It's a Beautiful Day (U2 reference lol)

[yaruka]

OOC: Opal's two mares/ open

BIC:
It was a fine spring day. Just glorious thought Kurruk happily as he led the two mares with him down to the creek for a drink. He walked with long, swinging strides, his head held proudly. One might even say he sauntered. It was a couple nights after the thunderous storm on the night he had met Wilgee and Burilda, but looking at the sky you wouldn't know it. Not a cloud was in sight and the sun shone pleasantly the on the stallion's pale silvery tan coat.
Stopping at the creek he raised his head and scented the air for good measure, even though he was pretty sure there was nothing about save for a couple wallabies quickly waddling in the opposite direction. Then he nickered to the mares, encouraging them to come forward. The encouragment was mostly for Wilgee, he knew Burilda would help herself. Standing guard, he waited for the mares to have their drink before dipping his own muzzle into the cool creek.

[{ Opal }]

Wilga took in deep breaths of the fresh kosciusko air, swirling with the scents of growing green things. She followed faithfully behind Kurruk, her spirits lifted by his happiness, and as she looked up she thanked the sky. It was solid blue, with only a small wisp of a cloud, stark white against the endless tones of azure. As Wilga stepped daintily toward the creek, which rushed busily among layers of stone, her beautiful caramel-brown coat contrasted deeply against shades of faint green. Though the mare was a bit compact, with a heavy front and thick-boned legs, it only made her more unique and attractive to the eye. Grateful for a good, cool drink, Wilga thrust her muzzle eagerly into the moving stream. The cold water was a bit of a shock, but Wilga grew used to it quickly, and was soon slurping hungrily at the refreshing liquid. The constant sunlight was getting a bit bothersome, so Wilga pulled herself deeper into the water, until all for legs were placed in the swirling creek. "Come on in." Wilga urged Kurruk, as she brought her streaming muzzle out of the brook.

Burilda was, as Kurruk had predicted, taking things in her own time. She wandered in and out of the bush, trying to keep to the shade, as the constant sunlight was really burning her back. Burilda's coat had quickly grown slick with sweat, and she lowered her head out of the sun, ears flicking back; this was quite uncomfortable. The poor black mare was overheated and getting dehydrated, so you could imagine how enlightening it was to here the slow gurgle of a creek. Burilda quickened to a brisk, eager, though painstaking trot as she headed toward the fresh water. It wasn't long until she pushed through a barrier of brush and scrub, finally coming into sight of Cascade Creek. Burilda thought briefly of their safety- they were somewhat close to man- but was reassured to see Kurruk doing to proper thing, and checking the breeze for danger. Without further ado Burilda splashed noisily into the creek, a look of great relief on her face as she felt the chilly water cooling her sun-burnt legs. But she wasn't quite satisfied, and to the great surprise of Wilga, she folded her limbs and flopped right down in the stream. Burilda let out a great sigh, then slurped gratefully at the creek's sloshing surface.

[yaruka]

OOC: btw, sorry I totally suck at starting threads

BIC:
Kurruk was pleased to see the two mares refreshing themselves happily at the creek. Dutifully he stood watch, well aware that men could be close. Of course Kurruk was not at all afraid of men, he had been born on ranch lands and the men had never really bothered him. But he knew men sometimes enjoyed chasing brumbies, and remembered the heat and panic of the brumby drive with displeasure. He was not keen to be chased by men again, nor did he want the two lovely mares to be aggravated by the twolegged. So he was careful, listening attentively and occasionally raising his head to sniff the air.

OOC: oh my gosh- I love your siggie! I was actually going to do something very similar to that

At Wilga's urging the sandy grullo tossed his head, a mischievious glint lighting his dark eyes. Then he gathered himself and lept into the creek on the far side of Wilga, creating a giant splash that soaked the chestnut up to her barrel. Shaking himself, he reached over with a teasing nip to Wilga's shoulder, bumping her playfully with his nose.

[{ Opal }]

OOC: Haha, you do fine. xD And thank you! I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not.

Wilga shied a bit as Kurruk launched into the creek, sending great waves of water in all directions. The sparkling droplets showered promptly on Wilga's coat, which startled her at first, but then she found the coolness on her coat refreshing. Now delighted that Kurruk had taken the bait, Wilga whinnied to him joyously, and received the grulla's taunting nip with a snort, soft but playful. In return the flaxen chestnut gave the water a great kick, sending the water up in glistening spray, right toward Kurruk. Wilga gave her head a toss, flinging up her snow-white mane, and picked up her legs to prance in the sloshing water. Burilda, meanwhile, was looking on with an amused expression. It was entertaining to see the two brumbies acting so lighthearted, and Burilda wasn't feeling so bad herself now that she was cooled off. Tired, but greatly relieved by the cold, smooth water, she let her dark head droop until her muzzle's whiskers licked the creek.

[yaruka]

OOC:

BIC:
Kurruk snorted playfully as Wilga kicked out at the water, showering him with drops of the cool liquid. A few of the cold drops landed on his sensitive nose and the stallion blew through his nostrils to clear them on the tingling sensation they left there. Wilga began to prance and playfully Kurruk reared up, hindlegs pulled at by the current but impressive nonetheless as he stood there, shining stallion in a shining stream. At least he hoped he looked impressive. Coming back down with a splash, though careful not to smother Burilda, who's head was resting on the surface of the creek, he kicked out his own front leg, splashing Wilga before dancing backwards as quickly as the water would allow. He then sprang from the creek, shaking his thick mane out of his face, and danced, inviting the mares to join him.

[{ Opal }]

Wilga was indeed impressed by Kurruk's magnificent rear; his beige coat, tinted to become tawny, seemed to glow in he sun, while his darkened legs- topped off with sharp white socks- highlighted his body wonderfully. For a moment Wilga grew still, her head lifted admiringly, but then Kurruk dropped down with a splash. Wilga leapt away to avoid getting hit by the cascade of water, but it made little difference, as Kurruk's strong kick sent a thick spray down the chestnut's back. Wilga shook herself and snorted, trying to get the droplets from tickling her muzzle whiskers, but her attention was soon drawn back to the sabino stallion. Wilga looked at Kurruk a bit teasingly as he carried himself out of the water, and began to prance with high steps, spinning a proud dance. Unable to resist, Wilga came out after him, and started bounding around him in circles, matching her own steps to his.

Burilda was not very stricken by Kurruk's rear; not that she didn't appreciate it, it was just that looks held little importance to her, and as far as she was concerned, Kurruk was still a bachelor. As he came down, he did make an effort to not disturb the creek for Burilda's sake, but all the same she did find the sloshing water up her nose. Burilda brought up her head sharply and sputtered, then turned to give Kurruk a somewhat scathing look. She meant nothing by it of coarse, and one could tell it was only a half-hearted glare.
As Kurruk bounced out of the creek and started prancing alongside the shore, inviting both mares to join, Burilda was less than enthusiastic. In fact, she glanced at him as if to say, "Not this time, casanova." Burilda was feeling a bit cheeky today, more so than usual, and was perhaps not completely at home with Kurruk- a spirited, young stallion, completely innocent but brazen all the same.

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The pale stallion was delighted as Wilga left the creek to join him in his carefree dance. Happily, he half-reared and then dropped down, pranced a circle around the chestnut mare. He had a feeling that Burilda was less than impressed by his dancing, a suspicion only confirmed by her withering glance. But the pale grullo stallion didn't really mind. Burilda could act mature if she wanted, as long as Wilga joined him he was happy.

He knew and respected that the mares were, as of yet, simply travelling with him, that they were not really members of his herd so to speak. Yet he hoped sweet Wilga would decide to stay with him. Burilda he was not so sure about. It wasn't that he wouldn't love to have the black mare with him, but sometimes he got the feeling that she was merely tolerating his boisterous behaviour. The mare was a good few years older than him anyway, she may well wish to be with a stallion more apt to settling down. Kurruk wasn't to be dragged down by these thoughts now though, no, he was having too much fun. Daringly, he spun about, then looking for a good place, sprung across the creek. Standing on the other side he called for Wilga to join him.

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Wilga had every intention of remaining with Kurruk; there was no reason not to, and besides, she was having fun! The chestnut mare, her coat stained dark by the water, whinnied in delight as Kurruk fled across the water. A chase, was it? At the sabino's beckoning call, Wilga plunged in after him, but was surprised to find her legs too heavy to lift. In her glee she had not even noticed herself tiring; she would be fine, of course, just needed a rest. So the mare came to a stop in the middle of the creek, the chilly water swirling around her middle. While catching her breath, Wilga glanced meekly at Kurruk. "I guess I don't have as much stamina as you," she admitted. The mare's body was heavier in build than Kurruk's, testimony to some outlandish breed. But suddely something caught Wilga's eye, and her head jerked abruptly to her right. "Kurruk...?"
Burilda had vanished! Wilga's gaze flitted back and forth, searching for the familiar black figure, but there was no sign of her presence. Wilga's first reaction to this was worry. Could something bad have happened? No; Burilda would surely have given a sign of her distress. Wilga now felt sharp pangs strike her heart. So Burilda had left them. She had left without even saying good-bye! Confusion and sorrow passed unheeded across Wilga's face, as she peered around her still, hoping desperately that the queer black mare would show up.

[yaruka]

When Wilga made to follow him across the river, the grulla stallion spun about bounding away in hopes of enticing the filly to a game of chase. But a splashing in the water made him turn and to his surprise he saw Wilga standing, apparently exhausted, in the creek. With a low nicker of gentle amusement he walked back over to her and extended his nose, nuzzling her gently. "I guess I don't have as much stamina as you," said the chestnut mare, looking defeated.
"That's alright" replied Kurruk cheerfully, "It's too hot to play for too long any way." He was just about to reenter the creek beside the mare when Wilga's sweet voice caught his attention. Looking at her he could plainly see concern in her gentle eyes and atypical anxiety flared in him. What had upset Wilga so? But then he followed her gaze to see that where Burilda had been before, there was now no one. Snorting, Kurruk preformed a quick visual search about him but he could see no sign of the black mare. Burilda must have slipped away while they had been playing...Guilt clouding his lively gaze he dropped his head "I'm sorry Wilga," he said "I think she must have left." Slowly he waded into the water, going over to nuzzle the chestnut mare along her withers. He was certain that Burilda had not left against her will, he may have been distracted by his game but he wouldn't have missed a source of danger.

OOC: ughhh, can't write for this thread today I guess :/

[{ Opal }]

Distressed by the mare's disappearance, Wilga turned toward Kurruk, seeking solace. Her ears couldn't help but prick forward in alarm as she noticed the look of guilt on the stallion's face. "I'm sorry Wilga," he said sorrowfully. "I think she must have left." Wilga's nostrils trembled and flared, unsettled by the thought of upsetting Kurruk by her own worry. And the loss of Burilda, her only friend at the moment, was a hard adjustment. The flaxen chestnut, now feeling torn between going to Kurruk, and keeping to herself, hesitated in the water. She shifted her weight from hoof to hoof restlessly, muscles bunched up and tense.

But luckily Kurruk made her decision for her, and crossed the span of water to come up to her side. By now Wilga had chosen to not let her sadness show, and feigned a certain degree of well-being at the stallion's comforting touch. "It's alright," she said, surprising even herself by the lightheartedness in her voice. The mare then looked around at her surroundings, still clinging to the hope that Burilda might pop up, and realized that the sun was low; almost touching the distant treetops, in fact. But suddenly the incoming nightfall held no importance to Wilga; she felt oddly disconnected, maybe even a little betrayed.

Wilga stifled a lonely sigh, and glanced at Kurruk, doing her best to appear sound. "Well, shall we stay here for the night, then?" she asked him, tilting her head questioningly. And as Wilga stood there, feeling her back dry under the sun's last breaths of light, and staring at that magnificent sabino, she felt her sadness start to ebb.

OOC: New thread? We can have Wilga's pregnancy show, so we don't get behind. =)