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Post by Rivre on Oct 4, 2009 8:01:26 GMT
As the pale suns morning rays finally graced the land, as the gang-gangs calls trumpeted of a coming dawn, as the dew played possum upon the stems of unfurling snow-grass, a ray of captured light was set free to roam the open plains. The copses of trees whispered of his coming, whipped from root to root as the breeze he traveled on quipped on by, the bush-creatures told of his passing, and of his coming, on Paddy Rush's Bogong.
He did not come with stealth however, and mocked openly to the stallions and mares which he thundered past, his hide of sun and light, golden and pure, burning their orbs, his mane of cascading creamy wisps, and legs sprayed with ivory white to match his face glowing upon a weary canvas.
As he galloped, the dampness of the morn' became obvious on his misted skin, and he slowed to a gentle canter, zig-zagging his way across rough country, and leaping from one boulder field to the next. Grazing was good here, and here he would stop a while soon. Cantering on a little further, he stood, plain and magnificent before a couple of rambling herds; daring them, and any of the stallions present to question him.
After four springs, he had finally reached the age he saw fit to gather his own mares, for now he could and would protect them with his honor and his might. Muscle rippled beneath his lean torso, and he arched his curvature in pride, daggers leaping to the heavens as he rose in a rear, wild, angry, challenging call to echo for an eternity across the land.
He knew that others would look up now, but his good health told him to listen not look, and he dropped his head to the graze, the lush stems sweet and firm as they broke to his teeth. This was the life of a glorious stallion, and soon, fillies and mares would come; he need not even ask them.
Playing with the idea of stealing, he let his gaze flicker from one mod to the next. There were a lot of pretty ones he could easily have stolen, but some, some were of magnificent beauty, and those, he was sure, would stay close to their stallions side in fear of rebuke and possibly having to watch their fight. But he did not fear it, nor defeat, for being beaten was part of being a stallion, and it also proved there was more to be done before taking on such responsibilities.
Yes, he would graze a while and wait.
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Post by Tiggs on Oct 4, 2009 12:06:48 GMT
Among the mobs, great and small, grazed a handful of mares, two foals and a couple of adolescent fillies. Standing with them was a strawberry roan, his body almost white with roaning. Across his rump and neck were corn spots, and under his left eye was a dark scar. The male seemed docile enough, but everything about him hinted at a history not lacking in conflict.
He stood now, head high and tail slightly flagged. He’d abandoned his grazing when that young stallion had raced past, teasing and causing a ruckus. Nandalie was not usually one to start a fight, but the presence of an unruly stallion might worry his mares and offspring. He watched the golden stallion for a while, evaluating the worth of confronting him. The silver bay was flashy and confident and could well be a good fighter.
Nandalie was about to return to grazing when that final straw was broken. The stallion had the audacity to rear in challenge. Snorting in anger – rare for the placid stallion – he told his mares to keep together and he set off across the flat.
Compared to the sun stallion, Nandalie was a plain stallion. He was not overly handsome, and his colouring was certainly not rare. He was older than the other stallion, and from the smattering of corn spots and scars on his coat, it seemed he might have more fighting experience after all. Tossing his head, short rust mane flying behind him, he greeted the stallion with a gruff snort.
“I do not know what you intend to achieve, teasing the stallions who graze their herds here, but if you cannot calm yourself, I would ask you to leave.” Said the roan, ears held back but not completely pinned. It was a warning rather than a challenge but if the younger stallion wished it, Nandalie had mares and foals to protect and he would meet any aggressive response with hooves and teeth.
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Post by Rivre on Oct 4, 2009 13:35:23 GMT
It truly was a glorious morning, the skin of his hide prickling in anticipation, for almost every mare and stallion gazed upon him now, with either fury or admiration. He was sure some looked upon him with spite, and he was sure there were some who looked upon him in hope of beating him.
However, he did find it unusual to be challenged so early on in his fun, by a rather older looking stallion, and one who seemed to have much experience. It seemed he had something to say.
Balaroo eyed the roan carefully, but dropped his eager pretense, lobes flickering in response to the older stallions words. Dipping his skull, he acknowledged the reason behind his worry, "I am of a young heart O' roan of the Bogong, but with the spring I have also a silly mind; forgive me for disturbing you and your mares, for I seek only the company of others and my own. If I were to stir trouble, which I undoubtedly will, I would not stir it near you." he nickered, throwing up his head to arch his neck with pride, his orbs aglow with rekindled fire.
"I am Balaroo, named for the rain in which I was born and cannot hide. I come to you in peace friend."
Although this stallion had dampened his previous spirit, it still shone from him like the rising sun; sure enough that the rise of his own was stirring more than the calls of birds and bush-life.
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Post by yaruka on Oct 4, 2009 15:06:32 GMT
Imbrium had been grazing upon the lush grass of the Bogong, apart from the other herds, though still seeking comfort from their nearness. In all her four years she had yet to belong to a stallion, for the mare was willful and independant, and usually drove those would-be suitors away with her stubborn attitude. The sudden entrance of a newcomer caught her attention, for who could ignore the flashy stallion who raced into their midst, squealing and rearing. Unimpressed, the mare nevertheless watched him with amusement, wondering how much trouble he would foolishly bring upon himself today. The stallions here were a protective bunch, and with new foals afoot, were bound to be relatively hostile. As kind Nandalie charged over Imbrium moved forwards slightly to watch, hardly noticing as her long legs carried her closer to the stallions, so fascinated was she was she by their conversation and silent vying for dominance. ------------------------------- OOC: I couldn't resist throwing Wyuna in here when Nandalie came in.... sorry xD A small dark brown mare was skirting the edges of the Bogong, clearly apart from the rest of the horses, though not seeming to be bothered by it. The sudden appearance of a flashy new stranger irritated her, and pinning her ears she turned to glare at the stallion with unfounded dislike. Another stallion went trotting towards the newcomer, and with surprise, Wyuna recognized Nandalie. Pinning her ears further, she was about to continue on her way when she heard the stallions' challenges. Intrigue inspired by her spiteful dislike of the roan encouraged the mare to go closer, snapping impatiently at a bay mare who stood in her way. Wyuna had an unhealthy prejudice against bays. And strawberry roans. Jogging closer, she saw that Nandalie meant to challenge the flashy new brute if he were to bring any danger to his herd. Snorting derisively, she was just about to call out some insult to the roan when another idea struck her. What better way to get back at the stallion that she had never let call her his own, by showing marked preferance for a rival? So, forcing her ears forward, she sidled up to the sun stallion, nickering flirtatiously and rubbing her muzzle against his neck. It very nearly sickened her to do so, but the idea of revenge encouraged her. OOC:LAMO-I love her xP btw-Wyuna's not evil, just a little bit of a poor sport xP and Tiggs- I wasn't going to post with my Nandalie mares in here, but I will get to the Nandalie thread next, and hopefully asap, as Yaruka' s foal has been born now  |
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Post by Rivre on Oct 4, 2009 15:35:40 GMT
This stallion with which he conversed seemed to hold much respect of the other horses gathered, and Balaroo acknowledged this also, being careful that his head was not raised above the roans, and the challenge in his eyes, was only for those that dared trespass on his joyous mood.
The little mare seemed to form out of the shadows, a beauty, but apparently uneasy in the presence of the two stallions, and pushed herself forward to greet him ceremoniously. Jerking back in surprise at her touch, he let his wild eyes settle upon hers, lobes flickering in haste, as he stepped away; unsure whether this mare belonged to the other, and quickly hesitant to return her greeting.
Wanting desperately to avoid confrontation, he let his gaze wander further out over the mob, spotting a delicate blue roan half-concealed by shadow, and let his ears quip forwards, intrigued by her amused expression.
Nickering softly, he made to go to her, but quickly checked himself, and peered questioningly at the roan who's name he was unaware of. "If that mare belongs to no herd, I shall not make trouble in going to her, and I shall leave you in friendship" he added, unsure whether thing were going the right way, but quite happy to leave this mare, who apparently seemed rather sharp.
OOC; Sorry for short replies, I was in the mood this morning, but apparently not now 
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