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Post by KAREE on Jan 23, 2010 0:54:44 GMT
The tension in the air snapped, and the stallions roared their challenges to each other. Nilee, feeling a little frightened by the sudden furousity of it all, took a couple of steps back; trying to blend back into the trees. The two horses suddenly slammed into each other, becoming a mixture of silver hair and swirling snow. The bit and struck, moving in and out, back and forth. It was like a choriographed dance; only it was bloody and terrifying to watch.
It seemed like a long time before they parted, blood splattered the once pure white snow in a small circle around the stallions and finally, one fell to the ground, exhausted. Nilee watched in pure terror, who had won? Who had lost? Who would be her new stallion? She stared wide eyed at the grey mess that was sprawled on the ground, she had an aweful feeling that it may have been the red-eyed stallion, Jirrand; but hoped desperately that it wasn't. For some odd reason, she felt drawn to him like a fly to a peice of dung. Perhaps it was the red eye, it was so unusual and so rare. She swallowed down the lump in her throat as the victor pranced happily over to her. To her pure joy it had been Jirrand who won!
Emerging from the trees she had used to shelter herself, Nilee greeted Jirrand with a soft nicker and stretched out her nose to brush it gently up against his. "Congradulations!" She beamed with a huge grin planted on her lips. She took a moment to watch the defeated stallion, Rio, slaunter away, and for a moment she felt sorry for him.
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Post by Ehetere on Jan 23, 2010 2:57:44 GMT
Jirrand nickered appreciatively when Nilee came over to offer her congratulations. He was most pleased that she did come, and had not disappeared into the snow when the fight had begun. She seemed happy that he had won, which only made him lift his tired head higher and flag his silver tail joyfully. She was beautiful, and now she was his.
He flicked an ear in the direction of the retreating grey, and let out one long, sad call to the winds out of respect for him. It took courage to lose a fight, but Jirrand had honour and would not kill another for it unless absolutely necessary.
He felt no resentment or hatred towards the grey, and he sincerely hoped the other would feel the same, for it was not his intention to make enemies for himself. He had plenty enough of those already.
He ran his soft pink nose along Nilee’s roaned neck and stopped to groom at her withers a little. She was indeed a jewel, and he had won her fair and square. He only hoped his other two mares would approve.
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Post by KAREE on Feb 3, 2010 9:24:09 GMT
Nilee smiled fondly at the cremello stallion. His joy and pride seemed to flow into her and she began to feel rather happy and pleased by his win. It surprised her when he called after the other stallion, and just made her sudden fondness for Jirrand explode. He was not one of those stallions who rubbed a lose in anothers face. He was a good sportsman.
She sighed happily, her stomach tingling as she felt his vevlet nose run along her slender neck. She did the same, grooming the giant stallion as best she could on the withers. She wondered idly what would happen now, now that she belonged to someone. What if he had other mares? What would they think of her? She paused, pulling away gently. She stared Jirrand in the eyes for a moment, wondering quietly what she could say next...
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Post by Ehetere on Feb 7, 2010 0:19:12 GMT
Jirrand stilled when she pulled away from their grooming session, fearing the worse. She would leave then - leave him alone with nothing but a memory of her beauty. His other mares would scold him then, for fighting for no prize. He would be called foolish, a bully. What if his other mares left him?
“Will you join me?” he asked, impulsivity taking over. If he was going to lose her to the winds he must hear her say she did not want to be his, to run with him and enjoy all the excitement that life could offer. “Will you come back with me to my other two mares?”
It was only fair she knew about Kalari and Karween. He would not lead her astray about her being his only mare or anything of the sort. Some mares might decline in a similar situation - feeling cheated. He sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t.
He had to resist the urge to turn his red eye away from her view as she gazed up at him so intently. He always felt so uncomfortable, vulnerable, whenever he showed his true colours to the world. Horses would scorn him and flee in terror or a terrible fate. He did not want to be thought of as a bringer of death - all he wanted was to be accepted and happy with his herd. The question was what would it take to achieve this.
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Post by KAREE on Feb 9, 2010 7:18:09 GMT
She blinked, twitching her ears a little. Her stomach started doing wild flips and turns as he asked her if she would run with him. Hadn't that been what that fight was about? Her?
Nilee ducked her head a little, letting her flaxen mane fall gently over her blue orbs. Her heart hammered in her chest. She let him wait for a moment or two, and then opened her mouth, "...yes...I think I will." He had mentioned that he had other mares, so she would not be his very first mare, but that, for some reason, did not bother her all that much. She shrugged and smiled, "soo...where are these other mares of yours??" She asked, suddenly eager to get out of the chilling wind and out to meet her new, hopefully friendly, companions.
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Post by Ehetere on Feb 19, 2010 3:14:29 GMT
Jirrand’s hopes fell like the rain from the sky when Nilee dropped her lovely head at his request. Would she refuse him, leaving him to go home empty handed? Any noise from the surrounding bush fell on deaf ears, with all of Jirrand’s attention focused on the filly who was beautiful like the snow standing before him. He had fought for her with all his might, and had triumphed. Would she still evade him?
But then she spoke those quiet words, and Jirrand breathed out in relief, nuzzling gently at her pale pink freckled neck. She was beautiful and now she was his. He took a small step back, admiring her before glancing up at the ever darkening sky.
“Come and you shall see,” he said with a smile, and in every line of his body was the imminent coming of a magnificent stallion reaching his prime. Soon, soon, the High Country would be speaking his name on the wind, and he would have his heard of lovely mares by his side as he went seeking his future, his destiny.
OOC: Just wanted to put a bit of a closer on this thread so I can mark it as finished. You can post here again if you want Karee, but I think Jirrand is done here  .
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