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Post by KAREE on May 13, 2009 6:53:37 GMT
The sun peaked out of the clouds, casting a long highlights over the land, shadows forming in odd elongated shapes. Flinting through a couple of snow gums, a golden colt emerged from the invisible tree line. He hesitated, ears flickering around nervously, then took a step forward. The sun hit him, making his golden coat shine an odd metallic colour. He swept gracefully down the slope, feeling a little more confident at his find.
Adoni was only young, about a year old and for the first couple of months of his life he'd been domestic, or heading into the domestic life of a tame horse. It had been a mircale that he'd even escaped. The memories of man was so strong and embedded in him that Adoni knew that if man ever came to try and look for him, that he would not go down without a fight. A bit like that mysterious horse the gang gangs and other bush creatures told stories about..what was his name? Thowra. Yes. Adoni would become like Thowra, he decided. Anyway, Adoni's colouring was similar? Wasn't it? It held that same creamy colour, only it was slightly richer and metallic. His mane and tail were so beautiful, like the foam of a waterfall. Ok. So he wasn't exactly like the silver brumby, but he had similarities.
Smug, and a bit over confident at the thought, Adoni cantered gracefully down the slope. His short mane and tail waving ever so slightly under the light.
OOC|| Open for anyone.
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Post by Tiggs on May 14, 2009 17:32:57 GMT
Uuna had been wondering when she’d see her first brumby since taking her freedom back. Only yesterday she’d been under the saddle, carrying man with his hateful whips and spurs through the High Country, his cold bit between her teeth and reins tugging at her mouth. She had thrown that horrid man with his sharp spurs and raced into the wilds of the High Country, stirrups flapping at her flanks the whole way.
The reins had snapped first, and when she had the presence of mind to slow, she managed to rub the bridle from her heads against a tree. The saddle had been harder to get off. Rolling had loosened it a little, and she finally managed to slip out of it earlier this morning when her chest did not bloat so widely on a full stomach.
She had to admit, a yearling colt was not the most welcome of horses, but it was company nonetheless. She lifted her noble head and nickered softly, drawing attention to her presence. He was young and cocky, traits only one of which she could tolerate, but she had been through an experience the loathed to admit caused her trauma. Despite her calm outwardly nature, she still expected man to be on her tail.
The mare was a bright blood bay, fairly average aside from the length of her coal black mane and tail. He face was broad and convexly curved. Her back was short and her legs were almost stocky in appearance. The look was foreign, but she was a brumby at heart. She had been born wild, and her spirit remained so even after her four years of captivity. Uuna called again to the colt, inviting him over. She found herself almost excited to meet him, as if the High Country was infectious with its joy.
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Post by KAREE on May 15, 2009 6:33:54 GMT
Adoni continued down the slope, his mind flickering back to those last few moments of captivity, when the men where trying to get a halter on him. The treatment was horrifying. They'd been rough and whenever he'd pull back or kick at them, they'd come at him with hands and whips beating him down. "We'll get that gruff out of this young one." One of the older, more grumpy men said. Adoni pulled and pulled, only to be whacked and slapped.
His thoughts trailed back to where he was when someone called to him. Instantly he stopped, ears pricked and head drawn to the sound. His eyes flickered over a blood bay mare. He examined her for a moment, being cautious at first, then bounced happily over to her when she invited him. His steps where light and springy, he simply bounced gracefully over to her. It had been obvious from birth that Adoni would be beautiful, and graceful. His breeding had garrenteed that. Tenesse walker crossed with a quarter horse. His shape probably looked quite off at the moment, his hind legs being higher than his front ones, his mane short and fluffy, trying to fall over to one side. His coat was starting to change into a real lighter, golden colour. He would be breath-taking when he was older, though Adoni hadn't though much about that. He was only young after all.
He beamed at the mare, but held back a little. What to say..what to say...His eyes moved away from the mare, straying quietly over the land. He sighed, he felt so much lighter and happier out here. He turned back to the mare, ears pricked forward. "Good morning." He smiled, then feeling shy looked down at his hooves, kicking a white stone out of the road.
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Post by Tiggs on May 15, 2009 7:31:46 GMT
His approach was confident and sprightly, and Uuna was intrigued at the interesting golden colour his coat was taking on. He looked like he might be a fine stallion in a few years. His confidence waned as he came close, and Uuna shook her head despairingly.
“No, no.” She stepped forward, bumping her muzzle under his chin to raise his head. “Head up, look confident but not too proud. ‘Good morning’ is a fine enough greeting, but I am an older mare. You might greet me more formally, or ask how I am doing. You’re polite enough, and at least you don’t talk like you walk, but a stallion is never shy before a mare.” She told him authoritatively, matter-of-fact rather than harsh.
“That’s it, now don’t look so confused. Try it again; greet me, and ask me how I am.” She waited expectantly, dark chocolate eyes not exactly warm but hardly displeased. The colt was a welcome distraction, if a bit on the timid side.
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Post by { Opal } on May 16, 2009 4:47:55 GMT
Cobar had been grazing in a dip of earth when he heard the sounds of voices. His ears pricked and his head pulled up, as he listened to the intriguing sounds. It wasn't long until Cobar was heading toward the faint noises, his nostrils quivering and expression interested. Cresting the top of a nearby hill, he caught sight of what he was looking for. There, not far away, two brumbies conversed upon the plain. One was a mare, and that was precisely what Cobar was interested in. His herd currently consisted of only two fillies, and lately he had been pining for some new faces. Obviously, Cobar recognized that the other brumby was indeed a colt, but thus he was young and posed no threat.
Cobar was soon slipping down the slope, his dark hooves leaving faint imprints on the grass. His dappled buckskin coat glowed in the sunshine as he headed toward the pair, his pace brisk but relaxed. As Cobar got within reasonable distance, he inclined his head respectfully toward both brumbies, then said, "Forgive me for interrupting, but..." Cobar turned to the pretty bay mare, who he noticed, for the first time, smelled strongly of man. "It isn't entirely safe for a beautiful mare like you to be alone. May I offer you my protection?" Perhaps it was a bit abrupt, but still appropriate, Cobar figured, as he patiently awaited her response.
OOC: Hope ya don't mind the interruption. And Yaruka/Tex, you can bring in your fillies if you like, and if not, that's alright too. ^^
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Post by KAREE on May 16, 2009 6:29:42 GMT
OOC|| I certainly dont mind 
Blinking as the mare bumped his chin up, Adoni listened quietly to her. He held his head where it now sat, high. He pricked his ears forward and tried to look interested. It worked to an extent, the mares tutoring seemed to work a bit. His short flaxen tail whipped casually against his side. When she finished he smiled, he nodded then opened his mouth to speak. "Good morning, ahh...how are you?" He tilted his head to the side, "I didn't quite get that right did I?" He huffed, then shook himself before trying again, "Greetings O bay mare," He smiled before continuing, "How are you?" He asked confindently, though it felt awkward saying that, he felt it was a bit too 'grown up' for him, but it could work for now. "I'-" He was suddenly cut off by an approaching stallion.
His small golden head turned to see the dappled buckskin approach them confidiently. Adoni noted his movement, the way he carried his legs, his neck...he waited for the stallion to speak, how would his greeting sound like? Adoni waited, anticipating a similar greeting to what he had to do. His skin prickled slightly as he waited, only to be disappointed by what the stallion said. "Forgive me for interrupting, but..." "It isn't entirely safe for a beautiful mare like you to be alone. May I offer you my protection?" Adoni's ears flickered back, rude. This stallion was rude. Not polite. Not what the mare would have wanted. But how could Adoni show this stallion that he was not polite? That he had to get to know the mare before asking her for his protection. It was pathetic, really. This stallion must be desperate or something.
Adoni stepped up proudly, he glanced at the mare, a slight gleam in his eye. "Greetings stallion." He shot a quick glance at the mare to make sure he'd had it right. "It seems clear to me that you want the mare to be apart of your herd, yet you do not know her name? That is something I don't quite get." He looked at the bay and said confidently, "I am Adoni named for the sun, what is your name?" He glanced back at the buckskin, "See? That is how you do it." He beamed. Feeling proud for acknowledging what the mare had taught him.
OOC|| lol he's like a little kid xD
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Post by Tiggs on May 16, 2009 9:37:26 GMT
The colt was astute. He seemed to be willing to learn, and Uuna shook her head when it wasn’t quite right and nickered some encouragement after the second try. He was fairly young for such formality, but Uuna thought that you were never too young to learn some manners. The way she saw it, when he came to charming his own mares in a few years time, he would have the advantage with the superior knowledge she had imparted upon him.
Whatever he was about to say next, he cut off. Her senses had apparently been dulled during her captivity, and she whipped her head round to see the dappled buckskin stallion. Her ears flickered back briefly in surprised annoyance. She was mostly disgruntled at her own lack of awareness, but she was sure she could blame some of it on the stallion.
She gave him a cursory glance over. Good looking enough, though she could hardly say she was impressed by his opening line. Adoni however seemed to have the right idea and his antics cheered her a little. She gave him a nod to encourage him. He was a little bold for a yearling talking to a stallion in his prime, but he was likely safe enough. She huffed and replied to the colt. “Greetings, colt. My name is Uuna, also named for the sun.” She bowed her head respectfully, as if he were a stallion before she turned to the buckskin.
“You are mistaken, I am not beautiful, simply a mare. I thank you sir for the frank offer, but what authority do you have that your protection is worth accepting? I am old enough to take care of myself; I may not need your protection.” She lifted her head, mane falling out of her face. “Charming young Adoni is correct; you might introduce yourself first. There is no need for haste, I know for a fact the men are more than a day’s travel from here, and they will not be out today.” Uuna flicked her ears, tail swinging against her hocks. “Try your luck again, stallion, the colt could teach you a few things.” She looked on expectantly, almost like a mother waiting for an explanation from a disobedient foal.
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Post by Corowa on May 16, 2009 10:32:02 GMT
Boolee stood on the rough snowgrass spur, ears sharply pricked, nose lifted to the wind. Suddenly he stiffened, nostrils quivering when a familiar scent carried on the breeze. Turning, the stallion walked purposefully down the faint brumby track, leading down towards a thick belt of timber. He’d left the brown and white filly, Tyrilly, further down the gully in a clump of snowgums and candleheath. The elusive creamy mare flitted through the lower country still, a wraith half-seen in the shadows of the bush. He’d glimpsed her creamy hide once between the trunks of the trees, yet in the pale grey light of dawn, she’d vanished.
Threading his way through the scrubby snowgums, Boolee broke into a canter where the timber thinned, and the line of the ridge dropped steeply down. Propping to a standstill there on the steep, high edge, the stallion searched the wind. Throwing up his head, he stood alert, his whole body trembling with this wild restlessness. The wind seemed full with the heady scent of wattle, and with a trumpeting neigh, Boolee sprung away at a gallop, bounded down the grassy slope, sure-footed and fleet.
There in a shallow grassy basin, the stallion found her. With a furious roar, Boolee galloped over the snowgrass flat, towards the mob of brumbies. Ears laid back and head held low, he menaced the two young stallions, threatened to strike them should they move. Trembling half with anger, half with excitement, the stallion pranced forwards, forced the mare to notice him. With a proud arch to his neck, Boolee reared up gracefully beside her. “Uuna,” he breathed, nipping her playfully, his whole body throbbing with excitement. “I thought you a mare who would run with none but the strongest of stallions. Yet here I see you with colts who could never hold you through a winter.” Blowing softly through his nostrils, he nibbled affectionately on her shoulder. “I would lead you away from here,” he said gently. “Lead you on a dance through the High Country, coax you to highest reaches of the High Country where the wind blows fierce and the snow falls unending.”
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Post by yaruka on May 16, 2009 18:45:59 GMT
Omaroo had been dozing quietly by Ally, an action most unusual for the usually bouncing, energetic filly. But it had been a long day and the warmth of the sun had felt so good on her black coat so that she had happened to slip of into slumber. Even so, the rustling of Cobar's movement immediately woke the filly. Looking up, instantly wide awake, she saw the stallion slipping off, and nipping Ally excitedly, she pranced after the buckskin, noticing his approach of two brumbies below. Ooh, new faces. Cool. It isn't entirely safe for a beautiful mare like you to be alone. May I offer you my protection?" said Cobar and Omaroo had to rapidly disguise her snort of amusement as a sneeze, oh so subtle Cobar. Eyes alight with fun and mischief she watched the other horses, her curiosity almost tangible.
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Tyrilly had stayed obediantly where Boolee had left her, having quickly learnt that the stallion did not like to be crossed. He seemd to have bent this rule a little for Cardinia, but Tyrilly had the feeling that the stallion had realized that bending his rules was going to be the only way he would have a chance of keeping the valuable mare. This didn't bother Tyrilly, in some ways she was well-suited to the Boolee's strict leadership. Everything bounced of Tyrilly, she was unfailingly lighthearted and optimistic, and nearly impossible to offend. So, contentedly, she bent her delicate head to the grass, listening for the return of her stallion.
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Cardinia was indeed, near invisible in the soft half-light of the dawn. Despite her tendency to prefer solitude, she was intrigued by the stallion, Boolee, and felt a strange protectiveness over the little filly who followed him. So, she followed the pair, slipping like a half-formed wraith through the snowgums, blending into her surroundings and the light itself. She saw Boolee leave Tyrilly in a little copse of trees, and, after checking that the filly was safe for now, Cardinia continued to follow Boolee, shadowing him in the trees to a small, grassy flat. There she stopped and watched, for Boolee, upon seeing the brumbies in the valley, had frozen then plunged down the among them, calling to the bay mare. So he knew her then? Cardinia's interest was piqued, it seemed Boolee and this bay mare went way back.
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Post by { Opal } on May 16, 2009 20:43:25 GMT
Cobar was annoyed at the colt's words; they sounded almost like an accusation. But he showed little sign of his irritation, other than a dismal flick of the ear. Cobar was aware that his "greeting" wasn't exactly formal, but in truth he was impatient with bland words and naturally wanted to get to the bottom of things. So he simply dipped his head to the colt, and said, "Well, good for you. Would you mind teaching me that sometime?" He looked somewhat amused as he concluded with the last sentence. But then the mare spoke, and Cobar returned his attention to her. “You are mistaken, I am not beautiful, simply a mare. I thank you sir for the frank offer, but what authority do you have that your protection is worth accepting? I am old enough to take care of myself; I may not need your protection.” Cobar was impressed by the mare's independence and straight-forwardness, if not caught off guard. “Charming young Adoni is correct; you might introduce yourself first. There is no need for haste, I know for a fact the men are more than a day’s travel from here, and they will not be out today. Try your luck again, stallion, the colt could teach you a few things.” Feeling chastened, but optomistic enough, Cobar rose to the challenge. "As you wish." he said kindly. "My name is Cobar, meaning burnt earth. Your words are correct; I-" Cobar stopped abruptly as a powerful scream ripped through the valley.
Cobar's head immediately jerked up, instincts aroused by the wild call. A stallion was charging toward them, and even at a distance Cobar could see the dangerous energy throbbing within him. Cobar unconciously took a step toward the bay mare as the stallion reeled toward them, his posture aggressive, teeth bared and ears back. Cobar felt the need to give the stallion a good reprimanding, but as annoyed as he was he remained silent, and would not be intimidated by the stallion's threats. Who did he think he was, anyway? Cobar was no colt, he was six years old, strong and in his prime. Inwardly he seethed with anger, but he quickly recognized this as only reckless and useless, and so he made a point to appear unperturbed. Hey, if he wants to act like an idiot, that's his choice. Feeling more confident, Cobar boldly stayed his ground next to the mare, his head raised in defiance to the stallion's menacing. But suddenly he caught movement in the corner of his eye, and his attention was drawn to the shadowy figure of... Omaroo. For some reason, Cobar felt encouraged by her presence, and he whinnied proudly to the black filly. Even being reprimanded by colt, stallion, and mare would not leave Cobar chagrined.
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