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Post by tingara on Jul 2, 2009 12:10:18 GMT
Cool autumn wind blowing through his mane, the sun shining on his back and a beautiful mare grazing at his side was all Koora could ask for in life. On this beautiful day the cocky sun stallion was content with what he had. There were no delusional thoughts of grandeur and moon fillies, just thoughts of Baragoola and the foal she carried. The responsibilities of being a lead stallion and sire had calmed Koora down over the last few months. It had been a shock at first to have to worry about someone’s wellbeing over his own but the silver bay had taken to it with gusto and had found it quite easy in the end.
Absently Koora began to nibble his mate’s withers before moving to grooming her behind the ears. Baragoola the shy rarity and Koora the boisterous sun stallion were complete opposites of each other but for some reason the two got along better than anyone could have expected. Baragoola calmed him and taught him to listen while he liked to think he was helping her to come out of her shell a bit more. The silver bay took care to sniff at Baragoola’s swollen belly; he still couldn’t believe there was another horse inside the mouse dun mare.
”We should think about moving to lower country soon as the weather grows colder,” Koora said softly, staring at the mountains that surrounded the small flat the two grazed upon. His first winter as a provider and protector, how exciting. Koora hadn’t quite grasped the idea that winter meant danger and Baragoola and the unborn foal would need him then more than ever.
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Post by Ehetere on Jul 2, 2009 12:34:16 GMT
Baragoola sighed happily and turned her head to nicker gently at Koora as he started grooming her withers. She went back to grazing then; filling her belly with good mountain grass to sustain both her and her foal. It was hard to believe that in such a short amount of time she had become the only mare in a young stallion’s herd and would soon be a mother. Her life with Koora, the Sun Stallion, had been far more peaceful than her time alone, and certainly more pleasant than her herd life as a filly. She was content; an amazing feat that she never thought that she would be able to achieve in a world where everyone ignored her. But now this gleaming golden colt had shown her the light, so to speak.
”We should think about moving to lower country soon as the weather grows colder,” he murmured, and Baragoola lifted her head and nodded silently in agreement. They were quite high up on the mountain range, and although there was good grass a plenty for two hungry brumbies, the weather could change swiftly and without warning, and she knew the wisdom in his words.
An eagle swooped over head, and Baragoola flinched badly as the unexpected shadow passed over her. Although being with Koora had soothed her; she still primarily had a timid nature, and on occasion still felt like creeping unseen into the cover of the bush. Perhaps it was the openness of this place; but the slightest noise made her coat prickle. She couldn’t help it. She was not one used to wide open spaces like this; and although Koora made her feel almost completely and utterly safe, there was always that hint of terror that stayed with her always, waiting to waken at the slightest provocation.
“It’s so open here,” she commented in a whisper, even though there was no need to since there were no other creatures for miles. How could there be, and why would they be there anyway? It was a pretty harsh landscape for more than a couple of horses, and why would any desire to come up here when there was much better grazing elsewhere? Baragoola suspected that Koora had brought her here to allay her fears of running into other herds of horses, but all the same she was nervous and worried. She turned her head over to the golden stallion and nuzzled her head into his shoulder for comfort, because if Koora said it was alright then surely it must be so. |
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Post by tingara on Aug 7, 2009 4:54:22 GMT
Koora too dropped his head to graze, keeping his nose close to Baragoola’s as he did so. The grass here was sweet and plentiful for the two of them but soon there would be the snows to compete with. If they wanted to bring a third horse into the world the lower country would be the safest place to do so. The Sun Stallion didn’t even dare to think about losing Baragoola and their unborn foal. Every time he did it sent shivers up his spine.
He shot a glance at the mouse dun mare’s belly. It was becoming increasingly swollen and the realisation was dawning on the silver bay that he had caused that. He was to become a sire soon, a thought that both excited him and terrified him. Lazily he grazed away from the mare, russet ears flicking to and fro on alert for danger. The great eagle overhead made the stallion flinch along with the mare.
“Maybe it is a little too open here,” Koora agreed with Baragoola. The wind howled through the clearing, bending and twisting the snowgums as though trying to keep something concealed from the horses behind their gnarled branches. The silver bay’s hide pricked with unease as he swung his head around to see if he could spot something amongst the ghost white trees. He couldn’t help but feel as though something unseen was watching the two of them. He wished he had Balun here to tell him to stop being a paranoid idiot but unfortunately he was on his own.
”Maybe we should go south this afternoon. Only if you have enough strength for the journey that is,” Koora whickered to the mare, deep in thought. He had no idea where to go from here but he knew in which direction south lay so he supposed that he would just start from there and go wherever south took them.
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