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Post by aya on Apr 16, 2008 17:13:28 GMT
Mica rubbed her head against Nevada's neck; so he had two mares now. She supposed this was a good thing - and she was happy for him - but she felt that Brael was going to cause Nevada a lot of trouble, maybe more than she was worth.
As the winter wind ruffled her now-thick coat, she longed for the sun to drop so they would find somewhere warmer to graze. She could feel herself becoming irritable with the situation and she positioned herself further away from Brael, standing close to Nevada.
"I hope the King doesn't lay his eyes on her, Nevada." She said within earshot of Brael, trying not to sound too spiteful. She could see the undecided looks the moonfilly was giving him and now probably even felt a little jealous of her. If any stallion challenged Nevada, it certainly wouldn't be for Mica, that's for sure.
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Post by Tiggs on Apr 21, 2008 16:44:30 GMT
Nevada nibbled Mica's two-tone mane, nickering softly. "I hope he doesn't either, though it's winter, he wouldn't leave his mares?" It was supposed to be a statement, but it came out as a question. He doubted Aleo would come up here in Winter on a whim. Brael was safe for now. Nevada would be able to spend the cold season wooing the rare female, and then when Spring came around and Aleo inevitably sought him out to make his life difficult, Brael would hopefully be loyal to him and not the King. Hopefully.
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Lurking at the bottom of the ridge, downwind of the small mob of brumbies, the dingo stared with golden eyes. The trail came to a strong peak here, and sure enough, there was the young white stallion with one of the Moonfillies. Stepping out of the warpath, Ammi watched with a somewhat gleeful expression. She'd brought Aleo to this stallion - Nevada - and at least one of her promised stood grazing between patches of snow. The show promised to be entertained, and hopefully there'd be a meal at the end of it. Fresh horse meat. Yum. "Well, Brumby King, it seems one of the pair has slipped away, but I can find her later. What will you do with this pretender to your throne with his new prize?" She said quietly to him, looking up at the older white stallion.
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Post by aya on Apr 21, 2008 16:54:48 GMT
Aleo stood next to the dingo, Ammi, with whom he had followed to the Ridge. Sure enough, Ammi had brought him right to Nevada's small herd. There he grazed with a paint mare, as Tingara had told him, and also a rare moon filly who seemed to be rather discontented with the situation. Aleo bent his head down to good-naturedly snuff Ammi with his nose.
"You really deliver on your promises, don't you?" He felt relieved, mostly, "I hope you can get something out of this. I don't know what, exactly, though."
He began to carefully pick his way through the ridge towards Nevada's group, before stopping in a thicket of now-bloomless wattle trees.
He raised his head gracefully and let out a massive neigh, making sure that he looked as intimidating as possible. Aleo might take a small pleasure in freaking Nevada out, though he'd never admit it.
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