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Post by stormsnow on Dec 12, 2009 1:51:54 GMT
Loorea was quite taken aback by the colt's reply. Tossing her head, she snorted with annoyance. Some colts, this being one of them, were extremely arrogant, something that the shining white filly dispised in a horse. "Well, I did say sorry," she pointed out, with an edge of anger in her voice, her eyes looking like chips of blue ice. "Come on, Daku, let's go," she whinnied, wheeling around, and cantering back up the mountain, and out of sight, where she could watch the strange grey stallion from a safe distance.
Daku barked, "Sorry!" To the two brumbies as he followed Loorea back up the mountain. He really wished his friend would make up her mind.
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Post by Ehetere on Dec 12, 2009 3:09:46 GMT
His annoyed gaze did not miss the act of respect shown by the other stallion when his name was said, and for just a moment his hard and grumpy exterior weakened. He dearly missed the admiration and respect of others.
Kirroo merely flicked an ear in the direction of the filly when it seemed even she was getting annoyed. It wasn’t he who had just come crashing down a hill, nearly bowling other brumbies over because of his carelessness. It did not matter to him what she thought - he was avoiding fillies and mares like the plague at the moment and was not remotely interested in having her on his side.
“May I point out that before she came down the hill I was nowhere near her,” replied Kirroo icily, glaring daggers at Altair. Was the grey stallion blind? All of this tension in the air and nasty words being bandied about were making the young colt very agitated indeed, and he tossed his mane restlessly, stamping his hoof in annoyance.
Kirroo stared after the mare with disbelief in his eyes as she cantered off. There was no need to act like that - she shouldn’t have nearly nocked him off the edge of a mountain if she wanted a better reception. The dingo bounded off after her, and Kirroo felt a little easier for it. But the mare and her furry friend stopped a little way up the slope. Kirroo snorted again - this was all very strange. He hadn’t even expected to find other brumbies up here - let alone this much drama!
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Post by Tex on Dec 12, 2009 4:11:03 GMT
Altair trotted away for a while, waiting patiently for the mare to leave. It was kind of spooky, how she was always... watching him. It made him want to get rid of her even more. He slowed his hoofbeats after a moment, and checked to see if that cremello had gone. There; she was away from Kirroo, a while away from his own position, but he had the feeling that she was still watching him. It was disturbing, and he would get rid of her following him soon enough. He waited patiently for a few more moments, and whirled around once more when all was quiet in the bush. The grey trotted casually down the slope again, ignoring the slightly tense feeling in his legs of walking up and down the slope again, and whinnied to catch Kirroo's attention once more. When he was next to the colt again, Altair reached out and touched his muzzle to the colt's, giving another sign of respect; the colt had seemed to like it, before, when he had shown some respect. "You seem to like acting like a stallion; why not prove your courage? Face me in a fight, and we can both see each other's skills," Altair offered, backing away slightly to give the colt some more room. He slowly tensed his legs and muscles, shifting from one side to the other, getting into the mindset that helped his fighting dramatically. The world narrowed slowly, until he was aware of how far away the ledges and cliffs were, where there was level ground, and what exactly that odd mare was doing. He strode around the area, not coming too close to the colt and waiting patiently for his answer. Cold brown eyes stared at Kirroo, and Altair stopped moving, sensing he would get his answer soon.
OOC: Sorry for bad post, run out of muse xD
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Post by Ehetere on Dec 12, 2009 4:39:12 GMT
Kirroo watched the return of the grey stallion through guarded eyes, aware that the stallion’s demeanour seemed to have changed. What he was not prepared for was the other stallion greeting him as one of his own, a family member almost. He took a step back in surprise - the grey’s actions certainly unexpected.
The stallion’s next words were unexpected too. Never before had Kirroo been challenged in such a way - challenges in his experience were usually started with much squealing, trumpeting and posturing. This was just… well odd. Who had ever heard of two stallions fighting on civil terms? All the same - Kirroo was not about to back down despite the slightly unorthodox situation. His pride would not allow it, and he was brave too, so he did not fear facing an older horse.
“So be it,” replied Kirroo, already assessing how he might win this battle and what his own weaknesses and strengths were. The obvious problem for him now was that Altair was older, stronger and heavier than he. He had been built for speed and agility while the other hose seemed to have been more engineered towards strength and power as opposed to litheness.
However, such strength would be difficult to use effectively on a slope such as this - Kirroo’s lighter frame and long legs would give him the perfect advantage so long as he stayed above the grey. The extra weight carried by the older horse would wear him down faster, and would make charging at Kirroo to bowl him over difficult.
It then occurred to Kirroo exactly what was at stake here. Whether or not the other stallion wished it, he could go tumbling down the slope and fatally injure himself if he took a wrong step or a particularly hard knock. Oh well, he would just have to be very careful.
Deciding that he needed to make the first move, he bounded swiftly up the slope so that he was above the grey. Not too far up, but high enough so that he was taller than him at least. He rose up in a rear, whinnying his challenge as he did before dropping to all fours and testing his weight. This would be a test of his endurance, his speed, his wit and his balance. He needed to make this fight a dance if he wanted any chance of winning.
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Post by Tex on Dec 12, 2009 4:51:35 GMT
The grey stallion tossed his head, unable to keep this small showing of excitement from his body language, and very slowly came towards his opponent when Kirroo agreed to the fight. He didn't in fact know it was strange to ask for a fight in this way; his mother had raised him away from other horses, apart from an old stallion he had never learnt the name of, and he had never play-fought with younger horses. The only reason he knew about fighting was because that old stallion was very strict when it came to the rituals any wild male learnt as a child; every day, until he was good at defending and attacking with his hooves, the male had attacked him without really meaning any harm. Of course, being a colt, he hadn't known that. Now it all came back, the longing to test himself against another stallion and the rush of excitement and adrenalin that came from the fight itself. Of course, Kirroo was a mere colt, so he had to hold back from actually hurting the fellow; this was more a test, to keep himself in shape and to see the competition this land had to offer. He watched with interest as the two year old went to a higher spot on the mountain, gaining the advantage of height that would help any horse, younger against older or not. Now Altair would have to level the playing field between them or gain the height advantage himself, and that would mean getting around the other horse. He backed off slightly, weaving from side to side in a snake-like way to either intimidate Kirroo or make him think he was running off to the wrong side. Once he felt more level ground under his hooves, Altair lunged to the right, cantering up the hill at a good pace, and waited for whatever strike would come his way. When it did come, he would swerve under it and fly to the left, thus getting past the colt, and if the colt chose to go higher instead, he would run the horse down and bite at his rump and legs. The cold mist had not gone yet, and he was grateful for it; it may help him, being the exact colour of his sides and head. The grass felt coldly wet under his hooves, and the air was icy in his nostrils. Altair's eyes closed halfway in anticipation, and he braced himself for a strike if he did a wrong move or had made a mistake.
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Post by stormsnow on Dec 16, 2009 4:09:15 GMT
Loorea, from her point on a ledge above, watched the two stallions fight with rapt interest. Daku, coming up behind her, growled in her ear, "I don't know what you're wanting to do, but that stallion seems to want you to leave him alone. Why on earth are we following him? Why are we watching him fight?" The white mare eyed the dingo for a moment, then finally she whickered softly, "I don't know why, but I'm curious to know him. Who he is, where he came from..." Her friend cut her off. "So, you're in love, is that it?" he enquired bluntly. "Not...not exactly," Loorea whispered defensively. "How can I be in love with a stallion who I haven't even spoken to?"
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Post by Ehetere on Dec 17, 2009 8:01:40 GMT
Kirroo snorted, feeling adrenaline course through his veins as Altair responded and began to make his way slowly up the hill. Kirroo followed the grey’s swaying motions, carefully judging for when the other was going to make his move. He was not sure whether the stallion was going to charge directly at him or try and get around him. If he tried the first, Kirroo would simply meet him with flailing hooves in an attempt to keep him on the lower ground.
However it seemed from the stallion’s quick acceleration to Kirroo’s left side that this was not the case, but Kirroo had underestimated they grey’s speed. He matching him stride for stride for a few moments, but the grey had the explosive start on his side so Kirroo abruptly propped, checking his pace before ducking behind the larger grey’s rump. He snapped at Altair’s legs as he switched around in an effort to halt the other horse’s momentum so he could clamber above again.
Leaping nimbly over rocks he raced up the snowgrass slope at an angle, to once again trying to get above Altair. However, glancing back to check the stallion’s position he landed on an unstable rock, which rolled from under him and Kirroo gave a terrified snort as he teetered on the edge of falling.
He leapt of the unsteady rock and took several steps down the slope to steady himself, but already he knew what he had done - he’d let Altair get above. Him, he threw his head up wildly in an effort to keep an eye on the grey and watch his movements in hope that the larger stallion would make a mistake for him to regain some hope of winning.
OOC: Soort for the wait - I was getting organised for my trip. Sorry its short too *fails*
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Post by Tex on Dec 17, 2009 10:24:25 GMT
The grey ducked his head and ran with the best part of his formidable strength in his bid for a higher spot up the mountain, tail flagging without his noticing in the great rush of it. He could hear the colt attempting to catch up, and with a hint of surprise could feel teeth scraping at his flashing back legs; it was a brave young horse that would try and bite the hind legs of a bigger horse while it was running. He used some more energy to pull ahead, not wanting to risk a painful hind leg, and soon found himself at a better place for the battle. At a trotting speed now, he turned and adjusted his position to be directly above the colt, noticing its attempt at climbing over an unsteady rock. Kirroo was on top of a rock big enough for him to stand on without almost falling off, but the rock was moving; the colt snorted in fear as he threw himself to safer ground, and Altair almost walked down to see if he was okay before realising that it would be pretty stupid to try something like that. Now Kirroo knew he was at a disadvantage, and Altair settled down to consider his next attempt, knowing that attack was far easier on this mountain when like this. He didn't take too long to decide, and slowly approached the colt below him, ears flattened as he concentrated on the next move. He made sure to be directly above, and once at a better spot, stood on his hind legs slightly and came down at Kirroo, striking out with as much speed and force as he could muster. The jogging about on the mountainside was tiring, which made his breath deepen and quicken slightly, but for now the grey stallion ignored that. A sudden stinging on his left hind leg made him realize that the scrapes from before had also removed some skin, the pain gone with adrenalin but coming back now that he had stopped moving slightly. Altair made sure not to turn around or show that he was bleeding, but did attempt a bite and a few more strikes with his front legs.
[OOC: sorry for shortness D: I fail recently at rping...]
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Post by stormsnow on Dec 25, 2009 20:29:14 GMT
OOC: Just skip my turn....there's nothing for Loorea to do or say, really.
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Post by Ehetere on Dec 29, 2009 23:08:09 GMT
Kirroo wavered nervously, his mid racing to find a way to keep him out of harm’s way. Unfortunately he had never before fought on a mountain slope such as this, with a larger older horse. His lighter carriage was an advantage if he could utilise it, but down here below the stallion it was very little use at all.
The grey came at him slowly, and Kirroo danced - testing his balance. The grey would find it harder to strike a moving target. The higher ground was indeed the advantage, however Kirroo realised he might use it against him. Perhaps the grey was not very experienced, and would not know about fighting on a mountain either. That would at least allow him not to be beaten to a complete pulp, as he was now realising was a very real possibility.
Kirroo waited, perhaps longer than he should have, for the grey to come at him. He waited until the very last second… a second too long as he tried to dodge out of the way onto a nearby outcrop, receiving a glancing blow to the side of his head.
This knocked Kirroo’s balance slightly, but he managed to reach and remain on the outcrop he had been aiming for. Looking up at the grey, a new strategy came to mind, and Kirroo let out an infuriating, teasing call. He was trying to rail up the bigger horse, see if he could anger him so that perhaps he would lose some sense.
Deliberately darting down before him this time, Kirroo paused - poised to leap again slightly raised on his hind legs before whinnying at Altair again - so like how long ago, Thowra had whinnied at Arrow in a manner that sounded like he was laughing.
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