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Post by Ehetere on May 28, 2009 7:02:01 GMT
“I shall never be truly owned by any stallion!” proclaimed Allirea proudly, a defiant note in her voice. The wild, untamed spirit inside her would never be quietened. She looked up with alarm as the sound of drumming hooves met her ears, and saw a black stallion approaching at a swift gallop and then pull up on his haunches. He greeted them as he came closer, a call that was filled with power and prestige. Allirea had to admit, her interest was aroused. He did not have Boolee’s surprisingly graceful, lithe frame, but he wasn’t exactly unpleasant to look at either.
There was no doubt in her mind that this was the black King of whom she had heard so much about. Still, she could not help but think of Boolee’s glittering grey coat in the bright snowy morning in winter… Damn it! Why was she still thinking of Boolee so much? Allirea was frustrated with her self, and had been in a constant bad mood ever since she had left Boolee. She used to be happy with just wandering around the high country and seeing everything and leaving no rock and crevice unexplored. In that short time she had spent alone with Boolee; before those other silly mares had come and interrupted them, Allirea had felt a joy that she had never before experienced in her life. She could not have missed it before, since she had not known what she was missing. Now however, Allirea had had a taste of that feeling emotion that was love, and she missed it dearly. Not a single day went by that she did not think of Boolee. She would not admit to herself or anyone else exactly how much she missed his company; the soft feel of him nibbling her mane or his soothing voice in her ear.
She nodded in politeness to the black stallion and said, “I greet you also, black stallion, only to have to say good bye. The winds are calling me northwards once more; and it is a call that I cannot refuse. I bid you both good day.” And with one last flick of her tail she trotted away from both stallions with determination and peace of mind. Finally she knew where she was going; she was going home to her stallion. The black King certainly was a fine horse, but you could only truly love once, and besides, Allirea was sure that he would have plenty of fine mares of his own.
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Post by Ann on May 29, 2009 8:28:20 GMT
Just as Allirea was announcing again, with more conviction this time round, that her spirit could never be tamed by a stallion, yeah keep fooling yourself darling, another one cantered over. Spock could barely contain a snort of annoyance, couldn’t he see they were enjoying an intimate moment? Okay so they were standing quite far apart and Allirea was showing quite obvious signs of irritation, but that was no reason to assume they weren’t having an intimate moment was it?
Spock watched the stallion approach. He was a shiny black (even in the poor lighting) in colour, moved ridiculously gracefully and when he spoke he sounded almost regal. Show off. This new stallion really wasn’t the kind of horse Spock wanted around when he was trying to work his mojo, he might try to steal Spock’s technique. And then to top it all off Allirea announced she was leaving. Perhaps he should give this stallion tips anyway, if he was chasing mares off just by showing up then he really had some work to do.
As soon as Allirea was gone, why waste a perfectly good opportunity to admire her rear, he turned to the black horse. ”That was totally your fault.” He grumbled. The stallion must be Boolee, Allirea had said she would never truly be owned, but he didn’t realise that meant running away at every opportunity. ”Boolee right?” Spock asked. ”You have a lot of grovelling to do to make up for whatever got her tail in a tangle, call of the wind my arse, she just wanted rid of you.”
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Post by tingara on May 30, 2009 11:08:48 GMT
”I bid you farewell then mare,” Tingara bobbed his head in respect as the mare left. He was slightly disappointed she had not given him the slightest chance to try and woo her away but it could not be helped. She was obviously going back to the stallion that called to her heart on the winds she spoke about, he of all horses knew the power the heart had. The black stallion’s thoughts wandered to Myrrina like they so often did whenever they were parted. Unlike months before, the beautiful and wise mare would be at the Gap ready to greet him when he returned and that thought filled the King with elation.
Tingara was quite taken aback by the blue roan stallion and how he spoke to him. Didn’t he know who he was dealing with? To make matters even more strange, the stranger had called him Boolee. The name was familiar, Nevada’s sire but how one could mistake himself for the older grey stallion was mystifying. The black stallion was about to chastise the blue roan for his rudeness until the thought crossed his mind that he could have some fun while his true identity remained unbeknownst to this strange stallion.
”I am Boolee,” Tingara answered slowly, eyeing the blue roan with a sparkle in his eye. ”She’s a hard one to keep hold of, this is just part of our little game,” he said smoothly, looking in the direction the strange mare had disappeared. He eyed the stranger curiously, still wondering how someone could not know who he was. ”I haven’t seen you before, what do I call you O little blue stallion? Surely you must be the King; you have such a noble disposition. My mares and I are new to Cascades,” Tingara said offhandedly and very convincingly. Already he was having such fun not being the King for a moment.
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Post by Ann on May 30, 2009 20:51:58 GMT
The fact of the matter was Spock wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. He’d never even seen a crayon before and if he ever did he’d probably try to eat it. So he had no idea that Tingara was messing with him, even though the majestic stallion was about as close to smirking as a horse could get. Unfortunately for Spock that meant he was completely unaware of what a fool he was about to make of himself and that by the time they got to the big reveal he’d be too far in to dig himself back out.
”Boolee, my friend,” He said gravely, giving his head a little shake to show how stupid he thought Tingara was being. ”I think you’re rather missing the point of playing games with mares.” Spock gave a little snicker of amusement. “Let me give you a little advice, from one stallion to another,” This stallion clearly knew nothing about wooing a mare, good thing Spock was around to help out. ”You’ll never get anywhere if you let her go running off like that.”
Hay! Who did the black stallion think he was, calling Spock little? He was so busy being righteously outraged about that he almost missed assumption the other horse had made about his status. Well… That changed things somewhat, Spock could see why the mistake had been made, he was very noble. Really though the herd had to have been living under a rock not to know who was King, which was why Spock felt justified in having a little fun with it. He wouldn’t go to far though.
”Alas no,” Spock said with what he thought was a humbled shake of the head. ”Everybody knows the King is a black stallion. He and I are good friends though.” He raised his tail with pride, it wasn’t really a lie, Spock was sure if he did ever meet the King they would be good friends. ”Between you and me,” He paused, sidling closer to the stallion as though he was sharing some great secret. ”He stole his whole act from me, the poor horse wouldn’t know where to put his hooves if he didn’t have me around to help.”
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Post by tingara on Jun 14, 2009 8:04:36 GMT
Eagerly Tingara listened to the strange blue roan stallion’s word. An internal battle raged within him, the will to laugh out loud was hard to keep down. He felt so young again, like a colt without a care in the world. Visibly he smirked, quickly turning it into an interested expression. The black stallion nodded as Spock spoke; he leaned closer as if hanging on every word. As the King he should have been offended that this little blue roan stranger was telling him how to attract and keep mares but of course he wasn’t. Tingara thought it all hilarious, this game was fun.
”Thank you so much for the tips noble stranger, I’ll be sure to remember them when I catch up to my wayward mare,” the black stallion thanked and bobbed his head to show he meant it. Tingara tried to wrack his brain for the stallion’s name but it escaped him, he doubted he’d learnt it before. ”Forgive me if I seem rude, I fear that I have not learnt your name yet O wise one,” the laying on of compliments felt strange to the black stallion, he was not used to it and he felt that it may give him away. If he was lucky the blue roan would simply drink them up and ignore the fact that they sounded slightly false.
If Tingara had been amused before, at Spock’s ramblings about the King he was finding the urge not to laugh harder and harder. So this stranger claimed to be a good friend of the King of the High Country, taught the black stallion everything he knew. Automatically he snorted and quickly shrugged it off as a sneeze. His eyes widened as Spock sidled up to him, it looked as though he was about to divulge some great secret to him. It was one the black King was not disappointed with, he had apparently stolen his ‘act’ off of this blue roan stallion.
”Oh how exciting, to meet a friend of the King’s after only recently coming into this country. So the King is black, like me? What’s he like? If you taught him everything why are you not the King?” Tingara rambled off questions excitedly, playing the part of new horse brilliantly. He had been new to the High Country once so he could sort of remember what it was like, there were lots of questions.
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Post by Ann on Jun 15, 2009 15:34:11 GMT
The Stallion, Boolee, was hanging off his every word. Good, Spock could get used to that, it was about time the other horses sat up and started paying attention to his sage advice. He was a generous horse, he didn’t mind sharing tips when the other stallions where so clearly getting it wrong, and they would do well to listen to him, his success rate was near perfect. Okay so he’d only ever really tried it on with Allirea, but she’d been totally into him until Boolee showed up so he was counting that as a win.
And his mother had despaired and told him if he continued to act like a petulant colt he was going to get his arse handed to him on a plate by one of the other stallions. If only she could see him now, playing gracious host to a newcomer. He wasn’t even going to point out that this stallion’s eyes were set slightly too close together to be considered handsome, because that would be impolite. ”My name is Spock.” He said, puffing up with pride. ”But you can call me Sir Spock.”
The sneeze sounded a bit funny to Spock so he backed up a few steps, he didn’t want to be around if this stallion was going to start foaming at the mouth or something crazy like that. He had standards for his company, and sick didn’t make the cut. Then again, it could just have been a sneeze. ”Don’t worry, I tend to have that effect on horses.” Spock said in response to the stallion's awe, his voice smug as he swished his tail. Boolee asking so much about the king was a little deflating though, as if anybody cared about him!
”Yes he’s a black stallion like you.” He conceded, reluctant to draw a comparison between Boolee and the King, didn’t want him getting any ideas. ”A little sleeker than you of course.” Spock added haughtily with a small judgemental snort. ”Not nearly so… scruffy.” The short blue stallion was completely oblivious to the fact that his own coat was looking rather unkempt, which made his own derision more than a little ridiculous.
At least Boolee had something right, Spock should be the King. ”Modesty would not permit me to take on such a role.” He told the black stallion a little of the entirely unfounded pride creeping back into his tone and looking about as far from modest as a horse could get. This was a lot of fun, but Spock had to remember not to get carried away, couldn’t have some taller stallion following him around like a love struck foal, it would cramp his style.
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Post by tingara on Jul 2, 2009 8:55:20 GMT
Spock, what an odd name. Odd name for an odd little horse Tingara supposed, smiling to himself. ”It is a pleasure to meet you Spock, I mean Sir Spock,” the black stallion chattered politely. He couldn’t help but grin smugly as the blue roan stallion went on and on and on giving him advice. He didn’t need thise advice but Tingara listened anyway. Although he was cocky Spock was oddly likeable, in an annoying and brash way. The black laughed at what he thought was a joke about Spock’s affect on horses. By now he was genuinely laughing as his amusement level soared. Although entertaining, the game was cruel and had to be stopped soon. This was not how a King behaved, tricking the foolish. Tingara snorted as Spock described the King, in effect Spock was describing what he looked like and he was not scruffy. Subconsciously the black shook out his mane, he’d have to check himself out after this, he was not scruffy.
As soon as the word modesty left Spock’s mouth Tingara burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. ”You? Modest? In all my days as King I have not met one who was as modest as you,” the black stallion laughed, beaming at the little blue roan.
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Post by Ann on Aug 14, 2009 9:13:25 GMT
Spock snorted when Boolee seemed to go for the more casual name when addressing him. Why did nobody ever listen when he asked them to call him Sir Spock? His mother had practically rolled over laughing so hard when he’d first brought it up. It wasn’t that ridiculous! He was very noble! Then the great black stallion corrected himself and Spock perked up somewhat. He might be able to get along with the horse after all, even if he was a great lumbering beast. Didn’t he get dizzy being so high up off the ground all the time?
”Well yes, of course.” Spock said boastfully, as if it were impossible for anybody to not get great pleasure from meeting him. ”And I myself am glad to have met you.” He added, realising a little belatedly that he should probably return the gesture, even if he did sound a little forced and not nearly so genuine as the black stallion’s own words had been. Spock never had been very good at paying compliments and making them sound sincere, not because he didn’t like anything about other horses, he just always thought he could do it better so what was the point in encouraging them?
For a moment Spock was taken in by the praise to his modesty, his ego swelling to previously unrivalled proportions as he puffed up with pride. Then the rest of what this Boolee had said caught up with him and his ego deflated rather suddenly. All his years as King… What? Spock gave a little whinny of confused surprise, his ears flattening backwards as he shifted restlessly from one hoof to another. It couldn’t be. Boolee had to just be playing a cruel trick on him, getting Spock back for all the boasting he’d been doing. But he did sort of look like the way the other horses described and the way he talked.
”You’ve got to be shitting me.” Spock blurted, shaking his head as though might make the whole situation disappear. He’d thought about the King quite a lot, particularly as a colt, imagining become friends with the stallion and eventually surpassing him (naturally), but he’d never really thought he’d meet him. And now that he had he couldn’t help thinking he was just a horse. Admittedly a sleek, powerful and graceful horse, but still just a horse and Spock’s mind he’d become so much greater than that so it was kind of hard to live up to those expectations. He shifted a little closer, scrutinising the King. ”You’re shorter than I expected.” Spock told him, completely unabashed (he was never one to remain flustered for long) and missing the irony that came from his own short stature.
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