their protectors. It was almost a blip on the edge of her memory now, but the fact remained that she had fled from them, and ever since then she had been hiding from the stallions of the sun to avoid being brought back. And here was one. Standing there. Right now. Jesus CHRIST, how had they found her?
With a scream of genuine panic this time Brael took off running across the flat straight to where she’d last heard Nevada. Heart thundering in her chest from fear and breathing hard already from the sudden exertion, she stretched her legs as far as they could go, as fast as she could go. She was going to waste herself out in a second if she kept going the way she was, but the overriding thought pushing through the cloud of dread in the back of her mind that was spurring her onwards was just ‘Find Nevada. Don’t get brought back.’ |
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Post by Ehetere on May 14, 2009 11:46:03 GMT
It was then that the great grey stallion came charging at them. “Go,” whispered Eerawai to Kalti, urging him to go and hide himself in the trees. The stallion had not seen them cross, thankfully, and did not seem to know about the stepping stones. Eerawai know that he would find it extremely difficult trying to get through the fast flowing current at their side of the river without the aid of those submerged platforms, but it seemed that she was never going to find out whether the stallion could fight the current or not. But then a high, desperate call caught both Eerawai’s and the stallions, and Eerawai knew that it was undoubtedly Brael’s. Wrestling with what seemed indecision, the white brute finally turned back the way he had come; clearly to go and ‘rescue’ his mare. Eerawai had serious doubts whether Brael was actually in trouble or not; since she had made it plain that she was a lying scheming character who would manipulate others for her own purposes. Eerawai did not know exactly why; but already she disliked the dishonest mare; there was something in their two personalities that clashed and they simply did not get along. Maybe that was what had possessed her to try and make this colt follow her. Either way, she emitted a sigh of relief when the stallion galloped back into the trees.
She slipped through the branches and found Kalti waiting for her. She let out a sort of half whicker to him and shook her mane playfully; spraying him with water. “Thankfully all of that is over, at least for the minute. I think it is best that I accompany you away from here; we cannot leave any tracks for that stallion to find, because the look on his face tells me that he will be back,” whispered Eerawai, taking control of the situation; the need to protect this colt still strong. Perhaps she felt a kindred spirit, since she too had been hunted by an angry stallion. “Once we are well hidden, then we can truly relax.” Eerawai trotted a little ways along, and then glanced back, “Aren’t you coming?” She looked forward to teaching this colt the ways of the bush; it would be enormous fun and she liked taking care of others, she now realized. “I’m am Eerawai; I was named thus for I can be insubstantial and vanish… like a mirage.” |
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Post by yaruka on May 14, 2009 19:46:31 GMT
Wait...WHAT???!! The mare had run? Dinjerra just stared after her, stupefied. What, did he smell different out here or something? Shaking his head in disbelief, he set off after her, disgruntled. As he followed at a respectful distance behind the pretty mare, the overpowering scent of another stallion beseiged his nostrils. No biggy, he could take him. Then he saw the grey talking to the a little blue roan filly and stopped with a low groan. Of course, the beauiful mare *would* belong to him. In no hurry to repeat the fight of a couple weeks ago, Dinjerra turned tail before the grey could properly notice him, hurrying off into the bush with an urgency quite unlike his regular demeanour.
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Post by KAREE on May 16, 2009 6:59:43 GMT
Kalti hesitaited at the fringe of trees. He'd heard what the grey stallion had said, and definately felt that the mysterious filly shouldn't go with him. It was probably more that fact that Kalti wanted her for himself right now. The longing to belong to a small band of brumbies was strong, and this filly could be his start. As soon as the thought came, Kalti shook it fiercely out of his head, this filly probably wasn't looking for company and how could he have thought of her like that? After all she'd saved his butt, he owed her alot just now. "Go," Her soft whisper made his heart wrench, he didn't want to leave her, but he turned and bolted into the fringe of trees, going in a few metres before stopping to wait for her. Hopefully she wouldn't go with the grey.
He felt himself pacing, though it wasn't followed with the outside movements of his legs, just his brain. He didn't need this mare to know that he was worried about her. That would just confuse things between the both of them. Then her scent filled his nostrils, he sighed heavily, relaxing visibily. “Thankfully all of that is over, at least for the minute. I think it is best that I accompany you away from here; we cannot leave any tracks for that stallion to find, because the look on his face tells me that he will be back,” He just nodded, feeling so greatful that the blue roan had chosen to come back to him, and apart from the fact that he didn't trust his voice at the moment. Would there ever be a chance to straighten things out with the enraged grey? Would he even listen to Kalti if he explained himself clearly? “Once we are well hidden, then we can truly relax.” He looked after her, hopeful. One day soon, when his wounds have all but healed and he was back to one hundred percent, perhaps he'd look after her. Then she started trotting off, Kalti shook the pathetic look off of his features and smiled, “Aren’t you coming?” "Of course." He followed her as quietly as he could, trying to place his hooves where he predicted hers had been. “I’m am Eerawai; I was named thus for I can be insubstantial and vanish… like a mirage.” Eerawai. Finally her name! He finally knew her!! "Ahh, the mystery filly reveals herself finally!" He beamed, but kept his voice low as to not attract attention. He laughed quietly, feeling the stress of this mornings run float away. "I am sure you know my name, but just incase." He glanced over her back to see if he could find her face, when he could not, he bounced up along her side, now trusting his feet to carry him silently by themselves, "I am Kalti, for the spear." He spoke when he could see her face.
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Post by Tiggs on May 17, 2009 18:39:14 GMT
Luckily Brael was easy to locate, and Nevada propped to a halt upon seeing her distinct colouring. He half-reared, dropping to all fours alert and tense. He saw nothing chasing her, and assumed either she was shying at ghosts or whatever it had been had thought better than trying to follow her for some reason or another. Nevada huffed and nuzzled her shoulder reassuringly. “Do not worry, my darling. I will not let anything happen to you.”
He nudged her, turning her back toward home. “Come, let’s go. You can tell me what scared you on the way.” He cast one last glance over his shoulder, regretting not being able to return and retrieve that roan. Brael needed more attention than he could muster, and he would rather see her home safe if there was someone lurking about. He nuzzled behind her ear, huffing into her flaxen mane. Brael was precious, despite her personality flaws. He could not let anything happen to her. With a final authoritative nudge, he got her underway and directed her onto the path back to the Bogong.
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