Post by aquiladorado on May 3, 2010 21:53:59 GMT
A risked glance behind was unthinkable; like Orpheus, he feared his Eurydice would disappear, or worse – she wasn’t even there. The large stallion strode down the hill a little unsteadily with that thought on his mind, but he continued on in silence. There was no sound in the bush, the nocturnal creatures finding it too early to cause a ruckus and the day creatures already long since hibernating, and the air held an eerie chill to it that only the most careless Brumbies would not be prompted to take caution. Yunkara was totally exposed – not just physically, but emotionally. He was vulnerable and he did not like it. But he knew he had no other choice if he was to keep Shaylx.
The ground levelled and soft whispers were just able to be heard beyond a borderline of trees. The sooty buckskin pushed through the growth of snowgums and found himself at a small, isolated creek. The stallion grimaced – he had been here before. In fact this was where he had been heading, but the memories of these lands were still unpleasant. He knew not whether it was a complete coincidence that he had brought the Moon Filly to this exact place, whether his legs had a mind of their own and guided him to the creek below the level of consciousness, or if he had decided to go on his own. Either way the quiet gurgling water caused emotions that he tried to hide from his features.
How he longed to be like a river! To always know where he was going, simply following a flow. The misty smell that accompanied rivers wafted through his nose and Yunkara snorted softly. ”The river is lucky. It can’t talk, and therefore, can’t judge.”[/i] With a momentary hesitation, the stallion turned his muscled neck as he continued to speak softly. ”I will be like the river – I hold no judgement against you. But could you do the same for me?”[/i] The fact that he had managed to see her sleek silhouette when the glow of the moon was blocked by the cover of trees was incredible, but so was the fact she had followed him at all.
Yunkara stepped away from the river to look Shaylx straight in the eye. ”I was two years old, residing in the company of a rowdy bachelor herd. A creamy came by and we hunted her down. I found her first.”[/i] The stallion shifted his feet uneasily, and longed to let his gaze wander but held it firmly in place. ”She was unwilling to say the least, yet I took her as my own in a way she would never forgive. It wasn’t long afterwards when I was attacked by that feathered demon and the creamy sped off as if her life depended on it. It probably did,”[/i] he said bitterly. ”Then I was chased out of the High Country and never came back until recently. My whole life I have been an outsider – my mother and father were the same. I blamed them for my behaviour but realized the responsibility was my own and without accepting it I was getting nowhere. So I came back to make right of my wrongs, although it hasn’t been easy. From what I have been lead to believe, that mare is still around and I intend to find her. I need to deal with the source of my problems.”[/i] Even though that is myself, rang his conscience. And for all I know, I could already have a foal on the ground. The thought was terrifying.
The ground levelled and soft whispers were just able to be heard beyond a borderline of trees. The sooty buckskin pushed through the growth of snowgums and found himself at a small, isolated creek. The stallion grimaced – he had been here before. In fact this was where he had been heading, but the memories of these lands were still unpleasant. He knew not whether it was a complete coincidence that he had brought the Moon Filly to this exact place, whether his legs had a mind of their own and guided him to the creek below the level of consciousness, or if he had decided to go on his own. Either way the quiet gurgling water caused emotions that he tried to hide from his features.
How he longed to be like a river! To always know where he was going, simply following a flow. The misty smell that accompanied rivers wafted through his nose and Yunkara snorted softly. ”The river is lucky. It can’t talk, and therefore, can’t judge.”[/i] With a momentary hesitation, the stallion turned his muscled neck as he continued to speak softly. ”I will be like the river – I hold no judgement against you. But could you do the same for me?”[/i] The fact that he had managed to see her sleek silhouette when the glow of the moon was blocked by the cover of trees was incredible, but so was the fact she had followed him at all.
Yunkara stepped away from the river to look Shaylx straight in the eye. ”I was two years old, residing in the company of a rowdy bachelor herd. A creamy came by and we hunted her down. I found her first.”[/i] The stallion shifted his feet uneasily, and longed to let his gaze wander but held it firmly in place. ”She was unwilling to say the least, yet I took her as my own in a way she would never forgive. It wasn’t long afterwards when I was attacked by that feathered demon and the creamy sped off as if her life depended on it. It probably did,”[/i] he said bitterly. ”Then I was chased out of the High Country and never came back until recently. My whole life I have been an outsider – my mother and father were the same. I blamed them for my behaviour but realized the responsibility was my own and without accepting it I was getting nowhere. So I came back to make right of my wrongs, although it hasn’t been easy. From what I have been lead to believe, that mare is still around and I intend to find her. I need to deal with the source of my problems.”[/i] Even though that is myself, rang his conscience. And for all I know, I could already have a foal on the ground. The thought was terrifying.
