Wise O' Bush ((OPEN))

[KAREE]

Through the night the world was less dominate, less loud, more secretive. It seemed like it was the perfect time for sneaking around and intruding other herds. Though Kalti thought nothing of it. Its usual chilling breeze and soft pad of snow didn't pull him into the secretive spy mode. That wasn't him. Simple as that. He drifted in and out of the tall snow gums, not caring where he tread. Why would a horse need to take cover at night, when the temperature seemed almost below zero? There would be no threat of man tonight. The red dun colt drifted away from the line of trees, his head lowering to a patch of greenary sticking out of a mound of snow. Gingerly he nibbled at its strands. The winter was harsh as usual, but spring was coming, Kalti knew. The lessening of snow and the rushing of rivers was the first sign. And Kalti, for one, was very excited. It would mean another year had pasted, meaning his second year was coming up very soon.

Kalti was so absorbed in his thinking that he hadn't caught the faint thud, thud, thud until it was right next to him. He jumped, shying away from the giant creature. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." The sound came from an old male Kangaroo. Suddenly Kalti felt very stupid and small against the two foot kangaroo. "Greetings O wise Kangaroo, I did not hear you come up." He was embarrassed, lowering his head to the ground like the idiot he was. "Humpf." Was the reply from the roo, "You should be more careful young one, even though the air is cool, Spring is coming. Man will be about." He followed up. Kalti nodded, he knew that, "I know, but what would man be doing, being out so late at night when there is no stars and the temperature is freezing?" He asked, he knew he was challenging the Kangaroo, he knew that he shouldn't, he also knew that the words from the creatures of bush are those of great wisedom and should not be ignored. "Man have no limits." And with that the Kangaroo bounded away. Stumped for a moment, Kalti tried to work out what the roo had actually meant. Man definately have no limits, but to what extent would they go to trying to catch the wild brumbies? Confused even more, Kalti took the Kangaroo's words of warning, he too a step back into the line of trees, unnerved by the fact that man could be out roaming the Ramshead without him even knowing about it.

[Ehetere]

Jirrand cantered silently and unerringly through the many trees on the Ramshead. The air was cool; chilling even, but there was a thrill of energy in the mountains; spring was coming. His special night vision allowed him to see with almost perfect clarity the ground and ridges in front of him - and there was no need to shut his eye against the glare of the sun. The gently breeze that had been blowing through the trees brought the scent of another young colt; though Jirrand thought younger than himself, as he was nearly a stallion now. He went even more quietly than before; threading through the trunks and branches and being sure not to snap a stick with a hoof. The quiet murmurings of conversation met his ear, but as yet he was too far away to comprehend what was being said. So Jirrand crept ever closer. Before he could reach the place that he though the colt was, a kangaroo passed him, looking startled to find a brumby sneaking through the night. However this kangaroo barked a warning as he went on his way, and Jirrand knew that the colt, whom this kangaroo had surely been talking to, would now be on alert for danger. So he slipped around on a ridge and peeked through the trees to where the young red dun was standing with his ears pricked and all senses strained to be aware of some unknown danger.

[KAREE]

Kalti stood, along the edge of the trees, still a bit stumped by what the kangaroo had said. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, he would have to be more careful from now on. He looked up at the moons light, acting like a softer sun. The light left the world so much more beautiful. It would be a real pitty if he was caught, all freedom lost... Another gentle breeze washed over him like the waves of a beach, but it was softer and less rougher. He nosed the air, smelling the many different scents, the gum trees, the wet snow, the running water...he was so consumed by those smells that Kalti felt himself step out again into the open. He pranced, feeling light and swift. This must have been what it felt like for Thowra, the Great Silver Brumby; having the wind guide him on his quests, saving him from the man's wraith.

His hooves danced in the snow, even though he definately wouldn't look like the great Thowra dancing around under the moonlight, with his coat shining. He felt that, but he couldn't help consume his engery. He reared, and pranced down the gentle slope for a bit, before coming back up it galloping. He felt as swift as the spear he was named for, flying through the air. He slide to a halt, his quarter horse breeding doing him justice in the movement. His short, rough mane whipped around his neck. He felt so proud. He slinked back into the shadows of the night, leaving with a faint whicker; as he wasn't about to risk neighing loudly into the sky like a howling wolf. He'd already risked so much already. Just as he reached the edge of the forest again, Kalti caught the faint whiff of another horse. His muscles tightened as his head started whipping around wildly, his ears never staying in one place for too long. This time he let out a low neigh. The worry had sprung back up into his bones again, he felt guilty for ignoring the kangaroo's word when he had just vowed to himself he would be more careful. "Who is there?" He called again, this time his voice sounded more anxious than before.


OOC|| Hehe, its crap. Enjoy lol.

[Ehetere]

Jirrand watched the young colt dance and prance around and around. He seemed to be glorying in what the future held, or perhaps the magnificence of the past. Either way, Jirrand did not expose himself and interrupt the colt's dancing. All the same, after his encounter with the little brown mare; Tallerk, he was bolder around horses, and felt that perhaps he should be dancing in the moonlight, since the moon was his soul; light in darkness. His coat was always quicksilver and lovely in the light of the moon; and now he was almost old enough to collect a herd of his own, maybe he should gain some experience, even if it was only play fighting or even learning how to deal with less than friendly horses. But Jirrand was tired from his travels, despite the invigoration light that washed over the world and was about to move on when the faintest gust of wind blew his scent to the red colt's nostrils.

The colt's dancing abruptly stopped; and his muscles became tense and tight; his stance cautious and wary. "Who is there?" called the colt; his voice echoing in the silence. Suddenly impulsive; wanting to do something unexpected and dangerous; Jirrand sprang gracefully out of the trees and clearly into the sight of the red dun colt. He then reared on his hind legs; and called to the night sky and the moon; "I am Jirrand, always Feared!" His neigh rang out long and clear, but it had changed since he had last used it, and it was talking more of his mother's tone, that wild, mysterious noise that could be the howling wind of a storm. Jirrand then dropped back on to all fours again; and stood stock still, muscles trembling in anticipation and head thrown magnificently up. He was a silver and cream statue in the moonbeams, showing more of his Silver ancestry than that of the Nighrunners. Would the colt fight him? Would he try and chase him through the darkness and shadows? Jirrand waited tensely for the colts response, his red eye catching the light and flashing in a way that could have been interpreted by another horse as menacing and frightening.

[KAREE]

Kalti's heart raced as he jumped back, watching a silver and cream stallion emerge from the trees so close to him. In that instance he thought Thowra had come back from the dead, or had chosen the Ramshead range for where his ghost would roam. The figure reared, screaming out to the world, his name Jirrand slowly awakened Kalti out of his hallucinations about the great king.

Kalti's ears went back against his neck, his nostrils flared as he tried to take in what had just happened. Annoyance flickered across his eyes and he tossed his head back, the whites of his eyes showing. By dancing and prancing across the scenery like the legendary Thowra might have once, Kalti had exposed himself to another threat he hadn't expected to happen: Another stallion. Though Kalti would have nothing this stallion wanted for he was too young to start a herd of his own, Kalti sensed there was more behind the stallions terrifying behaviour.

Stepping up, his ears still pinned, Katli then took his turn, "I am Kalti!" He snarled, it was like a muffled booming of a stereo, as his voice was loud, but it held back the fierceness and volume the other stallion had. He took another step forward, hesitating as the sheen from one of Jirrand's eyes was red. What was he? What sort of horse had a red eye? Kalti took a closer look at the stallion. His creamy coat glittered and shone under the moonlight, as well as the silver hairs on his body. He seemed to be one of a mixed anscestory, one Kalti wouldn't have heard much of. Compared to this stallion, Kalti's pale red dun body had nothing. He realised after a moment that his front hoof was still in the air, where he had hesitated, this time it came down with a soft thud against the snow. If this stallion wanted to fight, than so be it.

[Ehetere]

Jirrand snorted and pawed the ground. He was in the mood for something exciting, possibly due to the approach of spring and the rush of adrenaline that it brought. He let out a quiet mocking call, daring Kalti to come closer. He was planning to lead him on a fantastic chase over the Ramshead at midnight, and perhaps spar a little along the way. Running was even more exhilarating when you had someone on your tail.

So to provoke the colt into following him, Jirrand began to dance and rear; conserving his energy as much as possible but at the same time trying to be graceful and beautiful. Anything that may make the red dun want to chase him. And so Jirrand pranced and danced and pirouetted and reared, all for the light of the moon, longing to run with no restraint and to stretch his muscles to their limit. How else was he supposed to become a strong stallion.

OOC: Sorry for the short post *dies*

[KAREE]

He watched Jirrand prance around infront of him. The way he danced made Kalti jealous, though he knew nothing of the feeling at the time, it just seemed like an unfair hatred for the silver horse. His eyes watched as Jirrand preformed multiple movements infront of him, prancing, rearing, and dancing some more in the glorious moonlight.

The red dun threw his head up into the air, tossing his short, rough mane off of his neck. He rose halfway up into the air, before landing back on all fours, he tossed his head again. This time Kalti didn't hesitaite when he advanced on the dancing stallion, he ignored the fact that he was different from most other horses, for the moment he was just another stallion getting on his nerves.

He arched his neck and flexed his muscles, slowly prancing toward the waiting stallion. A short infuriated nicker fell from his nostrils, before he began to speed up.

OOC|| Its no problem

[Ehetere]

Jirrand watched carfeully as the red approached, but otherwise did not react, he just kept on dancing never in one place for more than an instant; always moving. The colt would not be able to strike him while he was dancing unless he came so close as to put himself in range too. Jirrand had learnt many of the tricks of fighting when he was a youngster, and was no fool when it came to tactics. He knew that the other horse would have real difficulty seeing in dark places and would be slower to react in the half light. But all the same, his pale coat would show up more than another horses, and fortunately he had no trouble at all seeing the red dun at all, especially with his red eye.

Jirrand continued to dance towards the treeline, so gradually and slowly that unless you were watching very carefully, you would have not known it was happening. He was like a ghost, floating along the ground and was one with the night and the moon and the shadows. These were his allies, and until now he had never thought, or had the opportunity, to use them properly. And then there was his speed and sure-footedness; unlike any other's in the night - he would not fall and stumble over hidden things or lame himself over rough terrain.

Kalti continued to advance; getting ever faster, but Jirrand still was dancing; luring the colt closer. He was waiting for the perfect moment when the colt may try to get past him or strike a blow. The Jirrand would really be able to put his strength and cunning to the test.

OOC: Are these two going to properly fight or is it just going to be a bit of play. Because if it is a real fight; we have to PM Tiggs about it

[KAREE]

OOC|| Post coming in the morning. Erm it will probably be a bit of play, cause i'd like Kalti to gain some experience.

[Ehetere]

OOC: If you want him to gain experience, there has to be an official fight with clear winner and loser; else you won't get anything out of it. Just the way the system works aparently; but you get points for winning and losing if you want experience for him. If we do end up proper fighting, we can still rp it however we like so long as it doesn't contradict what Tiggs had come up for us. You should read the horse fighting section in the Order of the Outback for more info Btw; sorry for Jirrand being so weird. The moon does funny things to his mind ;D