Seeking Adventure (WARRAH, OPEN)

[stormsnow]

A young stallion was making his way up the slope of Mount. Kosciusko. The wind moaned around him, tossing his mane and tail this way and that.
He looked back at his companion, a young mousy-brown mare. Warrigal whickered encouragingly, "We're almost there, Warrah. We'll find a cave, or somewhere sheltered, you'll see."
The wind became stronger, more intese, and howled with renewed fury, as if scorning the buckskin's words. Warrigal dug his hooves into the rocky ground, and suddenly something icy cold touched his cheek. Snow! It stretched before them like a great white blanket. It had been there for about a day. But now, more snow was falling. Please don't let it turn into a blizzard! The young stallion thought desperately. I don't want Warrah to die up here!

[yaruka]

OOC: Yay! Warrah and Warrigal <3

BIC:

Warrah followed Warrigal closely, trusting him to lead them to safety but not risking getting left behind. This territory was new to her and to get lost in the impending snowstorm would surely mean death. But in spite of the predicament facing the two young horses Warrah was not consumed by worry. Warrigal would find somewhere to shelter, she knew he would. And there was no point in wasting energy despairing over their situation; it wouldn’t help them get to safety any sooner.

She could feel the barely concealed despair rolling off Warrigal like waves, and reaching forwards the queerly coloured mare nuzzled the stallion gently. “Fear not, dear Warrigal. I know you will find somewhere where we will be safe.” Warrah was devoted and trusting, to her detriment in some cases. But in Warrigal she had found a trustworthy mate, and she didn’t want him to stress over their safety. Devotedly, the brown mare walked after the stallion, long mane lifted in the breeze. Flakes of snow caught in it, crystallizing on her dark coat but still she did not worry. Warrigal seemed on the verge of panic, but Warrah just whispered to him “Have faith.” She wanted to reach shelter as much as he did, but it was not in her nature to worry in excess. Her main concern at the moment was that Warrigal didn’t hurt himself hurrying up this slope.

[stormsnow]

OOC: Yes! The two W's ;D

"Have faith." Warrah's voice was like a lullaby, and it soothed the stallion more than anything else would have in the current situation. Her faith in him helped too. He pushed on through the snow, bowing his head against the wind. The snow was up to his belly now, and he stamped a path through it for his mate to follow. Narrowing his eyes, he thought he saw through the snow the outline of another horse. Telling himself he would deal with it when they reached the top, he pressed on, looking back to check on Warrah every second-second.

[yaruka]

OOC: sorry for the wait


Warrigal needn't have concerned himself too much with his mare's welfare, Warrah was actually faring quite well given the circumstances. True, she was a small mare, definately not as tall as Warrigal and thus it was harder for her to push through the snow. But the stallion's tracks ahead of her made it easier on the little mare, and her relatively long legs helped her cover the ground more easily.

A moment's hesitation on the buckskin stallion's part caught her attention, and she too paused a moment to see a faint silhouette up ahead. Was there another wayward horse up here in the mountains during this snow storm? Or was it the ghost of Thowra she could see as the wind he was named for picked up and tossed her mane and tail? Either way, there shouldn't be too much cause for distress, true, the two of them stood out like sore thumbs in the white landscape, but what fool stallion would challenge Warrigal in this weather?

[stormsnow]

OOC: It's fine! Sorry for the long wait too...

BIC: The wind was getting stronger, and snow slapped agaist Warrigal's skin, making the buckskin feel like countless fragments of glass had been thrown at him. He bent his head, and continued on. After about a minute he reached the top, and he called down, "Warrah, are you okay?"

[yaruka]

OOC: no problem

BIC: "Im fine, Warrigal," said Warrah quite cheerfully as she bounded up the last few feet of the slope. True, her legs ached and her skin felt numb, but she was with her mate and alive, and was therefore happy. She nuzzled him once affectionately before peering around her, eyes squinting against the onslaught of frozen flakes.
"Is that a cave that I see?" she asked the stallion, nodding towards a faint rockface to her right.

[aquiladorado]

OOC: Well, here we go! It kind of takes place slightly beforehand and during your previous posts, but I think it should work out ;)

'Come, little one, we have not much farther to go.' The great White-Bellied Sea Eagle squinted through the swirling snow ahead of her. 'We shall stop and rest for the night. I sense a storm coming on.'

Behind her, the pale-coated mare was almost invisible amidst the snow. The horse and eagle had already made the treacherous climb up Mount. Kosciusko in advance, although what they hoped to find at the summit of its steep slopes they did not, and the weather was becoming too unpredictable to risk the journey back down the mountain. The normally exhausting climb had been successful for the mare, thanks to her keen-eyed companion, and the two of them managed to find a cave that retreated a fair ways into the sturdy rock where they were offered shelter against the storm and intended to spend the night.

As the mare stood at the face of the cave, watching the starts of the blizzard form beyond her, she questioned "Why did I even have to agree to this voyage, Guyra, when I can tell that you already knew the herd had moved on?" The white eagle chuckled to herself, without opening her eyes. "Because the adventure is good for you, dear one." Guyra stretched out her wings and drifted over to the cave entrance where she perched on an outstretch of rock. The mare let out a sigh, her head lowered to the cold floor. "I don't see how getting caught in a snow storm is particularly a learning experience." "Have patience, and you will find what I mean."

The huge bird stiffened. She extended her head to the very edge of the cave, and then sprung out into the white abyss. Shocked, the mare trotted after her. "Guyra! What insanity is this? How do you expect to simply -" "Over here, little one," interrupted the eagle. "Quiet now, they approach." The gentle eyes of the mare widened in horror as she slowly neared the descending slope of the mountain. Upon its inclines, two figures struggled against the storm. They were horses, a stallion and his mare, and they were quickly drawing closer to the summit. The stallion glanced up and froze in his tracks, and AquilaDorado snorted in protest at the possibility of being seen. "Go now, though they mean you no harm. Just to be safe, I will verify their intentions for such a climb in this weather. But I promise you will be safe."

The mare retreated into the cave, shaking in fear, just waiting to come face to face with these new arrivals...

[stormsnow]

Warrigal nodded back. "I think so," he replied, and trotted towards it. Now he could see that there was a pale-coloured mare inside the cave. The buckskin neighed, "Hello?"

[yaruka]

Just as Warrigal moved off towards the cave, an unusual looking bird swooped down out of the snowy sky, hovering above the two horses, almost assessing them it seemed to Warrah. The sooty rabicino mare looked up at it curiously, nickering a greeting to it as it hovered above their heads. Seeing that Warrigal had already moved off, Warrah sprang into a trot to follow him, long legs churning through the thick snow.

When she caught up to Warrigal, he had stopped just outside the cave, ears pricked forwards curiously. Hello? he called and Warrah peered around him to see a cream coloured mare inside, perhaps it was she they had seen at the crest of the slope? Warrah nickered her own greeting, blinking snow out of her eyes as the storm above raged suddenly more bitter.

[aquiladorado]

OOC: Sorry it took so long for not a very impressive piece of writing

AquilaDorado watched as the stallion poked his head into her supposed sanctuary. She backed up as far as she could in the cave, although it was not far enough. There was no way she could ever try to blend in with the dark rock that contrasted against her bright coat, and there were no means of escape from her current imprisonment. She silently cursed the eagle under her breath, and met the buckskin stallions gaze. 'Hello?' he called to her, probably wondering if she was indeed flesh and bone. She could tell by the shine in his eyes and the tone of his voice that he was not only curious but slightly scared, for she assumed he thought she might be the ghost of the great Thowra. She could not blame him as the legends of the Silver Stallion were common among these parts of the land, but she couldn't help but wish she were some sort of ghost and could merely disappear before the two horses (as the mare had come to stand at the entrance to the cave beside her stallion).

Guyra folded her wings and landed on her outcrop of rock at the front of the cave, careful not to frighten the newcomers. She eyed up their damp coats and the icicles that had formed on their whiskers and shivered. "Come now, hurry yourselves into this cave before we all freeze to death out here." She peered into the darkness to see the glaring eyes of AquilaDorado staring back at her. Guyra couldn't help but smile as she heard the hateful words of the mare ringing through her head. She ignored them as she knew what she was doing for her was important. Before the stubborn mare would know it she'd be washing the eagle in a flood of thanks. At least that's what Guyra hoped...