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Post by yaruka on May 25, 2009 2:44:37 GMT
As evening fell on the slopes of the Brindle Bull a lone filly made her way among the shadows. She was Warrah, named for the honeysuckle and barely visible as the last rays of the sun's light dappled the rocky tors,throughing soft strips of light on her already mottled and barred coat. Warrah knew her colouring was unusual,but unlike other rare colours her coat did not cause her to stand out but instead, helped her camouflage. Only an observant gaze would catch sight of the filly moving in the shadows.
The only part of Warrah that was actually honey coloured was the undertones of her mane. Still the name suited her- one could not spend two minutes in her company withoutrealsing that. Even so the sweet tempered mare was alone and as she made here way into this new territory she couldn't help but hope that here she finally find company.
Ooc: really rushed and typed on an iPod~don't ask- so pls excuse any type-os
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Post by stormsnow on May 25, 2009 6:57:10 GMT
Warrigal was standing in the shadows, on the slopes of the Bridle Bull. Why he had gone to sleep there he did not exactly know; the long and short of it was that he had lost his way, and tired as he was, he had fallen into a doze. That had been at about midday. Now, the sun was starting to set.
Half asleep, his ever-observant eyes caught a movement, and fully woke with a start. There, in front of him, was a pretty filly. Sort of the same colour as him. Trotting slowly forward, the golden-and-black colt nickered softly, "Hello."
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Post by yaruka on May 25, 2009 14:50:33 GMT
"Hello" came a voice from somewhere off to her right, and somewhat startled Warrah turned to see a buckskin colt trotting towards her. "Oh hello," she replied sweetly, completely unafraid inspite of the fact that she was cornered against a rock by a strange horse. Warrah wouldn't believe badly of anybody. "I am Warrah, who are you?" she asked, glad to finally have some company in this strange new place.
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Post by stormsnow on May 25, 2009 20:55:07 GMT
"Oh hello." "I am Warrah, who are you?"
Warrigal replied, "Pleased to meet you, Warrah. My name's Warrigal."
He looked at her . She was pretty, all right, and he had no intention of harming her. He scented the air with quivering nostrils. There was no sign of any other creature, man, or horse.
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Post by yaruka on May 26, 2009 1:46:12 GMT
"It's very good to meet you, Warrigal," said the dark filly sincerely. "Where are you from?" As she waited for an answer the pretty filly cocked a hind leg, completely relaxed. Some may say that Warrah was too trusting for her own good, but the simple truth of it was that Warrah was so incredibly pure and good natured herself that her mind could not concieve of the evil-doings or intentions of others. Evening continued to fall in the mountains, Warrah's dusky coloured coat fading even more completely into the slate colour of the rock.
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Post by stormsnow on May 26, 2009 21:15:56 GMT
The colt dipped his head. "I was born on a mountain," he began, "But I'm not sure which one." In the enveloping darkness, his outline was beginning to fade. "Do you want to find somewhere to rest for the night?" he asked, looking around for somewhere to shelter from the elements, a cave, maybe, or a rocky overhang.
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Post by yaruka on May 27, 2009 23:45:09 GMT
"Do you want to find somewhere to rest for the night?" asked the buckskin. "Sure," replied Warrah easily, looking at the colt with nothing less than complete trust in her gaze, "So where to?" The sweet black rabicino had no inkling of fear, no thought that there could be potential danger in following a stranger through the night. Now that it was well and truly dusk she had completely blended into the night, her coat just the right colour for the half light that characterized that odd time of day. Warrigal, with his bright tawny coat, was a little more noticeable, though not by much. It was a misty night, with little of the moon's light shining through the cloud cover. Warrah shivered delicately as the temperature dropped suddenly as it could only in the mountains. Still, she waited patiently for the colt to lead off. Wasn't that what was supposed to happen? Males usually led she knew, and she didn't want to offend this one by taking the first step
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Post by stormsnow on May 28, 2009 9:27:51 GMT
"Hmm..." Warrigal cast around, looking for a suitable place. It was hard to see at twilight. Finally, he spotted a cave, big enough for both of them. It was a few strides away. "There!" he neighed, jerking his head toward it. Trotting forward until he was just outside it, he had a closer look. It wasn't too bad, he thought. "Do you want to go in? Ladies first," he offered, standing aside.
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Post by yaruka on May 29, 2009 0:12:39 GMT
"That looks good," she said cheerfully, swinging into an easy trot behind him. At the mouth of the cave the colt stood back and Warrah ducked her head shyly at his words. "Ok," she murmured sweetly, before cautiously entering the cave. It was quite roomy, with sand under foot to make it a nice shelter. Warrah moved to the back, peering about her.
All of a sudden a cloud of black flew at her face and the filly lept backwards, snorting in surprise. Soft wings fluttered against her sides and she realised that she had disturbed a group of bats. "Sorry," she called softly after them, though it was evening and about time for them to be hutning any way. Then, pawing at the sand she settled herself, cocking her right hind and relaxing her frame for sleep.
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Post by yaruka on May 29, 2009 0:15:03 GMT
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