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Post by yaruka on Jun 15, 2009 2:26:57 GMT
On the wide expanse of The Brogla’s Country grazed a solitary mare. Despite her aloneness she appeared neither nervous nor lonely as she cropped at the grass, her thick and long black forelock covering her eyes as she grazed. Occasionally she would raise her head to look about, impatiently shaking the hair out of her eyes. She didn’t seem to be looking for anything in particular, just watching. Then she would return to the grass, supremely unconcerned with the noises in the brush behind her.
From time to time a fly would land on her sooty buckskin coat and the mare would reply with a shiver of her skin. But apart from this minor action, Warawara was virtually immobile, not even moving about to browse for the better grass until the area around her muzzle was cropped short.
This wasn’t her first night in the High Country, though she hadn’t been here long. The strange mare had come from caves to the south of here, and before that mountains to the west. Though only four years of age, Warawara had moved around a lot. She had spent her time getting to know this new area before finally emerging into the open to graze. She had met no other horses in her wanderings here, likely because she had avoided the herds like the plague. The sooty mare had no intentions of getting pushed around by a hot-shot stallion. Slowly but steadily, the mare continued to graze her way across the little plateau.
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Post by stormsnow on Jun 15, 2009 7:47:15 GMT
Kaie was having a happy time alone with Sia. Both he and his filly had been in the wide expanse of the Brolga's Country for a few days now. He trotted up a slope, to a small plateu, on which grazed a solitary mare. He neighed, "Greetings, O grey mare." he was not the pushy type, and he checked that Sia was still with him before beginning to graze.
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Post by KAREE on Jun 15, 2009 9:01:25 GMT
Head down, Sia cropped at the grass, slowly following her bay stallion, Kaie. She was definately in no hurry to catch up to her free roaming stallion. Though she kept a close eye on him as she had soon learnt that he was quick to pick a fight, even if he wasn't sure whether there was actually a challenging horse.
The sun shone down over them, heating her bones as she moved along. Her coat had gotten back its soft shine and she was pleased that she no longer had huge clumps of winter coat still clinging on her. Lifting her head at her Kaie's neigh, Sia rolled her eyes. Typical. He could never seem to shut his mouth. Big mouthed stallion he was. Sighing she finished off her mouthfull of grass before walking up the slope and stepping up onto the mini plateau. She walked to Kaie's side to see what had caused Kaie to neigh. For a moment, she let her eyes skim over and past the sooty buckskin mare, not really noticing her until she shivered her skin. It was odd how an action so small could make one really take a look. Sia didn't call her greetings though. She just put her head down again to start grazing once more at the grass.
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Post by yaruka on Jun 15, 2009 23:00:21 GMT
A stallion's neigh ran out loud and bold through the morning air but the only reaction the buckskin mare gave was to flick her ears briefly in his direction. It was a greeting, but as was typical of Warawara, she did not reply. From the edge of her gaze she saw the bay drop his head to the grass and be joined moments later by another mare. Unconcerned, Warawara continued her grazing as though the others had never arrived. The plateau was big enough for all of them.
Browsing her muzzle delicately over the ground she pulled at the green shoots at random, not picking and choosing as most horses would. She didn't have time for fussiness. Warawara was a queer horse. The wind picked up and now not even Warawara's skin moved for the bugs had been chased off by the sudden breeze. Even her thick mane and tail seemed to move less than a regular horses, as though the stocky mare was somehow impervious to the regular going ons of life.
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Post by stormsnow on Jun 16, 2009 6:05:50 GMT
Kaie was not concerned when the mare didn't reply. He wasn't self centered;he could wait. He grazed his way slowly toward her, and about after tem minutes, he was about half a metre away from her. The bay nickered softly, "Hello there, I am Kaie. May I approach?"
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Post by KAREE on Jun 16, 2009 9:59:59 GMT
Sia looked down to see whether what the mare thought of their arrival and immediately disliked the mare. Sia's ears went back, she didn't like snooty mares. Especially ones that ignored the approach of other horses. After all Kaie had been polite enough to greet her from a far instead of striding into her personal space and being right in her face.
The chestnut mare flicked her dark tail at her flanks and totally ignored Kaie when he approached the mare. It felt as though he was betraying her, by ignoring her and going over to O snooty one. She shook her head to rid herself of the growing population of flies. She stamped her back legs, but kept tearing at the grass; while keeping one eye on Kaie and the other mare, she wasn't going to steal him from her anytime soon and if she tried to flirt and be all over him, Sia would just knock her back into her place.
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Post by yaruka on Jun 16, 2009 23:44:34 GMT
From out of the corner of her eye Warawara watched the bay stallion steadily come closer. Still not reacting to his prescense, the mare continued to graze until he stopped, only a few feet away.
Finally, the sooty mare raised her head slowly as the stallion spoke, gazing quizzically at the bay. His polite words were unexpected. Still, the mare did not speak, though she did nod politely, dark gaze not quite meeting the other's eyes but instead roving all about them.
As she watched their surroundings the buckskin noticed that the other mare appeared huffy and disgruntled. Warawara almost snorted in amusement at that. The mare was alone and clearly the bay's mate and therefore jealous. Not only that, but Warawara knew other mares had a tendency to misread her and this mare looked to be no exception. The stocky buckskin could nearly see the thoughts whirring through the chestnut's mind. Warawara was used to be looked at disfavorably by those who thought she was stuffy or arrogant. Mares tended to judge too quickly. Judgemental was one thing that Warawara was not. She took her time, rarely offending, likely because she rarely spoke at all and never seemed to stay in one place.
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Post by stormsnow on Jun 18, 2009 1:22:35 GMT
Kaie was not surprised as the buckskin mare nodded. He trotted forward until he was almost nose-to-nose with her. Tunrning his head, he burred reasuringly to Sia, showing her that he had not forgotten her, and was not rejecting her. Turning back to the mare, he inquired, "What do they call you?" it was a question, and he thought it was fair, since she now knew his name, that he was told what hers was.
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