The colours of a Tasteless Rainbow [Yaruka/C]

[Rivre]

Under the cover of the lush summer branches there stood one lowly filly, dun coat catching often in the rays of light which filtered through the rough canopy. Her frame was neat, and half-exposed to any on-lookers, her stripe-less back baring burden to the shivers which paced her delicate spine and gaze locked firmly on the south.
The wattle flower stirred restlessly in the breeze beside her and swayed in a floating motion to her flank; causing her to start as most things did; she noted the mulberry hides which flickered past her, the eyes and ears of the bush, the Kangaroos.
It had been but an hour or so, and still she wandered alone through the pale ash forest, auburn lobes flickering with uncanny ease as the untamed gales brushed her silken black banner from the sweated arch of her neck.
She had only to call, and others would come running, yet she did not, her darkened legs carrying her willingly down the shaly track. She was a beauty and a prize, and yet she with-held herself from the eyes of others, unless of course, the other was worthy.
Usually during the summer months, she would steer clear of the larger herds, the stallions who sought and sought; to her own heaven, her mountains. For there, there was grazing enough for herself, and protection from the man and his stock-horse.
However, here she was, traveling towards cascades, slowly but surely. The thought startled her and she nearly turned back on herself, back towards home; and yet, she did not.
Today was a day contradiction, for her and for any who may stumble across her sorry form. It was partly her longing for company, and partly because she knew it was the foaling season. Although she did not ultimately prefer mares and fillies of her own age, she had always been able to engage in the play and talk of ones younger than herself.

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[yaruka]

OOC: Hey Rivre, I am so sorry this took me FOREVER to reply to. Do you want to just pretend it’s taking place currently, instead of a Kossy year ago? Unfortunately my reply will have to be really quick as well ;(

BIC:

Baree was lonely. He missed the company of his honorary brothers, first Prisma and Cobalt had left, then Burnum, then Yarran and now even Biangri had gone his own way. The rose grey stallion knew it was natural, that he should probably have a herd of his own now and shun the company of all other colts anyway, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Orphaned at a young age, the gentle stallion had always appreciated company of all sorts, so it was more this loneliness than any other stallion-esque instinct which drove him in search of other brumbies this fine morning.

And as it turned out he was in luck. The silvery stallion could hardly believe his good fortune when between the branches of a snowgum he spotted the shape of a delicate dun filly. A low whicker of greeting escaped his throat as he stopped, head bobbing eagerly and dark eyes bright with good natured friendliness. He would not go any closer just yet, he was a sensitive stallion and could see that the filly was nervous, though he could not imagine that she may be afraid of he himself, being so kind himself Baree was unable to appreciate the damage a brutish stallion could do to a mare’s mind and body.

[Rivre]

Behind her, in the density of bush scrub and wattle, a creature was stirring rock, and Galah heard this almost instantly - freezing in her tracks, ears flickering with unease. Was their another in these trees? Feeling the sweat break out behind her ears, her gaze darted about the surrounding forest, searching.

From somewhere to the side of her, a gentle nicker floated eerily to her straining lobes, and startled she shot backwards, banging her rump on the strange coloured bark of a mountain ash, ears pinned against her skull. Peeking from between two branches she saw the well-disguised hide of a silver grey horse, a stallion - and a handsome one at that. Her own coat of almost dappled dun appearance prickled with anxiety at the thought of being stolen away, but despite the feeling which stirred fear in her belly, she let her stance relax a little and answered his call with a question.
"What 'O grey stallion of this mountain ash forest, is it that you want of me? For I am traveling to the lower country of the Cascades, the place of my birth and the place where perhaps many are headed for this spring. I hear there are a great number of brumbies seeking out the King, but is that what I am doing? No, I seek only the company of another young as myself."

It was true enough, but she did wonder at the black horse Tingara's strength and his wisdom, so perhaps she would search another time for him, to see for herself if he truly was as great as the winds told. Turning her head away from the young silver horse, she felt herself was again caught up in the tide which repeatedly tried to pull her southwards, to the rock and tor of the Ramshead range where she could look down upon this country with a fire burning in her soul. Was this horse so young as to know nothing of a mare's secrecy?

[yaruka]

Baree was mortifiied to see that he had startled the young mare and nearly cringed at her terrified behavior. It was an odd question she asked, and Baree replied cautiously but honestly.
"I want nothing from you, except perhaps the honour of your company," replied Baree, "If you too are lonely then perhaps we may travel together? Tingara is my foster-sire, I would be glad to pay him a visit. He watched her carefully as he spoke, hoping he didn't seem too forward.

[Rivre]

Galah watched with interest the posture of a cautious stallion, not one she had seen much of in this world. Snorting in amusement, she eyed him with bashful certainty, banner swishing to swat away the may flies which so irritated her own hide. It was unusual, this feeling that stirred inside of her- it was almost a hopeful joy, something that sparked an excitment in her, set her heart pumping ten times as fast as before.
"Well then, who am I to deny you? Perhaps I will travel with you a while, down this slope - and see for myself what sort of a horse you are!"

Pushing slowly away from the trunks which partially masked her lean fissure, Galah stepped with small strides towards the grey, whites of her eyes flecking every-so-often - as if another part of her longed to run, and run and never stop. But with a silent near absolute grace she carried on, slowing as she neared him, with only her nose to cross the maze of shrub which held the two apart.

It was time for a change, time for her to be looking for a stallion, maybe even to have foals of her own one day. But first she would have her fun, lead this grey on a while in merry dance.
"My name is Galah, meaning of the grey birds" she nickered softly, ears quelled to stillness at the touch of his nose - one that sent quivering and pure currents of electricity through her veins. Sweat breaking out behind her ears, she revelled once again at the situation, the feeling which remained deep in her stomach, queasy as she watched and waited.

[yaruka]

Baree watched her carefully as she spoke, flicking his soft grey ears as the same flies that irritated the filly flew about them. When the dun decided to trust him he felt his heart rise happily, he had been alone for so long! He would take her challenge, prove to her what a kind and noble stallion he could be. The mare walked towards him slowly, and Baree noted her grace with admiration. His throat vibrated with a gentle nicker as she grew nearer, his body half trembling with the effort of keeping still as she extended her muzzle to his own. Oh how he wanted so suddenly to rush forwards and feel her contact! His months of travelling solo were catching up with him, he had never realised just how lonely he had been!

He too felt a current of electricity rush up through the fine hair on his velvet muzzle as their noses met, streaking across his coat and causing a shiver of excitement to run along his spine. She was the first filly he had met other than his honourary sisters he suddenly realised, and all of a sudden he wanted so desperately to impress her.

Unconciously puffing out his chest he arched his neck so that his mane cascaded down over his crest. He nickered to her again, before his eyes lit with hardly surpressed energy and he slyly reached forwards to tug at her dark mane, pulling at it playfully.

[Rivre]

Galah watched the grey with admiration, soft hairs of her back standing on end with the same burning energy which chorused through Baree's veins, delicate features pulling up into a gentle smile, lashes batting at the irritating spots which slowly became may flies. Dully aware that her cautiousness had all but evapourated, she let a thrilling but quiet whinny bubble through pursed lips, rising in a half rear, fine head tossing silk threads of black and liver bay, and went cantering off at a smart pace, down the shaly track - soundless.

She was almost certian that he would follow, and if he did not, she would wheel back and cavort some more with him in the trees; but now she could see the open light of space ahead, gaze whipping this way and that to check all was well before bursting from the fringe of ash - into the sunlight and the lush snowgrass glade..

[yaruka]

The filly reared up as if to impress and Baree found himself captured by the way the light shone off her coat, and by her delicate beauty. Then she turned and cantered off and Baree lept after her, hard hooves hardly grazing the earth in his light gait. He was careful to try and remain soundless, while the day was beautiful it could always turn sour if they were too careless.

OOC: Do you want to finish up with your post as we are a season behind? Or keep going with this thread? I don't mind