Post by aquiladorado on Nov 21, 2009 5:35:07 GMT
An obvious frustration with whatever form of Thowra, or another unlikely equine immortal that observed Wirinun and the other couple Brumbies that surrounded him from their carefree place in the sky, was not the only emotion that flashed through the mind of the young stallion as the plea he had sent up to them was answered in humor. His earlier statement about the heavens being deceitful was definitely something he would clue in to in the future, but Wirinun had never imagined that those same heavens would throw yet another stallion in to what seemed to him an already crowded gathering, considering he had enjoyed his freedom and solitude while it had lasted. He couldn't help but silently mock himself after the memory of his longing for the presence of others bossily pushed its way through his other thoughts. Stupid colt, was the only explanation he could come up with.
Wirinun snapped his head up as the stench of sweat and a terribly large ego approached. He raised his head in a dignified manner, softened his eye-hold on Illoura as she was evidently angered (for her pupils looked as though they were about to go up in flames and her tail was unnaturally high and streamed out behind her like a war flag), and continued to stand his ground as the anticipated arrival the new stallion drew ever nearer.
Thalera - as he was easily acknowledged by the arrogant whinny he sent down to Illoura - fled down the hill in a disorganized mess, legs flailing beneath him as his exuberance to reach the silver mare overcame him. Wirinun sent a quick glance over his broad shoulder to Pengana. He had not forgotten about her presence, and the little black filly showed that she too was amused at the foolish acts of this new stallion. The patterns that marked the individuality of Wirinun on his coat stretched, quickly resuming their original position as the young stallion took a limited number of steps forward so he could better analyze the approaching Brumby before he got too close. Without yet being given the chance to do so, a brief movement from the hill that Thalera had just recently climaxed caught his attention. The two companions, that the sooty stallion had more than willingly abandoned, were slyly moving to a nearby clump of trees. Wirinun shook his head, his multi-colored locks of mane cascading down his neck like a waterfall. Do not pay them any attention yet, he thought to himself. There is a good chance of bigger problems than them.
And he was right. When Thalera reached the small group of Brumbies, he showered Illoura with his adoration. Wirinun paid little attention to the words of the sooty stallion until he was brought in to the conversation in a rude fashion. As the realization of Thalera's stupidity downed on him, a tremor shook his body and Wirinun swiveled his ears backward. Never had he known such disrespect from a creature who was rightfully classified as a stallion, and it was outright cruel of him to challenge a colt younger than him with his sheer mockery! Wirinun wanted to strike out with a forefoot, paw up the ground beneath him and unleash the foreign anger that was steadily rising inside of him. If it was a fight this stallion was after, then it was a fight he would receive.
Shocked at his own attitude, Wirinun reversed to his original positioning with disgust at the temper he was letting control him. He had never been provoked to such a boiling point - and all for what?! The likes of mare or a filly, neither of which he was even attempting to 'woo'? The young stallion focused his thoughts, settled his raging mind by the cherished memories of his peaceful herd and the love and tenderness he had vowed to abide by. When Illoura spoke, though, his peaceful demeanor almost faltered.
The way she clung to Thalera and portrayed Wirinun as some sort of... monster after he had caused her no real harm, other than a well-deserved wake-up call, made something collapse on his insides. Wirinun took a sharp intake of breath at the betrayal she was dishing out to him. Despite the way he tried to convince himself otherwise, there was something about the silver mare that he truly had admired; that spark, or whatever he had felt, evaporated that instant and left him painfully waiting for what was surely about to turn in to a bloody mess. He was no proven fighter, restricted by his age, but he had been educated by the Elder of his previous herd in the battle portion of survival and should not be under-estimated.
Wirinun gathered his strength, the massive bulk of his muscles tensing under his skin, and prepared to confront Thalera. He preferred to use reason over violence, and was hoping to avoid the fight by using his persuasive words to settle Thalera and the testosterone that he was eager to display. Wirinun stood with his feet square, but gave off waves of peace. He began to open his mouth, willing his logic to slip out of it and wash over the sooty stallion, when the shrill laughter of Pengana filled the clearing.
Illoura reacted faster than a lightning bolt. She was upon the black filly in a matter of seconds, and Wirinun watched in horror as the two of them pranced around like savages. He knew something had to be done - for although Illoura was much more sleek than Pengana, she was rightfully a mare and could dish out her share of pain. He also knew that the anger in Pengana's wild brown eyes would never permit her to back down, and the results of this fight would be treacherous. The young stallion was about to rush toward the mass of colliding bodies when his ear automatically moved in Thalera's direction and WIrinun swung his head around to follow his senses. He stared wide-eyed at the sooty stallion whose whole body had begun to shake in excitement. Not a good sign, and his corrupt gaze confirmed that.
RUN! screamed his intuition. GET OUT OF THERE! More than anything the young stallion wanted to run, to once again be free with the wind and separate himself from the problems others brought. But his feet were cemented to the earth, and Wirinun could only watch as Thalera organized his charge. There would be no prayers sent to those damnable heavens this time, as the battle was one Wirinun had to fight himself. Not for Illoura or the possession of another, not to vanquish the threat Thalera posed to him. Wirinun simply had to accept the challenge as part of his welcome in to the 'real world'.
Wirinun snapped his head up as the stench of sweat and a terribly large ego approached. He raised his head in a dignified manner, softened his eye-hold on Illoura as she was evidently angered (for her pupils looked as though they were about to go up in flames and her tail was unnaturally high and streamed out behind her like a war flag), and continued to stand his ground as the anticipated arrival the new stallion drew ever nearer.
Thalera - as he was easily acknowledged by the arrogant whinny he sent down to Illoura - fled down the hill in a disorganized mess, legs flailing beneath him as his exuberance to reach the silver mare overcame him. Wirinun sent a quick glance over his broad shoulder to Pengana. He had not forgotten about her presence, and the little black filly showed that she too was amused at the foolish acts of this new stallion. The patterns that marked the individuality of Wirinun on his coat stretched, quickly resuming their original position as the young stallion took a limited number of steps forward so he could better analyze the approaching Brumby before he got too close. Without yet being given the chance to do so, a brief movement from the hill that Thalera had just recently climaxed caught his attention. The two companions, that the sooty stallion had more than willingly abandoned, were slyly moving to a nearby clump of trees. Wirinun shook his head, his multi-colored locks of mane cascading down his neck like a waterfall. Do not pay them any attention yet, he thought to himself. There is a good chance of bigger problems than them.
And he was right. When Thalera reached the small group of Brumbies, he showered Illoura with his adoration. Wirinun paid little attention to the words of the sooty stallion until he was brought in to the conversation in a rude fashion. As the realization of Thalera's stupidity downed on him, a tremor shook his body and Wirinun swiveled his ears backward. Never had he known such disrespect from a creature who was rightfully classified as a stallion, and it was outright cruel of him to challenge a colt younger than him with his sheer mockery! Wirinun wanted to strike out with a forefoot, paw up the ground beneath him and unleash the foreign anger that was steadily rising inside of him. If it was a fight this stallion was after, then it was a fight he would receive.
Shocked at his own attitude, Wirinun reversed to his original positioning with disgust at the temper he was letting control him. He had never been provoked to such a boiling point - and all for what?! The likes of mare or a filly, neither of which he was even attempting to 'woo'? The young stallion focused his thoughts, settled his raging mind by the cherished memories of his peaceful herd and the love and tenderness he had vowed to abide by. When Illoura spoke, though, his peaceful demeanor almost faltered.
The way she clung to Thalera and portrayed Wirinun as some sort of... monster after he had caused her no real harm, other than a well-deserved wake-up call, made something collapse on his insides. Wirinun took a sharp intake of breath at the betrayal she was dishing out to him. Despite the way he tried to convince himself otherwise, there was something about the silver mare that he truly had admired; that spark, or whatever he had felt, evaporated that instant and left him painfully waiting for what was surely about to turn in to a bloody mess. He was no proven fighter, restricted by his age, but he had been educated by the Elder of his previous herd in the battle portion of survival and should not be under-estimated.
Wirinun gathered his strength, the massive bulk of his muscles tensing under his skin, and prepared to confront Thalera. He preferred to use reason over violence, and was hoping to avoid the fight by using his persuasive words to settle Thalera and the testosterone that he was eager to display. Wirinun stood with his feet square, but gave off waves of peace. He began to open his mouth, willing his logic to slip out of it and wash over the sooty stallion, when the shrill laughter of Pengana filled the clearing.
Illoura reacted faster than a lightning bolt. She was upon the black filly in a matter of seconds, and Wirinun watched in horror as the two of them pranced around like savages. He knew something had to be done - for although Illoura was much more sleek than Pengana, she was rightfully a mare and could dish out her share of pain. He also knew that the anger in Pengana's wild brown eyes would never permit her to back down, and the results of this fight would be treacherous. The young stallion was about to rush toward the mass of colliding bodies when his ear automatically moved in Thalera's direction and WIrinun swung his head around to follow his senses. He stared wide-eyed at the sooty stallion whose whole body had begun to shake in excitement. Not a good sign, and his corrupt gaze confirmed that.
RUN! screamed his intuition. GET OUT OF THERE! More than anything the young stallion wanted to run, to once again be free with the wind and separate himself from the problems others brought. But his feet were cemented to the earth, and Wirinun could only watch as Thalera organized his charge. There would be no prayers sent to those damnable heavens this time, as the battle was one Wirinun had to fight himself. Not for Illoura or the possession of another, not to vanquish the threat Thalera posed to him. Wirinun simply had to accept the challenge as part of his welcome in to the 'real world'.
