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Post by Illu on Jun 17, 2008 9:31:52 GMT
||OoC|| Clarification: Rezar’s a golden palomino with a black mane, Corowa’s a dapple grey, Kessa’s is a golden palomino, and Karuah is a 'silver' palomino filly. ^_^ |
Funny that, he could have sworn earlier they were both going to ask for the opposite of what they did. Maybe they were trying to look out for each other, or maybe they were trying to say what they thought he wanted to hear, or, the most likely option, he just embarrassingly didn’t know his own mares. In any case, the conflicting advice didn’t help anyway.
Suddenly something started to move and Rezar’s ears flicked back worriedly. Considering stockmen had just been one of the things he was worried about, Wyuna’s mystery appearance seemed badly timed. Still, he didn’t get a chance to react further before he realised it was just a lone horse by themself. If it had of been a person there’d have been no chance of them getting in that close, they never did. Hmm, a mare at that. ”Lost?” he asked curiously, unable to come up with something more intelligent at such short notice.
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Post by yaruka on Jun 17, 2008 17:54:46 GMT
OOC: oooh, ok. I got so confused with all your guys light colours  BIC: Wyuna stopped a short distance away when the stallion looked at her, he was a strange colour too, she reflected, she'd never seen a palimino with a black mane or a dun with a flaxen tail or whatever he was. "Lost?" he asked "Um...I guess," she replied, snorting softly under her breath at his less-than-impressive first impression. "I actually don't really know where I'm going, I escaped from stockmen in my old territory a few weeks ago, and I'm looking for some where new to live. I don't want to go back to my old home," she said, her eyes taking on a defiant glint "I'm not returning to that useless stallion," she muttered, under her breath. She looked at Rezar again "So, where is this place if you don't mind me asking, it'd be nice to be able to get my bearings, you and your herd are the first brumbies I've seen for quite some time." |
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Post by Corowa on Jul 6, 2008 9:41:56 GMT
"foolish one," corowa snorted, head upflung. "no men venture into the south of the ramshead." the rocky tors of the ramshead, the thick timber that grew in the steep valleys and craggy mountain passes, these were what called corowa. only the foal at her side, this silver filly who had been born of the snow, kept her from drifting southwards. but soon enough karuah would be strong, and then corowa could teach her the mysteries of the bush; of the mopoke's call and of the brolga's dance; of the lyrebirds song, and of the whisper of the wind, ever changing.
and the ramshead was alive with such wisdom. for it has seen the birth and death of the whirlwind himself, and such blood flowed within this filly.
curiously, corowa watched the bay brumby mare. there was some quality about her that unsettled corowa - worried her. men. she wondered whether the men still hunted this brumby mare, wondered whether the mare had hidden her tracks, had been wise enough to know to seek shelter within the bush. that to a brumby hunted by men, the wide stretches of snowgrass and granite were a dangerous thing indeed. "you have not led men to us?" corowa asked, fearful for the foal that slept at her feet.
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Post by Illu on Jul 6, 2008 10:27:31 GMT
”If they were after her, they wouldn’t be sneaking around after her, they’d go for her the second she was spotted,” Rezar said thoughtfully, thinking it over and facing his ears backwards worriedly to try and listen behind him. Although he was not the type to pass judgements, the seal brown didn’t look the type to be very adept at escaping men, very few horses where. ”Still, they mightn’t have had a chance to find her yet. How long’ve you been loose for?”
He didn’t mean to make it sound like an interrogation, but he didn’t want to run the risk someone might go after Karuah or Kessa. Kessa at least had a chance of escaping, but his little daughter was still very young, and not nearly quick enough to avoid a man on horseback. Still, this new filly could be a welcome addition if it could be ruled out she was going to be a hazard.
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Post by yaruka on Jul 7, 2008 0:04:50 GMT
Wyuna snorted in offense at the immediate interrogations of one of the mares and the stallion as soon as they heard that she had escaped from men. They hadn't even introduced themselves! Stamping her hoof impatiently, she turned first to the mare "No I have not led men to you," she said, her tone hard "They lost track of me long ago. I am not stupid, they are." Then she turned to the stallion, not really caring what kind of an impression she made. These horses were too uptight for her liking. "I escaped from the stockmen about a week and a half ago, but their territory is far from here, and I traveled mainly through mountain ranges that are impossible for their shod, tame horses to cross." she snorted in contempt as she remembered the stockmen who had held her captive "I doubt they even know how to track a horse." she snorted "It was really only by chance that they managed to capture me" Flicking her tail, she stood there tersely, head held proudly, waiting for the other horses' reactions.
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