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Post by Dooloomai on Dec 21, 2009 8:55:02 GMT
His gaze was broad, overlooking the entire creek before stepping closer. He knew areas like these could be dangerous, especially with the Brumby drives occurring through the fall. Yet after a moment of careful searching the stallion decided that it was safe to step forward. Dooloomai wasn't afraid of humans and their stock horses, but his life had barely begun, he still needed to find a mate and have foals, there was far too much life to live to be captured right now. The grulla stallion stepped forth into the sunlight, his handsome gray and black coat glimmering in the sunlight, small white blotches were largely outnumbered by his grulla coloring. A painted grulla stallion. His bronze eyes surveyed the area once more, making sure nothing spotted him and then Dooloomai stepped confidently forward, moving toward the creek with a gait that was not quite graceful. The stallion was fully matured but he was still learning how to control his long legs, because of his height. His ears were locked forward, alert, but focusing on the water in front of him. Thirst had over taken him and because he was close to the creek he figured he would stop by. It was always peaceful here, the running water, a slight breeze in the trees, and the occasional bird call. Cascade creek was simply beautiful.
The rocks seemed to part beneath his hooves. For once he was not stumbling to the point where he looked like a giant foal learning to walk. A twinkle found its way to his eye, pride, he was beginning to learn the art of grace, but it would still be another year or two until he truly figured it out. For now a lack of complete clumsiness would do. Dooloomai paused for a split second, closing his eyes and taking in the world around him. Ears flickering back to the forest hoping for company, but knowing that there would probably be none. The sent of horse was stale in this area, only dingos and other outback creatures remained. This was a touch odd, but nothing he took too seriously. He simply assumed it was a busy time for the herds and moved onward toward the creek. Winter was coming, the time of year where mother nature showed who was really the ruler of the land. Not man, not brumby, nor dingo, or kangaroo, it was her, the mother of all mothers. She was a savage, slaying her own children in her changes of mood, but who could argue?
Upon reaching the stream Dooloomai felt his insides begging for water. Looking into the water he spotted hundreds of rocks, each of a different size and color, smiling Dooloomai thought of the brumbies. Maybe someday, he would be like those rocks and would fit into a specific place, who knew what was to come, a heard? That was his dream, a mare or two, even more, and foals to call his own. It would simply be a dream come true. Yet alas, at his young age Dooloomai would be lucky if a mare looked his way. Despite his knowledge of this fact he couldn't help but believe that maybe he would be different. He dipped his head as though bowing to the High Country king, yet in his excitement the grulla stallion dropped his guard, a mistake no experienced equine would make. Eyes closed in pleasure, and his ears pricked forward in content, his innards were pleased with this choice. The stallion was completely off guard, and had left himself open to any type of surprise.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 21, 2009 16:33:19 GMT
Large brown eyes watched the grulla stallion from behind a small group of trees. A chestnut mare let out a long, low sigh, hoping he wouldn't hear her but so what if he did? He was definetly cute. Even though his back was turned towards her, Cheyenne could tell he was younger than her by a couple of years but that didn't bother her. What did bother her though was if he would be interested in a mare that was a little older. She would give it a go. Maybe now was the right time for her to find a mate.
She stepped out gracefully from the cover of the trees, her bright chestnut coat flashing in the sunlight like fire as she came out from the shadows. Her legs were long and slender and the same could be said for her neck, she was lightly built. Running down the middle of her face was a white blaze that stood out against her coat. She trotted towards him making a little noise so he knew she was coming rather than making him jump and run away.
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Post by Dooloomai on Dec 21, 2009 23:53:48 GMT
What was that sound? Dooloomai's ears flickered backwards, and his eyes searched for any movement. And there it was! The proud equine spun on his hind legs, water droplets falling from his lips, as he spun they made a perfectly circular shape. Black rimmed ears pinned back and his nostrils were pulled back in an angry snarl, sharply blowing out air in a thunderous snort. Finally his eyes focused on her, a mare. For a moment his expression lightened, but he quickly put his guard back up, he could still be in danger. Snorting again Dooloomai arched his well muscled neck and positioned his body so that his muscles could be seen easily. If she wanted to mess with him he would give her a terribly difficult time about it. Who was this mare anyway. Had he been followed? After all no other equines had been in these parts for what seemed like ages. The shy aspect of his personality was completely unapparent. He was furious, Dooloomai had dropped his guard and this happened, it was embarrassing, and potentially dangerous. In truth he may have been more mad at himself rather than her but being young he didn't realize this fact. In his mind this was all her fault.
He remained still for a moment more and than he finally spoke. "Well", a deep but youthful voice came from his vocal cords sounding in an almost perfect snarl, "Why are you here?" With this question his eyes narrowed, looking her over carefully. She was a lean equine like himself, a handsome chestnut color shimmered under the fall sun, like a copper coin. A thick white blaze defined her, making her unique. A handsome mare, but she was also older than himself, not that he minded this but if she were to attack him she may be able to win. Dooloomai imagined the defeat, using this as more fuel to his fire. Burn baby burn. He took in her sent. Interestingly enough she didn't smell of another stallion, so there was probably no plot to attack him, yet he couldn't be so sure. The young stallion had been on his own for quite some time and he was beginning to become a touch antisocial, not by choice of course, just by practice. Dooloomai despised fighting if he could help it, but if she was to force him he would surely do what he could to protect himself.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 22, 2009 17:20:02 GMT
The chestnut mare took a quick step backwards, not sure if she was welcome here or if she had accidentally spooked him. As he spoke Cheyenne thought she had just caught him off guard. "I'm not here to harm you," she said, standing with all muscles tensed just in case he was about to chase her away. "I was just curious... that's all." She dropped her head and took another step back, large brown eyes watching his body language in case he showed any sign of attacking, maybe this handsome stallion had not wanted to be disturbed.
She flicked her tail trying to get rid of a fly that had settled down on her rump."Maybe I should just go," Cheyenne said, lifting her head back up from the ground and taking yet another step away from him.
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Post by Dooloomai on Dec 23, 2009 8:01:32 GMT
His expression changed very little at the sound of her voice. How was Dooloomai to know that she wasn't trying to trick him? This mare's words meant nothing to him. Not yet, she could still be an enemy hell bent on destroying him. If she were this would be the perfect place to do so. They were completely alone out here, not even the dingos would know of what she had done. Finally Dooloomai allowed his ears to prick forward in an alert expression, widening his nostrils trying to sent her fear. If she were guilty of anything it would be apparent in her sent, or in her body language. He closely examined the way she stood, yet when she took a step away from him he became slightly surprised. Maybe this mare truly didn't mean any harm. Though he was still incredibly alert the young stallion allowed himself to relax a touch. Just curious? Maybe she too had simply wanted water and had come to the creek? That wasn't a crime was it, Dooloomai stood shocked at his behavior finally realizing what he had done to an innocent equine. His bronze eyes opened wide in amazement. She had stepped away and he took a step forward. Then stopped dead and hung his head ears flopping slightly to the side. His twinge of shyness and embarrassment overcame him, his bravery had only resulted in failure.
Her next words left him stunned, she was leaving. His chance at talking to her at all had just vanished. What a fool he was. It was no wonder he didn't have a herd, nor a family to call his own. "I..." Dooloomai started, but his lips kept him from finishing. His bronze eyes turning back to his hooves, how embarrassing. Standing there feeling pity for himself caused something to trigger inside of him, 'snap out of it' his brain screamed. Dooloomai straightened, regaining his proud posture slightly, his ears a bit more forward. The stallion now looked slightly less pathetic, but he was still undoubtedly a sight most mares would laugh at, a pitiful heap of equine. "Please... don't..." There he had said it, yet this small victory did not have much of an effect on his mood. With the sound of his own voice he became even more ashamed. It was sad The horse couldn't function well when he had to initiate conversation, much less converse with someone who was less than interested in him. Now Dooloomai looked even more like a fool. Swishing his tail in aggravation he snorted in annoyance once more.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 23, 2009 11:50:58 GMT
Cheyenne watched him, his expression changing often. His body was tensed, then relaxed a little and then tensed up again. She could tell he was confused and trying to think things through. She turned around quickly and took a few steps forwards. Then the atmosphere had suddenly changed between the two horses from being wary and a little aggressive to embarrassment and the chestnut mare had sensed it. Her long legs stood rooted to the spot as though her hooves had frozen in the ground. She span around slowly on her haunches again to face the grulla stallion who seemed to of relaxed a little again and she relaxed too, eyes still watching his every movement. He seemed a little annoyed at himself for mistaking her as someone who had wanted to attack him but that wasn't the case, the mare was just lonely.
The stallion dropped his head to the ground, his face full of shame. She felt sorry for him. Then he said something that Cheyenne couldn't make out. Then the stallion stood up proudly and said "Please... don't..." Her head cocked to one side, ears pricked forward. "You don't want me to leave?" Cheyenne asked him, her voice full of surprise. Maybe he had wanted company as much as she had.
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Post by Dooloomai on Dec 24, 2009 7:13:22 GMT
The handsome mare had now turned to face him, allowing him the opportunity to look her over. Much like himself she was lean, not resembling the classic stock horses like many brumbies. Her chestnut coloring was handsome, not uncommon, but it seemed to stand out extraordinarily on her lean frame. Dooloomai smiled to himself, such a pretty mare, he wondered if she had already been claimed. The young stallion knew better than to think that she would join him, but there was a twinge of hope living deep within his heart. If not, at least he was getting a little bit further in conquering his shyness. He blinked once more and looked her straight in the eye, quite respectfully, his entire frame straightening up. Handsome grey ears outlined in black pricked forward, alert and aware of his surroundings, and his eyes lit up considerably. If an equine could smile Dooloomai would have been doing exactly that. Grinning like a fool, his confidence had boosted considerably with her speaking to him. 'What a strange equine I am', he thought to himself making him only feel more joyful.
Realizing now that he had still not spoken he quickly recovered from this mental side road. "No," he said, his voice was much more chipper this time, yet the deep tones still rang strong, "I apologize for my dreadful behavior, I have been a bit skittish of others as I have been traveling alone for some time." With that he dipped his head slightly as if to bow in apology, he was a very polite stallion once he got over that awkward wall of his. Dooloomai, was proud of himself, believe it or not when he was younger his shyness was even worse, he would only talk to those he had been around for a long time, but no longer. "Excuse me, I have failed to introduce myself, I am Dooloomai, son of Baringa and Amarina. What is your name?" He stood tall allowing his muscles to ripple with the excitement of a victory over his shy emotion. Most equines did not see this shy personality, they thought he was just cold, arrogant, or even stupid, so when he could truly show himself to others it was a monumental win for the painted stallion.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 24, 2009 10:47:21 GMT
The chestnut mare smiled to herself and sighed with relief - it was just a misunderstanding she thought to herself and then relaxed a bit more. He was still young and was learning just like herself. She bowed her head in a sign of respect and politeness and said "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dooloomai. My name is Cheyenne." Once he had gotton over his shyness she found he was very polite and kind to her. "So, you are son of Baringa - the grandson of the ledgendary Thowra?" She asked him. Cheyenne grew up in a herd that often told the ledgends of the silver horses and she found them rather interesting.
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Post by Dooloomai on Dec 27, 2009 5:17:45 GMT
Throwa? he had not known that stallion, if he had a relation he wouldn't have known. Dooloomai looked at her with a blank stare, he only knew his parents, further up the family tree he had absolutely no idea who his ancestors were. Shaking his head he returned his thoughts to her name, Cheyenne, a beautiful name indeed. The handsome grulla paint stallion dipped his head slightly and smiled warmly, "The pleasure is mine, Cheyenne." With this continued looke of kindness he then spoke to his heritage "I know not if I am related to Throwa, my apologies I know very little about my family tree." This thought made his the glitter in his eyes disappear, it was really quite unfortunate that he did not know his family tree. More importantly, where was Dooloomai's family now, his mother and father, and his best friend? Things were so much simpler when he was young, there was little fear about family members as he saw them almost constantly, no longer though.
Turning his thoughts back toward the mare his face lit up once more, hoping that she didn't see this moment of weakness in him. Dooloomai had been weak enough upon her approach showing that he was a shy fool, he had hoped to cover that and show her the true him. "With whom do you reside Cheyenne" Dooloomai asked curiously, sure he was probably prying a little bit, but in all honesty he was interested in knowing if her joining him would even be a possibility.
OOC: Sorry I didn't even realized I picked Throwa's son, accidental relation? I don't know.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 28, 2009 16:55:31 GMT
Cheyenne's brown eyes widened a little in shock. Had he not heard the ledgends of Thowra? Maybe not everyone knew, maybe very little brumbies had been told the stories of the silver stallion that had once roamed these lands. Her expression turned back to relaxed.
"With whom do you reside, Cheyenne," asked the stallion, eyes full of curiosity. The mare lowered her head a little and said: "I run alone and have done since I left my mother," She spoke as if this was something she was not proud of.
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