Headless in the Snow {Open}

[Ehetere]

How did the other colt keep on evading his blows? In Yarakai’s mind, the colt should be a bloody mess in the cold snow by now, not teasing him and leading him a merry dance. This was ridiculous! What honor was there in winning a fight in which you did not actually fight?

His barge had done the trick – finally – and the colt stumbled and fell with a resonate thud and a cloud of snow. Yarakai dove at his flailing form like a wild rabid animal, but the other colt was quick and agile and was on his feet before Yarakai could ensure he would never stand again. There was blood in the snow now, the red standing out harshly on the white, and Yarakai felt a surge of power go through him. Once a horse was wounded, a battle could be decided very quickly.

No more fun and games.

It seemed the bay shared his opinion, for his dancing steps were no longer as sweet, but angry. He reared up at Yarakai, and flailing hooves flashed before Yarakai’s sky blue eyes. But he was away again without presenting a proper target for the queerly coloured brown stallion.

Catching Yarakai by surprise, teeth sunk into his thick dark neck, and he screamed like a wild thing – rearing and bucking with a strength that was far beyond his years. He would not be beaten by this colt if it was the last thing he did. If he had been angry before, he had far surpassed it now. He had become something that was wilder than a winter storm, with his blood rushing in his ears, and his breath sobbing in his chest, he truly was a mad thing in his desperation.


OOC: If we want to wrap this fight up, since they're both so evenly matched, I'll probably have Yarakai stumble / fall in my next post since he's not thinking straight any more is you'd like.

[stormsnow]

OOC: Post without me until the fight is won/lost.

[E!]

ooc; sounds good Ehetere ^^

The beautiful bay was determined to finish the larger horse off now, for his energy was fast fading and that red film of exhaustion was starting to fall over his eyes. His teeth sunk deep into the others neck and soon Bokara was fighting to hold on as he was tossed about by Yarakai's bucking and twisting. The salty, coppery taste of blood filled Bokara's mouth and he grimaced in discomfort.

With a huff, Bokara planted his hooves and gave one, strong shake, hoping to make the other lose his footing.

ooc; what a terrible post xD Sorry I have given you almost nothing to reply to >.<

[Ehetere]

The bay colt was tiring now, and although he was breathing hard, Yarakai thought he might finally have him. There was a pain in his neck, but he was tough, tougher than the gnarled old gums that withstood many a storm. The colt had one last effort to finish him, but then his jaw slipped and he was free once more! Victory would come soon.

Whirling around, Yarakai steadied himself to launch his huge body at the bay, when his foot slipped as the icy ground gave out beneath his hind legs. Giving out a high pitched squeal he fell back, landing with a heavy thud dangerously close to the edge of a steep drop down into impenetrable hop scrub laden with layers of white snow.

Scrambling for a foot hold and winded, Yarakai tried desperately to haul his heavy form to its feet again, but he was gaining momentum on the slippery ice as he raced faster and faster down the slope. There was nothing he could do to prevent his disappearance over the ledge and onto the ever steeper drop. His ghostly head was the last thing to disappear, blue eyes rolling and showing their whites in fear. Moments later a crash was heard accompanied by the cracking of branches and no dark body could be seen lying at the bottom of the slope.

[E!]

Bokara could feel his jaws slipping, and he didnt fight the process, rather let his teeth slide off of the other stallions bloodstained neck as he backed away gracefully - hoping to catch his breath a little before starting to fight once more. Out of the corner of his eye, Bokara saw the pale figure of Loorea, invisible against the snow, and further back, his beloved Quinja. His deep chest heaved as he surged forward, attacking once more.

The lovely bay was suprised then, when his opponent fell, the icy ground his downfall. His delicate frame raised as he reared, hooves thudding dangerously close to his white faced challengers head as the heavier horse slid swiftly down the slope. Bokara's high neigh followed the other down the slope - a mocking sound, out of character for the usually even tempered and quiet bay.

Bokara followed the path of scattered snow, delicately picking his way down the slope to peer over the edge, deep brown eyes a little wary of what he might find. But no body was to be seen, and the guilt on Bokara's conscience faded. His opponent lived - no life had been taken.

Still, his heart remained too heavy for the joy of having won the fight, his muscles weary. It had been, after all, his first fight. The graceful bay picked his way back up the slope, reaching out to touch noses gently first with Quinja, and then a friendly touch to Loorea's pink nose. "Forgive me, you shouldnt have had to see such unruly behaviour" he spoke quietly, usually lyrical voice hoarse from squealing. Fighting other stallions was a right of passage for wild brumbies - Bokara knew that, but still disliked that he had been seen acting violent. It was never a pleasant act.

[stormsnow]

Loorea watched, eyes wide, as Yaraki slid down the forbidding slope, and dissappeared. She came out of her stupour as Boraka touched his nose to hers. She replied to his apology, "There is nothing to forgive. Thank you, Bokara. I shall be on my way. Not everyone here is comfortable with my presence."

[E!]

Briefly after Bokara had touched noses with her, Loorea spoke gently, issuing her leave. Bokara was too tired to register that the filly he had just fought for was slipping away to be with her friend Daku, and to leave himself and his beloved Quinja alone upon the snowy ridge. Still, it was probably for the best, what with Quinja's unease around the pure white filly.

His usually fluid motions were jerky - his limbs stiffening up already, the cold not helping. Pressing against his sweet grey filly for a moment, Bokara relished the feeling of her soft winter coat before setting off toward lower ground; stiff and sore.

ooc; i'd say the thread is finito now ^^

[stormsnow]

OOC: Yep!

BIC: A look of relief spread over Loorea's face. Some, or most stallions would have commanded that she stay; a few would have pleaded with her. But Bokara did not. He understood her reasoning, and accepted it. The mare nodded fondly to him, and his grey filly too. "Doubtless we will meet again someday," she neighed with a small, sad smile.

The blindingy-white mare turned away. Nudging Daku to his paws, she whinnied farewell to the other pair, and set off into the nearby forest, towards their goal. The legendary valley of Thowra, which only two living creatures knew the way to.