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Post by yaruka on Sept 5, 2009 17:06:52 GMT
Sunlight shimmered on the the clear waters of the swollen Cascade Creek, the snowmelt from the mountains having filled the body of water so that it rushed loudly over the rocks. Beside it a creamy colt pranced and played, filled with the feverish excitement of a young stallion in early spring. Down here by the Cascade Creek the snow had already melted, and though this meant that his silver coat showed up starkly amongst the brush Kareela could not bring himself to worry about hiding at the moment. He was in search of fillies, anxious to get his herd on the way, eager to prove himself worthy.
The bold colt was not above fighting for his first mares, so he made no secret of his location, though his dam would have been concerned had she seen his plain tracks along the creek bed.His movement was still silent though, having inherited his mother's smooth gait and learnt since birth how to move so that he was never heard, whether he was thinking about subtle movement or not. Though his flint hard hooves danced on pebbles, not a clatter or click was heard on this still morning.
Occasionally the colt would stop, head thrown up proudly as the sunlight glimmered on his silver coat, to listen for other horses. It was one such a time that the colt finally had his first inkling of other horses nearby, standing frozen, like a horse made of quartz, he listened intenlty, quivering with excitement. There he stood, waiting for the other horses, for it seemed they were approaching him.
OOC: short, sorry :/
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Post by Tiggs on Sept 5, 2009 17:25:26 GMT
OOC: I did the roll on Yaruka's request. Kareela has 1-4, Mering 5-7. The roll landed on 2! Lucky Kareela is the winner!
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Post by Rivre on Sept 5, 2009 18:05:58 GMT
The scent of wattle flower hung potent in the crisp air, the shadowy figure which hopped among the trees veering left at the bulging river's bank; although she was traveling in no particular direction, she felt the pull every mare did at this time of year, her nerves on edge as she remained but a shadow beside the paling barks. Her black roan coat aided her a little in the task of remaining hidden, but her creamy legs and partially white face held no aid in her diversion, the call of a tree-creeper causing her to start in fright. Walking on she became aware of something lurking lower back in the creeping darkness, making no sound but that of an almost silent rustling of leaves and scrub, the pituri shrub twitching in a effort to hide it's captive. Increasing her pace she tried harder than ever to place her hooves in the neat crevices of other horses tracks, the sharper indents indicating a horse coming by here not too long ago.
Nose in the air she snorted loudly into the natural silence of the bush, a small passage on the shaly rock track opening onto an enlarged part of the bank, and she chose to take her chances with grazing. The soft sweet stems were sharp under-hoof, and as she dropped her head to graze, orbs flickering wildly and lobes rotating, she began to see other traces of her wild brumby cousins. Muzzle hovering above the earth, she ceased to eat once more, for she could sense others closing in around her; her dull black hide tingling with anticipation as she waited, poised for flight.
It wasn't unordinary to find a lone stallion whilst out wandering, if she were lucky in fact. For although she would never admit it, the yearling longed for the company of others. So much so it often became unbearable to be alone, and she would stand, watching sadly from the snowgums, as a stallion gazed mildly around his herd, always protecting, always ready.
As a sudden fear engulfed her, she gave a great sobbing neigh, a foolish move, but a necessary one. The sudden silence behind her gave her reassurance that she was indeed being followed. No, shadowed.
As he wove his way through the mass of encroaching branches, Mering forced himself, out of habit, to remain undetected; all senses trained on the beauty of a filly he was tracking, the occasional flicker of hide causing the sweat, heavy on his neck, to feel all of a sudden colder, like in the height of winter, when it was dangerous for one to be alone.
All of the day and the one previous, he had searched for others. After leaving the illusive will o' a wisp Wilgee and the mysterious roan filly, he had felt the longing for a herd stronger than before; his dagger-like hooves dancing across a track, it was certainly a time for stallions, his blood raging uncontrollably in his veins, neck arched to the crest and body framed for escape if it was to be necessary. Although, he felt truly glorious, it was also a time for injury, as the spring warmth would help to heal any, small or large.
Testing the air, he scented a flicker of warning on the cool breeze, of another stallion close by. On any normal day, Mering would have avoided this obvious confrontation, but this was no ordinary filly, for her beauty was as plain as the sun; if his sire had been there to see his prize, he would have been proud that his son at least held the taste required to have a beautiful but bizarre herd. Slowing his walk, he watch nervously as the filly once again turned, this time into the open, grazing uneasily in the sunlight.
Although the sun shone, it held no warmth, only promise of more biting frosts before it were finally to thaw the ache in every horses limbs. Heightening himself, he held his head high, foreleg poised and mane rippling like that of a tide of water, answering her desperate call with a genteel one of his own.
"Come away with me"
This caused her to spook quite some, but the look in her eyes betrayed the hope; so he came high-stepping from his cover, in all his wonderful splendor.
OOC; Well done Kareela ^^ lol.
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Post by yaruka on Sept 6, 2009 0:39:29 GMT
OOC: OMG- one of my guys actually won a fight roll! lol, that's never happened before. ^^ I'll get on a reply as soon as I can  |
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Post by yaruka on Sept 7, 2009 1:28:33 GMT
Kareela's whole body was focused on the scents of the other horses that he could just barely catch on the soft breeze. When a whinny rang out, the call of a filly, he trembled with excitement. But before he could move off in the direction from whence had come the voice, another, quieter one, met his ears. Another stallion was out in the bush, clearly interested in this filly, but Kareela was not to be intimidated. Proudly, and without fearing the consequences, he answered the filly's call with a bold neigh, one of a young stallion, a colt no longer. "I am Kareela, silver son of Maluka. I will come to you." And with that promise he was off, floating across the ground, silver horse shining in the soft light of the morning. With the two scents now imprinted in his mind, and the help of the whinnies to pinpoint their location, Kareela did not have much difficulty in finding the other two horses. As he approached, quietly but not bashfully, through the brush he thought of what he might do to charm the filly to his side. Of course, if that did not work, he would gladly fight for her. This would be Kareela's first fight, but he was ready. Finally he came upon the other two horses, the filly a dark roan and just as beautiful as he'd imagined, and a silvery grulla coloured colt about his age, or perhaps a year younger. Stepping grandly from the brush, Kareela dipped his head to acknowledge the filly and then the other colt, before nickering softly to the roan, his nostrils trembling only slightly with the gentleness of his greeting. "Greetings, Oh Beautiful Filly. I am Kareela, named for the Wind. May I ask your own name?" He arched his neck proudly as he spoke, semi-conciously showing off for her. He knew he was nearing him prime, and was a splendid stallion, but Kareela was not self-centered. He did, however, intend to impress her. Tossing his head so that his long silver mane cascaded down his neck he glanced once at the stallion, trying to judge how he was taking his sudden appearance and domination of the conversation. OOC: bleck, bleck, bleck. Sorry  But I don't have any time to work on it :/ Guess it's better than nothing *sigh* |
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Post by Rivre on Sept 7, 2009 5:08:27 GMT
xD It's fine Yaruka, no need to worry - I'll post a reply after school.
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Post by Rivre on Sept 8, 2009 5:32:10 GMT
As the silver grulla stallion came high stepping from the cover of the paling snowgums, Kiah had but only seconds to admire his grand shinning hide and delicate grey head, before another of their kind came galavanting onto the scene; creamy canvas glowing in the cool sunlight, the rays to play upon his coat in a glorious manner, he easily took control of the situation, but her eyes remained almost always on the odd silver. Eyes flickering from one stallion to the next, her mind whirled at the prospect of having the choice, backing up a little on their grassy verge, the smart creek flowing like a bulging vein across the land beginning to spit at her black roan coat.
"I am Kiah, named for the beautiful places in which I reside" she thrilled, the hum of her words barely audible above the churning mass of sound that was the bush.
Again, she wondered, if her call had indeed been silly. For to call all the stallions to her, and not expect confrontation was to be foolish in itself...
Tossing his fine silver head, the sun's heatless rays catching in his sparkling orbs, he snorted loudly and angrily at the presence of the creamy stallion, hoof -previously poised- slamming quickly back into the ground, tail swishing as if to bat the annoying may flies, before trotting carefully towards the beautiful almost grey; hide turned slightly so that one eye remained always on the other.
"And a beautiful name that is, fine Kiah, of beautiful places. Come with me" he nickered, nipping her gently on the shoulder. But as he stepped away, coat shinning with health and underlaying muscle rippling without worry, he did indeed appear to guess the fight that was coming, knowing fine well that he looked quite splendid.
Backing up quickly now, he threw himself to one side, again to face the opposing, in a full and mighty rear,
"If you so much as think this filly beautiful, we shall fight. If you so much as look twice at her, we shall fight. If you so much as wish she were yours, we shall fight. But now, half concealed by snowgums, we may fight for our honor and our glory, and the beauty of places in which we can reside only when shown."
OOC: SUCH a bad post, I'm sorry Yaruka, next time it'll be at least half decent....
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Post by yaruka on Sept 21, 2009 20:08:49 GMT
OOC: No worries, it's fine And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply :/ I've been really busy at the moment. Kareela had been keeping one ear trained on the grulla stallion, but as the filly spoke both of his ears flickered forwards to catch her delicate voice. The other stallion beat him to an answer, but Kareela was not about to be outdone. "Kiah is indeed a beautiful name, as is only fitting for such a beautiful mare as yourself," he said to her, flicking his ears back briefly at the other stallion's angry snort. Suddenly the grulla swung about into a rear, challenging him to a fight if he should look at the roan filly. Kareela snorted dismissively, what right did this stallion have to automatically assume ownership of Kiah? What about her own choice? But Kareela was ready to fight, he would not shy away from the challenge. But first, glancing boldly at the other colt, he nickered gently to Kiah. Then he turned back to Mering and spoke: "You know what," he said "I do think her beautiful, and I do wish she would come with me." Then the creamy looked back at the mare, for it was she they would fight over, so surely she need be included in this discussion. "Beautiful indeed you are, and it is for that reason that we shall fight for you, if you will permit the winner the honour of joining him," he said to the filly, concious of Mering's angry prescense behind him, but not that worried about it. |
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Post by Rivre on Sept 23, 2009 11:48:24 GMT
The winds seemed to push at Mering’s grey hide, calling to him, whipping up through bare steel legs; legs that would carry him if he were to flee. Yet he was not. His words seemed to fall on deaf ears, and he wondered momentarily if the other stallion believed his thoughts to be stupid ones. Up close Mering could tell he was at least a year older than him, perhaps even more developed than he, and he pondered, frozen in mid-air, whether this filly was truly worth his trouble.Dropping to his hooves, he eyed the other uneasily, before letting his gaze flicker to the black roan, “What have you to say?” he nickered, neck arching proudly as he spoke, the whole bush seeming to whisper of his glory; but a glory that was not matched to the creamy’s, and he knew this.
“If you are to choose one of us, and it not be me, I shall leave you” he uttered, with a dip of his skull in her direction. His tones softened a little at his last words, ears flickering back and eyes jerking to the noble creamy.
He would indeed fight, even he were to flee after a while; which he was sure, he would, it did not make him a weakling, but he feared for the pride which burned in his chest and shone from his poll. For pride was a terrible thing, and he had seen many a stallion beaten by it. Oh, how he longed to have this filly run at his side, over the tors and cliffs and into the mountainous regions of Kosciusko; forever a flicker of grey and shadow.
It was now or never, and waiting would make the pain last only longer. Darting on his heel he aimed a kick at Kareela’s shoulder, and hoped the blow would land. If it did, he knew it would be hard, but this stallion seemed of skill to him, and he would need more than his nimbleness to walk away unharmed.
Kiah eyed the pair carefully, the hair of her back rising with a crippling fear, fear of the water which ran at great pace beside her.
“I will have you fight, and honour that which wins my heart” she nickered, watching with amusement as the young grey colt rose in a mighty rear; he did not need to call his wild glory, for it was their in his eyes, and anger at being less of a match than the creamy.
Backing up again she felt the icy water wash up around her hocks, listening with unease to the threats, which flowed continuously between the two.
It had been her wish, that someone would stumble upon her, and it was hard to depict whether it was fear or excitement that rushed through her veins; but as Mering leapt to place the first blow, she cringed back and gave a little whinny of fright. This may last only a while, she thought, but I shall enjoy none of it.
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Post by yaruka on Oct 3, 2009 19:02:27 GMT
Kareela could tell that the grullo’s confidence was slipping slightly, buoying his own confidence. It was true that he was older than the other, though this was to be his first, and he had never had siblings to mock battle with in his youth.
“I will have you fight, and honour that which wins my heart” responded the filly to his question, and Kareela dipped his head in acknowledgement.
“Those are wise words you speak.” He said “For we must prove ourselves worthy of your fine company.”
But the grullo had grown tired of waiting, and spinning about swung his hind legs in Kareela’s direction. Shocked at the abrupt start of the fight, Kareela squealed angrily, only just managing to duck his shoulder in time so that the other’s hooves merely grazed his silken hide. Infuriated, Kareela whirled to face Mering. Did the grullo not know there were rules to be followed before the fight began-common acts of courtesy? But the fight had started now, so Kareela would not bother with the civilities any longer. Rearing in an act of attempted intimidation, he then dropped to his hooves and darted right, before swinging to his left and snapping his teeth at the other’s neck.
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