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Post by yaruka on Feb 24, 2010 1:18:11 GMT
As engaged as he had been in the filly's antics, Yarran was not so fargone as to miss her sudden distress. As soon as the filly's ears flicked backwards and she took a step back he was beside her, then ahead, bracing his body in front of her own. Sounding more brave than he felt, or at least he hoped so, he whinnied a challenge to whatever it was that had been stalking them in the bush. Imagine his surprise when from out of the brush stepped , not some monster or aggressive stallion, but his lost Myali! Yarran was shocked but dropped his hostile pose immediately and eagerly reached forwards to nuzzle her nose before snuffling all over what he could reach of her body, anxiously checking for injury. "Myali!" he exclaimed "I thought I had lost you for good!" he ducked his head self-conciously as she referred to him as her saviour, "Anyone would have done the same, especially for such a beautiful mare," he said "For you are far from plain. I am so sorry that I didn't find you before now! If I had had even a trace...you can be assured I would have searched tirelessly for you. As it was I had to give you up for lost. It broke my heart to do so, but I had no hope of your survival. Now I am delighted to see I was mistaken!" The grey had been half-babbling in his delight, but at the filly's question Yarran was suddenly abashed, he had completely forgotten the blue roan filly behind him at the unexpected appearance of Myali! If horses could blush he would have done so, and akwardly he turned to Eerawai and nickered to her, urging her forwards to meet the bay. "Lovely Myali, this is the equally lovely Eerawai," he said, desperately hoping he hadn't offended either of them.
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Post by Ehetere on Feb 24, 2010 14:09:39 GMT
Eerawai watched with tensed muscles as a bay muzzle emerged from the undergrowth and became a young filly. Though she relaxed her stance a little, her ears remained unfriendly, as it was clear this filly belonged to the colt. And she had been so hoping that he might have been able to come adventuring with her.
The exchange that followed brought bad memories of the moon filly Brael and the young colt she had lured away from her crashing back. Only this was very different, and there was no malicious intent involved, or so she assumed. But she was the unwanted party once more, upstaged by the leggy filly.
She gathered at least that their previous story had not been a happy one, but at least they now had their happy ending. Feeling out of place, she turned to go - vanish without a trace and nothing but a memory to ever tell that she had been there, when Yarran spoke her name.
She paused and turned her head back, with a forehoof raised uncertainly, the joyous expression customarily worn missing from her features. She blinked, still unsure of whether she should run now and race alone with the winds once more, or stay here.
She did not canter away, but she did not come forward either, remaining rather cautiously where she was, swinging her rump around so she could face the other two horses. She nodded her head briefly in acknowledgement to the bay filly, but appeared a lost for words.
OOC: Made of Fail.
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Post by Rivre on Feb 24, 2010 16:21:18 GMT
Myall was not at all used to traveling with company, in fact she didn't much enjoy it - but Yarran had changed that for her, and she wondering if he would woo this pretty roan also. She seemed agitated by the closeness of the situation, and Myall danced uneasily, although secretly happy that she may indeed be getting her stallion all to herself for a while. Lobes flickering, her sharp brown gaze which rested on the other filly turned to molten fire as it shifted to the strange colored hide of Yarran once again, snorting with amusement at his apologies.
"Yarran neither of us are to blame for what happened that fateful day - well, perhaps I, for galloping down that hillside as I did, but all is forgotten now, let us get on with our lives," stretching muscular neck so that their noses touched once again, happy for once; it had been a long time since she had felt something like warmth in both body and soul, and Myall liked it, very much.
Angling her lean bay fissure so that her delicate head with quick gaze could rest on both the stallion and Eerawai at once, Myall nickered gently to the blue roan filly, feeling a sudden and gnawing guilt out of her spiteful thoughts - she had been alone for so long after her stallion had been killed, and it stirred a relentless fear in the pit of her stomach, one that hurt no matter how happy the situation was.
The dancing had intrigued her greatly, of the pair when they had been unaware of her presence in the ribbongum thicket, and Myall felt almost instantly full of energy at the thought; leaping away, she nipped gently but playfully at Yarran, cantering away and out into the glorious sunlight - rippling off brown coat, sparkling with young life. She bucked and cavorted, pacing the little snowgrass glade at an impressive speed, before sliding to a halt - letting out a great and sobbing neigh to the wild brumbies of the high country.
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Post by yaruka on Feb 28, 2010 18:51:26 GMT
Eerawai was clearly uncomfortable, though no more so than poor Yarran. He'd hate for either of them to feel unwanted and the blue roan had been so close to leaving already. Myali suddenly lept away, tugging at his mane, and Yarran's gaze slipped from the blue filly for a minute to watch the bay's carefreeness with longing for only a moment before turning back to the roan.
"Eerawai," he said gently, looking directly into her uncertain eyes "Nothing would make me happier than if the three of us could make a herd together. Won't you please join us? I know you could belong with me, and Myali too." He took a deep breath then, knowing it was up to the filly and he really had nothing else to offer her. He couldn't give her his entire self and soul, Myali already had part of him, but he could give her and Myali as much love as a stallion was capable of.
The bay mare called with reckless abandon then, and Yarran shivered slightly, knowing the mare could bring anyone to their little clearing with that whinny, and that he was only a young stallion, desperate to convince both of these mares that he would be good for them, but only able to enforce his promises with as much strength as his still growing body would allow. Even so, he was Nevada's son, and already he would fight beyond physical restraints to protect the two mares.
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Post by Ehetere on Mar 3, 2010 9:21:25 GMT
The bay filly seemed not to care but for herself, and tugging Yarram’s mane she sprang away and raced off down the clearing. Eerawai expected the grey and orange colt to follow her, but he did not, instead waiting back for some unknown reason. When he spoke her name she shivered - he was not uncaring at least.
She did not know how she felt about the bay filly: she was not even sure whether she wanted to live a herd life. She had travelled with a red dun stallion once before, but they had been companions of the bush. Would this be so different?
Butting Yarran reassuringly, but still not speaking, she trotted off in the direction that the bay filly had gone - flagging her tail cheekily in an invitation to play a game of chase. Her head whipped around at the sound of the filly’s trumpeting call: it was foolish to call so loudly out in the open like this. The whole High Country might descent in a moment.
Whickering to Yarran, she waltzed into the sun’s rays once more, her dance was more subdued by her mood now - no longer so filled with joy. Still, she still possessed the grace and wildness of the whole High Country, all its secrets at her hooves. No matter who held her, she would still be the bush-wise filly she always had been at heart, the mirage who could disappear without a trace and was one with the bush. Her dance was for the joy of life, and perhaps this might be more beautiful than that of the bay filly. She was not one to be outright competitive or rock the boat, but she could still harbour jealousy.
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Post by Rivre on Mar 5, 2010 17:54:55 GMT
Myall snorted in frustration at Yarran's hesitation, and lowered her head to graze, snatching viciously at the snowgrass tussocks which found their way to her waiting teeth. Her heart really wasn't in it, and she found herself -head thrown up- watching the blue roan who came light stepping into the glade, eyes rolling at her cautious attraction. Why couldn't she just agree to come along? It was easy enough.
Throwing a slightly less energetic call to her mulberry stallion, Myall brushed past Eerawai with ears slightly pinned - it wasn't her fault she'd decided to take badly to her presence - a soft plodding canter which led her to the hooves of the grey Yarran, nickering. "She will come perhaps, but for now, play while the sun still shines and gives us the strength to be joyous" she whispered, knowing that her words were only for Yarran, despite the fact that the roan would not have been able to hear anyway; what she really wanted to say was - stop chasing fillies and realize what you already have! And she supposed that it may have showed some in her features, so took up grazing once more, a little less angrily.
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Post by yaruka on Apr 11, 2010 17:26:58 GMT
Eerewai butted him reassuringly on the shoulder and Yarran ears flickered hopefully for it seemed he was somewhat forgiven. But then, she too, spun away. Yarran stood watching the two beautiful mares play, torn by indecision, he knew which ever one he chased first would proclaim herself the winner. He knew Myali was jealous, and it seemed as though the blue roan filly, though not outright willing to join him, could harbour resentment too. As he watched them, frozen foolishly, Yarran nearly huffed in frustration-how could he go from no mares to two factious ones in a matter of minutes? Both called to him, and still Yarran stood torn. Both were wonderful and beautiful in their own way, and already he was felt himself attached to each of them. But they would not make this easy for him. Myali made her way over to him, whispering enticingly in his ears, and Yarran nearly shook from the force his indecision. He was only a young stallion after all! He did not know how to deal with temperamental fillies. Desperately he racked his brain for some way to get out of this situation without offending either mare. OOC: sorry it’s kind of pathetic, but so is Yarran right now poor baby <3
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Post by Ehetere on Apr 17, 2010 2:09:13 GMT
Eerawai watched with guarded eyes as the bay mare set about securing Yarran’s affections as she must have once before. It was beyond her how stallions could like mares that were so malicious, clearly in it only for their own gain. It was Brael, the Moonfilly she’d saved Kalti from, all over again. Only this time, the bay’s hooves were far more stead fast in their positions upon the cliff. She had no real wish to travel with hostile mares, but Yarran’s heart was in the right place.
She would go with him, she decided, but in her own way. It was unlikely she would be with Yarran and his lead mare for the entire time: she was a filly who longed to explore and run and frolic – here and gone like the morning mist. There was only so much ‘vindictive mare’ she could put up with at any one time.
Legs slowing to a walk from her waltzing steps, she dropped her head to graze to signify she wasn’t expecting Yarran to choose her. It was not in her nature to perform outright warfare, so this was her peace agreement. She could not surrender either.
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