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Post by Corowa on Oct 5, 2009 11:19:24 GMT
Mullara stood grazing on one grassy slope. Her foal stood on unsteady legs beside her, swishing his wisp of tail at the flies. The mare blew noisily through her nostrils, turned and gently nipped the young foal. Yangoora twitched an ear in her direction and then when his mother continued grazing, he gave a lively buck and cantered in a wide circle around her.
Suddenly filled with all the wild joy of living, the mare sprang away after him, and mare and foal raced over the snowgrass. Down the slope the two brumbies galloped, when all of a sudden, Yangoora stopped in his tracks. The mare pulled up abruptly on her haunches, and stood trembling in every limb, so filled with happiness she could not contain her ringing neigh.
There beneath the sheltering stand of snowgums, the small mob of brumbies grazed. Mullara leapt forwards, and the mare bounded from one tussock of snowgrass to another, Yangoora closely following. Yaraan warmly greeted the mare, and then curiously sniffed the foal at her side. Yangoora’s nostrils quivered and he backed away with a squeal of protest.
Mullara nickered comfortingly to him, and nudged him firmly ahead. Yangoora was still very shy, and when Yaraan squealed and playfully nipped him, the foal’s ears flicked nervously back and forth. While Yaraan dropped his head to nibble at the snowgrass, having no more interest in the foal, Yangoora watched him worriedly, startled by the roughness of the other’s nip.
The mare had turned to Thambaroo, unmindful of the foal at her side. “I have missed you,” she said, and pressed her nose to his shoulder in a tender gesture of trust. Mullara had never realised how truly she belonged to this great grey stallion. In one moment, the longing within her was stilled by the warmth of his soft nose and the gentleness of his touch. The mare sighed deeply, and stood with her head near to his, glad to have returned once more.
Yangoora stirred restlessly at her flank, and the mare stretched a hind leg out behind her while he nursed. “I have called him Yangoora for the stringybarks,” she said softly, and the foal swung around towards her when she nibbled on his rump. The warmth of her milk had made him drowsy, and he swayed where he stood, only half-awake. |
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Post by yaruka on Nov 15, 2009 23:52:37 GMT
Thambaroo had been standing by a copse of snowgums, alert as he watched his herd graze. Though it had been only about a day since Mullara had left to give birth the stallion deeply missed the quiet prescense of his only mare by his side. His ears flickered uneasily, straining for any sound of the brown mare's return as he fretted for her well-being, half-forgotten memories of a mare and foal lying on the ground, both dead and bathed in blood, visiting his mind once again. These memories had clogged his mind when Mullara gave birth to Yaraan, and Thambaroo doubted if he would ever get over the danger he associated with a mare leaving to give birth. A sudden neigh roused the stallion from these thoughts, and he swung around to see Mullara making her way towards him, a young colt following behind. He let out a throbbing whinny of greeting to his mate, whole body vibrating with the enthousiasm of his call. He watched as Mullara paused to greet her son, and moved forwards eagerly to touch his nose to hers.
"I have missed you also," he breathed softly, nuzzling her gently as she pressed her nose to his shoulder. Turning his head he rubbed his muzzle along the crest of her neck, lipping gently at her mane.
“I have called him Yangoora for the stringybarks,” said the mare and Thambaroo turned his attention to his newest son. "Yangoora is a wonderful name," he commented, stretching out his neck to breath his warm breath into the foal's nostrils, regarding him with a proud and gentle gaze.
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Among the assembled brumbies grazed a queerly coloured mare, dark with a pale mane and tail, she was further characterised by the pale frosting on her coat, and her predominatly white face. It was really quite a pity that Kaleena's personality didn't match her lovely colouring, the mare was sassy and conceited, though mercifully not cruel hearted. She grazed one side of the young dun stallion, refusing to look at Oora, the other mare in the bunch. Kaleena could get more than a little jealous.
Kaleena only looked up briefly as Mullara and a new foal returned to the herd. In her mind she, Yaraan, and unfortunately Oora, only travelled with these other horses, she had not become close to either of the two older ones.
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Post by Corowa on Nov 16, 2009 7:08:47 GMT
Thambaroo nibbled on her mane, and Mullara squealed with pleasure. The mare was glad for the nearness of the stallion, and she turned to nip his shoulder gently. Then she rubbed her head along his neck, and for a moment stood so close beside him, it was as if the two horses were one.
Yangoora watched the stallion curiously, his sleepiness forgotten in his sudden excitement. There was something about the stallion, which was so different and stirred such a feeling of confusion in him. He wanted to investigate, but then just as suddenly, he dropped his nose and bucked.
The foal held up his tail and raced around the snowgums. He bucked and squealed, and swished his wisp of a tail. Yangoora was still quite unsteady on his feet, and he found it difficult to gather his legs beneath him. The foal went galloping on, but never noticed where he placed his hooves.
Just as suddenly, he slipped on the rough ground and turned a complete somersault. He scrambled up almost immediately, but looked quite confused, as if he was not sure what had happened. He shook himself all over, and started to sniff at the ground.
“He is so unlike Yaraan,” Mullara said to Thambaroo. “I find him very shy, but he is so gentle and affectionate.” The mare watched her son fondly. After he had found there was nothing to be seen, the foal gave a loud snort, and then began to trot back towards them.
His ears pricked forwards, the foal looked to Thambaroo, and stretched out his nose to the heavy white stallion. Then, with a soft whinny, he invited Thambaroo to join him in a game of chase. He was feeling much stronger now, and he flicked up his heels at the stallion and cantered away over the snowgrass. |
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Post by yaruka on Nov 29, 2009 1:41:01 GMT
Thambaroo stood beside Mullara in perfect bliss, continuing to gently groom her dark coat as he watched his newest son. “Shy is not necessarily a bad thing,” he replied, thinking of Yaraan’s boldness and all the trouble it had brought them over the last year, “And he is a good looking colt. Besides, his kind nature will take him far.” The white stallion was distracted momentarily as Yangoora flew head over heels, landing in a clump on the grass and looking confused. The colt gathered himself and charged back over to his parents, Thambaroo’s dark gaze welcoming and affectionate as he watched.
“Hello, Young One,” said the grey, snorting in amusement at the colt’s haphazard appearance from having just dived into the snowgrass. The foal gently invited him to play, and, nuzzling Mullara once more the stallion stepped away from the mare before trotting lightly after the colt, large stride enough to keep up with the colt’s scrambling legs. Lowering his head he weaved his neck teasingly, reaching out to gently grab the end of the colt’s stubby tail before spinning about and cantering off slowly, body rounded in his effort to remain collected so as not to discourage the colt.
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Beside Yaraan Kaleena continued to ignore the little family. It was quite clear with the addition of this new colt that the two herds were separate entities and the sooty palomino longing to go off alone with Yaraan, resented the idea of the newborn slowing them down. Sidling closer to the dun, she suddenly nipped him on the neck, tossing her head and prancing a little to show off for him, attempting to entice him away from his birth herd, and with any luck, Oora.
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Post by Corowa on Dec 21, 2009 9:38:43 GMT
Mullara stood with ears pricked forwards as she contentedly watched the two horses, the big grey stallion and his small bay son. Mullara was almost bursting with pride, and had she been younger, she might have joined them. Instead, with a soft sigh of contentment, the mare dropped her head to the snowgrass and started to graze.
Yangoora squealed with delight when the stallion chased him. He stretched his legs out and galloped mightily away. There was thundering of hooves behind him, and just then, Thambaroo grabbed him by the tail so Yangoora started and shied in surprise. The stallion shortened his stride to match that of the foal, and the two horses galloped shoulder to flank over the snowgrass.
All of a sudden, Yangoora swerved sharply, and this time went purposefully over into a somersault. He went down like a diver, with forelegs outstretched and head tucked. In just an instant, he got up, shook himself, and arrived promptly back at his mother’s side.
The mare calmly regarded the foal, and was not surprised when he dropped down into the snowgrass beside her. He had travelled quite some miles today, and was still only a young foal. When Mullara gently nudged him, he didn’t even move, and would probably not do so for some time now.
With a soft snort, the mare looked up and gently called to her mate. Thambaroo stood a little distance off, his head raised proudly, and ears pricked curiously forwards. While no longer in his prime, Mullara could still see strength in the stallion’s broad chest and powerful hindquarters.
Yaraan had been quietly grazing alongside Oora, when Kaleena reached over and nipped him. The colt glanced up suddenly, and with ears pointed forwards, he carefully watched the filly. Only a young stallion, Yaraan was still confused by his recent longing for freedom, and unusually enough, he had never really thought to go off on his own.
Even though he was only young, Yaraan knew that the stockmen would soon leave the High Country, and there would never be a better time to explore the flat country further south of this. Perhaps it would be best to go off with his two mares for a little while, and so it was, the young stallion decided to leave. With a soft snort, he nosed Oora, and walked quietly past the mare, towards the young filly.
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Post by yaruka on Dec 28, 2009 1:43:31 GMT
When the colt plunged towards the ground Thambaroo had stopped short in concern. But as the young foal sprang to his feet and took off towards his mother his worry turned to pride, his gaze affectionate as he watched both his son and his mate. Mullara looked up and called to him, and with a soft nicker in reply, the grey stallion walked proudly back to her, his heart nearly bursting with love for the grulla mare and his sons. He reached her and nuzzled her gently, glancing down at his now sleeping son with a gentle huff of amusement. ------------- Kaleena was delighted with Yaraan's attention, though soured slightly when the young stallion nosed Oora to follow. Oh well, it seemed it would be the price she'd have to pay to get the stallion to go off into the real world. Satisfied, she arched her neck coyly, reaching out slyly to nip him on the cheek as he reached her. --------------- From out of the corner of his eye Thambaroo noticed his older son begin to move away purposefully, taking his two mares with him. The older stallion wasn't troubled by this, it was only natural for Yaraan to begin a life of his own now, and the grey stallion could do without the trouble Yaraan and his two fillies brought upon his family. Still, the stallion would miss his first born son, and he knew Mullara would too. It was a good thing she had young Yangoora to keep her occupied now. OOC: really rushed, sorry! and sure  |
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