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Post by tingara on Jan 5, 2010 14:22:25 GMT
As soon as Omeo gently touched her skin, the voices in Alinta’s ears quietened from what seemed like a thousand voices whispering at once to only a mere few. They seemed to chatter in approval of the young colt and for the first time since she’d fled the filly’s heart calmed. There with the bay dun colt draped across her back she felt at peace and the exhaustion of the day threatened to claim her. It was when she had just drifted off to sleep when an angry sound that most certainly did not belong to the ghosts reached her ears.
At once Alinta whinnied in fear, not for herself but for Omeo, when she recognised who it was. Her mother had found them. All the bay filly could do was watch in terror as the chestnut mare went after the colt. Once again the whispers roared in the trees, shouting at the filly to do something. What she wanted to do was run, for her and Omeo to run far away. Away from Nepelle and Fira and to be free like hawks on the wind. And then it happened, Fira readied herself for the final blow.
”Mother, STOP!” Alinta screamed suddenly. Barely above a whisper, it must have been a shock to hear a forceful, determined yell come from the bay.
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 5, 2010 17:18:53 GMT
Omeo was ready for another blow, when Alinta shouted. She was usually so quiet! And he’d never seen her stand up to her mother before. He was so enamoured, he did not have time to stop what happened next when he realised what was coming.
Fira wheeled away from the colt and advanced on Alinta. The mare was practically blowing smoke, and she bit her daughter’s shoulder so hard that it drew blood. “CHILD!” Fira’s scream was much louder and forceful than Alinta’s could ever aspire to be. “What is the meaning of this?!” Visions of Kimba’s betrayal were coming back to the mare; her chestnut daughter leaving with a sick and worthless stallion when there were much better males! Fira had picked Nepelle for Alinta, and her horrid daughter couldn’t even appreciate it!
Squealing, Fira tossed her head madly. “I have told you before; this colt is not to be near you! He is not worthy. He is dirty, horrible, and disease-ridden! He’ll steal you away and ruin you! Look how he was almost upon you just now! He would have lured you away! Beget foals of you that were horrid and ugly! He has already corrupted you and made you insolent! Alinta you are a foolish, foolish girl! Nepelle is your stallion, and he will make good foals out of you! He is an aspiring King, this disgusting colt is pathetic in comparison!” She spared the colt a furious glance, and he flinched.
Omeo had eyes onto for Alinta, and he looked on hopelessly. He tried to come closer, but Fira stamped a hoof and he had to retreat. What if she bit Alinta again? He whimpered, torn. How could he help? He nickered to Alinta, and ignored Fira’s hot glare as best he could. His flank was stone cold without her against it, and there was a loneliness fostering inside of him even being this far from her. He just wanted to comfort her, make it all better.
“Look how simpering he is!” Fira crowed, “You are coming with me right now back to Nepelle where you belong. This colt will not be bothering you anymore, because I am banishing him from the herd.” She turned to the colt, her triumphant smirk ugly on her pinched face. “You hear that? If I ever see your face again, you will feel my hooves and teeth again!” She turned back to Alinta and forcefully shoved her shoulder, turning her in the direction of Yarraman’s Valley. “Start moving, girl, or I won’t wait to finish beating that colt.” She hissed, utter fury making her words cruel and horrible.
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Post by tingara on Jan 8, 2010 14:40:17 GMT
The courage that Alinta had suddenly spoken up with vanished as quickly as it had came when her mother rounded on her. Her eyes were alight with her namesake; they were a fire of fury. Sure her mother had scared her on numerous occasions but not as much as this. The bay filly was sure the chestnut mare would have killed Omeo if she had not been distracted. Visibly she shrunk away tripping over her lamed leg, thoughts only of getting away from more of Fira’s wrath. The bite on her shoulder stung fiercely, never had she believed her mother capable of attacking her own children.
The more the mare ranted the voices in the trees roared for Alinta to speak up again, to tell her mother that she was wrong. And yet the filly said nothing, all she could do was hold her head low in shame, that was until Fira banished Omeo. NO! her mind screamed as her head shot up. Brown eyes wide they never left the bay dun colt as she was herded, limping, back to the valley by Fira. She whickered desperately at Omeo one last time as he was soon out of sight. Although upset, Alinta wasn’t worried; she knew he’d be back for her when the time was right. She just hoped that was sooner rather than later; she had no desire to come into season with Nepelle.
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