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Post by stormsnow on Jan 2, 2010 5:45:57 GMT
OOC: I do that sometimes, Tiggs. I should do it more often... Apologies, once again, for the very short post. I have no muse at the moment!
BIC: Pengana silently agreed wholeheartedly with everything Wirinun was saying. She looked at the painted stallion as he looked at both mares. Who could know what he was thinking? Not one to dwell on that sort of thing, the black filly turned back to the grey mare.
“Indeed, you would be welcome to join us. We may even get a bit of conversation,” Pengana whinnied teasingly. She was not talkative, although she was a deep thinker and possessed a large amount of wisdom, and she suspected that Wirinun wasn’t either. She hoped that Alkira would be different, if indeed she chose to come with them.
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Post by E! on Jan 10, 2010 8:31:50 GMT
[/b] her quiet voice was almost lost in the wind as she spoke. After a nervous glance at the sky above them, she returned her gaze to Wirinun "Some company would be nice". Her small ears flickered around, sure that they had heard yet another sound - not made by Wirinun or Pengana. But her bright eyes remained on Wirinuns, occasionally switching to Pengana's, an excited smile finally venturing onto her face.[/ul]
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 10, 2010 9:42:07 GMT
OOC: Keep going without me and Yaruka - I think Yaruka is bombarded with school etc, so we'll jump in again if she has the time later on =) Just assume Ingoola and Euroa are hidden
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Post by aquiladorado on Jan 11, 2010 4:26:48 GMT
Snow had started to fall, and left a soft dusting on the back of the Brumbies as well as decorating their manes and tails. The painted stallion had barely noticed. He sighed as the black filly agreed with his offer to Alkira and gave a quick shake of his coat, releasing his worry. The small particles of snow that had started to accumulate disappeared and left him shivering as the droplets slid off his side.
He had, once again, been staring at the grey mare. She had met his gaze head on with her own. Her blue eyes seemed to waver, though, from showing curiosity to uncertainty. Alkira's ears twitched at random whenever the look of uncertainty overcame her features, and Wirinun took a step back. I'm frightening her, he assumed. His heart sank and his ears slowly did the same. The way she looked at him, she must have been taking in his sight. And, obviously, it must not have been that appealing to her. The young stallion could only imagine what he looked like right now; the few scars and scabs that dotted his coat from his fight with Thalera drawing attention to his loss, and the distant look in his eyes being the icing on the cake.
When she actually agreed to come with him and Pengana, Wirinun was overcome with shock. Perhaps this mare was only not wanting to hurt his feelings, but either way his heart beat a little faster than it had before. The once bright sky had been covered with a misty veil - a sign that the light snow that was already drifting down from the thick clouds would soon become a lot heavier. Wirinun started to head up the trail, soft thuds drawing his attention momentarily before he passed it off as being nothing more than some falling rocks. He turned his head back to the mares. "We would do best to start moving then,"[/b] came his voice in a shy manner that he had not intended. "I hear the winter brings many challenges to this mountain."[/b] His last words were nearly drowned out by a sharp gust of wind, filling the patterned stallion with a strong sense of adventure and only a fraction of what could happen on his journey.
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Post by stormsnow on Jan 12, 2010 0:45:24 GMT
It had started snowing, and Pengana felt icy flakes settle on her back, sending a chill through her body as they melted into freezing water. She was full conscious that she would stand out against the snow more than her companions, being black. The filly was overjoyed when Alkira agreed to come with them. She shook herself, spraying snow and droplets of water everywhere.
She nodded in acknowledgment as Wirinun spoke, surprised that he sounded rather introvert in his manner of speaking. A gust of wind tugged the sturdy filly's mane and tail this way and that, like waves in a storm. She whinnied encouragement to the grey mare and started up the mountain, after the painted stallion, her hooves making a muffled clicking noise on the stone under them.
Who knew what awaited the three of them at the top of Mount Kosciusko, if, indeed, anything did? Pengana reveled in the feeling of the wind howling in her ears, and the snow, soft and cold on her skin, drifting down from the skies, to cover the land in a white blanket, ad muffling the sounds of other, unseen horses, whom the fierce filly had heard a few moments before.
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Post by E! on Jan 12, 2010 3:38:23 GMT
Her smile grew slowly as Wirinun spoke, they were a group! Wirinun, Pengana and her, together. A shudder of excitement spread over her body, and her heart jumped nervously. The stallion started up the trail, hooves making barely a sound on the already snow covered ground. Alkira's ears pricked to hear his words, almost swept away on the wind! That old feeling of suspense and joy came over Alkira, and after waiting for Pengana to pass, eyes sparkling at the fillies whinny of encouragement, she kicked out her heels and followed.
The snow caught in their coats, making her and Wirinun almost invisible, and Pengana a black shadow that she followed obediantly through the snowfall. Alkira tossed her head, her mane flying high in the air, getting tangled and matted with snow. Oh, the adventure!
Her bright eyes stuck to the shadow ahead of her, for she would not like to get lost on the mountain - with no source of comfort or help from others. She had no shadow of doubt now that she had done the right thing, for her heart raced with the wind as it blew them further, further onto the heights of the mountain. Her dainty hooves sunk deep into the snow, leaving pock marks behind her. She cursed their neatness, for splayed hooves would have been better for traveling over the snowy surface.
A high whinny left her pale lips as she called out to Wirinun excitedly. Pengana had gotten too far ahead, and Alkira only caught faint sights of black hide. Frightened, she surged forward, her slender legs graceful even in the tough terrain. She whinned again, closer now - moving forward to walk at Pengana's flank, her nose rubbing the fillies shoulder. "Wirinun...is he a pleasant stallion?" she asked the black mare nervously, quiet so that the stallion ahead could not hear.
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Post by yaruka on Jan 16, 2010 1:58:51 GMT
OOC: Really sorry for just disappearing guys!
BIC: Ingoola trembled with excitement when she spotted the two paths Euroa had noticed. Tossing her head with pent up energy, she glanced once at her sister to show that she understood before cantering off to the left. When she reached more level ground she slowed to a creeping walk, taking care to avoid any loose stones or twigs that would give her away.
When she reached the far side of the tor she stopped to take a deep breath of thrilling mountain air. It rushed through her body, filling her with the wild abandon of the life in the mountains and setting her hair on end with exhilaration. Then she lifted her head and whinnied, a drawn-out haunting cry that echoed and bounced off the rocky mountainside. A second later she leapt from her hiding place, landing on a mostly flat rock more delicately that one would have believed her capable off. Half-rearing she whinnied again, before leaping down and dashing off to the right. Now it was Euroa’s turn.
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Post by Tiggs on Feb 6, 2010 10:26:23 GMT
On the opposite side, Euroa had found a little plateu of rock to bring her up above the talking group. After the echoes of Ingoola’s second whinny had barely faded, Euroa stepped out into view on the rise above the group, rearing and kicking at the air. She sounded a neigh, her best impression of her sister’s voice. Landing back on all four feet, she tossed her head, mane foaming like spray from a waterfall.
She posed for a moment, letting the group see her before wheeling and disappearing from sight behind a large group of rocks. Once hidden, her body was alive with humour. She smiled so much, and she fairly shook with laughter. Oh how confused they must be! She resisted the urge to peek in case she should ruin the game.
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Post by aquiladorado on Feb 8, 2010 4:21:50 GMT
Picking his way up the slope, Wirinun stole a glance behind himself. The confirmation that the mares were following him warmed his heart, despite the cold brushing against his exterior form. Finding the ground fairly safe he sprung happily into a jog while at the same time holding back enough so that Pengana would not lose sight of him in the small flurries that surrounded them. The painted stallion was still content with the way the mares had reacted to each other, and the encouragement Pengana offered the delicate grey caused him to swell with pride.
Wirinun quite liked Pengana. And the blue-eyed mare, for that matter - they were pleasant beings like himself, and it felt right to be guiding them safely up the mountain. His perky ears caught the voice of Alkira behind him, filled with excitement. The young stallion was glad that she was willing to travel with him, and he pushed aside his previous thoughts of how she must have disapproved of him. He figured that if this was what it meant to be a stallion, have a herd, then there was nothing wrong with it.
Only a short time had passed before a scent was blown into his nose. Wirinun stopped abruptly, raising his head to search for the direction of the scent but he was unsuccessful. The wind had whipped the smell away just as quick as it had brought it, but not before it could have been identified as another Brumby. The painted stallion turned to warn the mares, but at the same time a foreign call filled the air, followed by an eerie silence. Wirinun charged back to where Pengana stood, challenging the call with one of his own. He tried to stop the shaking that the cry had caused, his skin prickling with fear. The young stallion was sure he was in no condition to fight, and conditions were dangerous on the mountain during the unpredictable weather. His breath fogged out from his quivering nostrils, searching for that smell again. He found it just as a ghost-like figure leaped into sight and uttered another horrible cry. Wirinun spun around to look for Alkira, but she was still where she had been standing and could not possibly have gotten in front of him without him noticing – and when he turned back to the mysterious figure that had appeared from seemingly nowhere, it was gone.
The patterned stallion, whose coat was almost white with the blanket of snow, stared at the spot where the horse had stood only moments ago. Had he imagined it? Or was the ghost of Thowra residing on Mount. Kosciusko, playing with his mind? Wirinun turned to Pengana, hoping for a sign that she had seen the ghost too, and froze once again. Standing on the edge of a cliff behind and slightly above him was that same ghostly silhouette. It thrashed at the misty air, filling it with the strange vocals that were almost consumed by the wind, before wheeling around and out of sight. Wirinun shook his head, and whinnied his confusion to the sky. What have I done wrong? he questioned himself, for surely that was why the spirit was here.
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Post by stormsnow on Feb 9, 2010 19:27:13 GMT
Pengana replied to the mare's question. "Yes, he most certainly is. I haven't really seen him lose his temper, and he's always kind and considerate." The black filly was about to say more about Wirinun, who was roughly the same age as her, when a ghostly- sounding whinny interrupted. She stopped dead, as did the stallion in front of her. Then, another whinny, and the black mare saw a silver horse rearin in the snow. Then, the brumby was gone, and there was silence.
The patterned stallion turned towards her, and Pengana nodded gravely to say that she too hate seen the ghost silver. The, there was another whinny- slightly different to the black filly's finely-tuned ears-and the ghost rose above them, rearing. Then the noise stopped, and the gohst horse was gone.
Pengana suddenly lifted her head and let out a thunderous neigh. "Who are you? What do you want?" The sound echoed around the mountain, sounding as frightening as any stallion's roar. The black filly turned to her companions. Wirinun was shaking, as if he had seen a ghost. Well, maybe he thought he had.
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