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Post by tingara on May 30, 2009 11:30:53 GMT
Prisma smiled sweetly at Calca, of course he didn’t mean it... much. He was only teasing Yarran, he had nothing against the other colt, it wasn’t his fault he was stuck with such a lousy father like Nevada. Again he forgot that Calca had come from the same stallion, how could something so beautiful be related to that white brute was Prisma’s reasoning. Calca’s coldness towards Dilkerra did not escape the black birdcatcher’s attention and, for a moment, he frowned. His mate had no reason to be jealous; she would always be his favourite no matter what. He’d have to tell her and promise her that later.
After the initial name saying Prisma thought the pretty appaloosa mare would go back to being quiet. Boy was he wrong. Words gushed as freely as water, all compliments at first directed at Calca. He couldn’t help but beam at Dilkerra, she was such a nice horse and hopefully Calca would realise that too. The black nuzzled his caramel coloured mate softly, nibbling her soft mane. He was more than a little annoyed that Yarran answered all her questions first, he was not the prince here therefore he should have known his place. In his mind there was no competition for Dilkerra’s attention, she’d had eyes practically only for him as soon as she’d appeared.
Tempted to teach the other colt the ways of hierarchy, Prisma resisted. Instead the black colt snorted irritably and nodded in agreement. He threw Yarran a few nasty looks but still kept himself looking regal and proud. “My parents are indeed special; I am the son of the King of all the Cascade Brumbies, as is Biangri and Baree,” Prisma answered proudly, holding his head high. Again he extended his nose to the appaloosa mare, silently willing her to join him. The black and white colt rubbed his head softly against her spotted neck before finding and nibbling on her withers.
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Post by Tiggs on May 30, 2009 12:04:28 GMT
Dilkera, eh? Well Dilkera better stop looking at her Prisma like that, or… or something bad would happen! Scowling, her expression eased a little as the spotted mare complimented her. That was better. She was daughter of the most beautiful mare in the High Country, she was practically a princess in her own right without prince Prisma as her mate. Calca lifted her head, scarily close to mimicking her mother’s vain pride. Calca decided she liked this mare now; she knew beauty when she saw it.
The rosy grey Baree had already introduced her of sorts, but she stepped up beside Prisma and confirmed it. “I am Calca; daughter of the Moonfilly Brael, the rarest and most beautiful mare in the High Country.” She said proudly with more than a little smugness. She supposed Brael was officially a Queen now, being in passion of Tingara, the King.
She was still a little disgruntled when Prisma moved forward to greet the mare with a touch and started grooming her, but she imagined the other colts were so jealous that her pride for Prisma overwhelmed her own personal vanity. “What brings you to the Brindle alone, Dilkera, do you not have a herd of your own?” Nevada would be proud of her; courteousness in the face of competition. She might share some of Brael’s less desirable traits, but she could be civil, at least.
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Post by Ehetere on May 30, 2009 12:37:27 GMT
Dilkera’s face was a mask of pure joy; drinking up the conversation and interaction with all of the horses, not missing a beat whereas others would have been completely lost. She had not spoken to anyone in a week or so; and she was deprived of entertainment. She happily remembered the names of each horse and their lineage; most of them seemed to come from two stallions. She actually squealed with excitement as Prisma announced that his sire was the King of the high country! She was equally as interested to hear that Calca’s dam had been a moonfilly. Never before had she thought meeting such fabulous horses was possible. And now she was here. She was a very lucky mare; that was for sure.
She looked around happily as Prisma began nibbling and grooming her mane. She turned her head to Calca again when she asked, “What brings you to the Brindle alone, Dilkera, do you not have a herd of your own?” Dilkera blinked several times comprehending the silver grullo’s words. She had never been very good at interpreting instincts or reading the bush; but when it came to reading the meaning behind words, she was a master. It sounded almost like the filly was mocking her for her lack of herd. She turned to look at Prisma with big pleading eyes before looking wildly around and saying in a rather hurt and defensive manner, “No, I have only just left my father’s herd.” It wasn’t her fault that the strawberry roan had not wanted her. She would have been quite happy to go with him; at least until he rudely left her mid-conversation. Any of the other stallions and colts that she had met before that had not been interested once they realised that they would actually have to talk to her to make her follow them.
Dilkera was still rather hurt and even found herself sniffing at Calca’s comment; determined not to cry. But she had never for the life of her been insulted before; or even had horses that were mean spirited towards her. She had been rejected by stallions before; but at least that had done it in a kind and apologetic manner. No one had been able to bear upsetting her since she was so open and honest. It was a major shock to her system to have any horse; especially a fellow mare, talk to her in such a way. |
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Post by yaruka on May 30, 2009 22:10:23 GMT
Yarran's ears flew backwards as Prisma shot him multiple dirty looks. Baring his teeth warningly, the mulberry grey colt snorted irratibly. It was as though just because Prisma was the son of the "king" of the High Country, he thought he was automatically better he himself. His suspicions were only intensified when the birdcatcher spoke "My parents are indeed special; I am the son of the King of all the Cascade Brumbies, as is Biangri and Baree,”. So the black colt thought himself special, just because he was the son of the king. In Yarran's mind this was ridiculous, their sire's positions had nothing to do with who they were and how they were treated. He was a firm believer that all that mattered was an individual's actions, not their lineage. Not to say that he wasn't proud of his own parentage, he just thought that Prisma was stepping way out of line.
Calca's jealousy of the other mare was plain to see, and if he hadn't been so annoyed at Prisma Yarran might have snorted in amusement as she went from uppity to appeased by the appaloosa's compliments. Calca was really more like their dam than she thought. Definately more pleasant though, and a lot more fun to be around. Yarran's ears went back even farther as Prisma stepped boldy forward, rubbing his head against the new filly. Suddenly realising he probably looked horribly threatened with his ears pinned, no matter if it was justified or not, he forced his red tipped ears forward. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't about to crowd the other filly as Prisma was already in her face but if he didn't act soon then he'd have no chance of swaying her in his favour.
Suddenly he noticed the appaloosa seemed to have been upset by Calca's commentsg. Gently he nickered to her, a gentle attempt to comfort her.
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Baree felt a surge of affection for Prisma as he referred to Tingara as the father of all three of the brothers. He was glad the other colt accepted him as a brother, even though they shared no common blood. He did wish the spotted colt would stop pushing poor Yarran though. Did he really need this appaloosa filly? He already had Calca after all. His ears flickered in surprise as the other filly revealed that she had only just left her sire's herd. He judged her to be older than all five of them, surely she must have left very late. But he supposed it was different for fillies than colts.
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Biangri's impatience was mounting with the conversation. It went back and forth, back and forth, and there seemed no place for him in the discussion. Stamping his front hoof he finally wandered off to nose about the rocks.
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Post by tingara on Jun 13, 2009 11:56:29 GMT
Did Prisma think he was better than everyone else? Absolutely. He was a Prince of the High Country, incredibly handsome and had the most beautiful mare in all the Cascades by his side. Hopefully he’d had the two most beautiful mares by day’s end. The black and white colt eyed Yarran cockily as he nibbled Dilkera’s withers, running his teeth over her spine gently, aiming to make her shiver in pleasure. The appaloosa mare was as good as his; there was nothing Yarran could really do.
Happily he watched as Calca seemed to warm up to Dilkera at the spotted mare’s compliments. Prisma’s brown eyes gazed warmly at the caramel coloured filly. Hopefully once Dilkera was in his herd the two of them would get along famously. If not it would be a problem but he’d sort it out, he was smart like that. The colt frowned slightly when the mare next to him seemed to be close to tears after Calca’s question. Slightly confused he wondered what had been so upsetting about the question; to him it had been fair enough.
”You shouldn’t be alone then, run with me and I will keep you safe,” Prisma nickered softly, bringing his muzzle to hers. Reassuringly he blew warm air into her nostrils. He ignored Yarran’s own attempt at reassurance and hoped she would too. He had been forward yes but that was the way to get mares these days. He had also been positively charming and suave so he thought. Yep, she would be his by the end of the day and Yarran would be left in his dust.
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Post by Ehetere on Jun 17, 2009 9:09:01 GMT
Yarran’s soft comforts fell on deaf ears as Dilkera happily relaxed at the feel of Prisma’s grooming. ”You shouldn’t be alone then, run with me and I will keep you safe,” Prisma said gently, and Dilkera smiled happily; the other filly’s upsetting comments all but forgotten. And oh how she would love to run with the spotty colt and have spotty babies! The thought of leggy spotty foals made her zone out for a second. She shook herself to clear her head, and replied very happily, “That is awfully kind of you.” For a second her thoughts drifted to the hopeful looking mulberry grey; but only for a second because she said, “I would very much like to run with you.”
But despite all of Prisma’s gentle caresses, Dilkera could not help but think of his jealous looking mare who was standing in the background. She nickered to her in a friendly manner; hoping that they would be good friends in time. She groomed Prisma’s withers for a while before turning back to the rest of the brumbies assembled there; not wanting to appear rude or anti-social. A now contented expression on her face, she did glance apologetically at the mulberry grey, who had also seemed hopeful of having her for his herd. Hopefully they would all remain friends after this; and Dilkera’s eyes lit up happily at the thought of lots of new friends and running with the spotty black colt and his beautifully coloured mare. How exciting it was sure to be! Actually, Dilkera had to suppress her feelings somewhat, else she would look rather odd by cantering around and neighing her happiness to the mountains. |
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Post by yaruka on Jun 20, 2009 23:44:49 GMT
Yarran felt his blood boil at Prisma's cocky expression but at the filly's next words was forced to accept that Dilkera would hardly join him.
I would very much like to run with you, she said cheerfully to Prisma and Yarran's hopes plummeted. Damn. Prisma was going to be unbearable after this. But the mulberry grey wasn't about to pick a fight, he was disappointed, yes, but he didn't want Calca to have to watch her mate and her brother fight. Besides, he wasn't going to force the spotted mare to join him. He felt the appoloossa mare's eyes on him and turned to glance at her. Immediately he felt his insides cringe. The spotted filly's apologetic glance was too much. Yarran felt his ears grow hot with embarassment, it was lucky horses couldn't really blush. He didn't need her sympathy for Heaven's sake. Standing there awkwardly he was glad when Biangri bounced back over, the black colt was a welcome distraction.
Biangri reared up playfully, looking rather like his father, until he dropped unceremoniously to his feet and gave a wicked buck. Tossing his head so that his mane flopped from side to side the colt glanced about the group, oblivious to the silent rivalry between two of the other colts.
"Are we going to stand here all day or what?" he demanded of Yarran and Baree, eager to get on the move now that it was clear that the others weren't all that interested in a massive game of tag.
Seizing his oppertunity, Baree spoke up with a subtly sympathetic glance towards Yarran. "I think it's about time we take leave, we need to find somewhere more sheltered before nightfall," spoke the rose grey.
Yarran nodded silently, his eyes still on Prisma's little band. Calca was right. It really was about time that he formed a herd of his own. Tomorrow morning he'd leave the other two, go in search of mares instead of waiting for an oppertunity to present itself. He'd make his father proud yet. With a quick, stiff nod to Prisma and a more gentle one towards Dilkera, he stepped forwards to touch noses with his sister. "Take care of yourself," he nickered gently. He was tempted to add something along the lines of Don't let that git of a mate of yours get too cocky but resisted. He wasn't sure Calca would appreciate those comments too much. Then he turned and walked off.
Baree nodded politely to the other horses, nudging his brother affectionately. He hoped he would see him again. Then he moved off after Yarran, Biangri bounded energetically by his side.
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Post by tingara on Jun 27, 2009 7:26:51 GMT
The spotted black colt was overjoyed at Dilkera’s conformation. She would follow him, she would be his! His herd of the most beautiful mares had begun and Prisma was over the moon about it. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to prance and show off in front of his mares and Yarran especially. Although tempting for the cocky young stallion it was not the way he’d been taught and even he knew it was not how a Prince behaved. Instead he nuzzled the appaloosa mare with a beaming smile. ”I won’t let you down Dilkera,” Prisma promised quietly, feeling the responsibilities of a stallion closing in on him.
He watched Yarran and the others turn to leave, eyeing the mulberry grey with a smug grin spread across his face. He had gotten the girl, his power of seduction was the best and Yarran should know it without having to be told. Prisma nosed his brothers, saddened at least to see them go, he would miss them. Thinking of his brothers meant that the black and white stallion’s thoughts wandered to Burnum. He wondered what his closest brother was doing; there had been no word from him aside from rumours that he had gone south.
Sighing softly Prisma nosed Dilkera then moved to Calca’s side. He nibbled her body affectionately and moved his teeth over her spine. His mate looked beautiful in the sunshine as did Dilkera. This was his herd and it was so exciting.
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