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Post by stormsnow on Apr 27, 2010 8:28:06 GMT
Kaya braced herself. He told me his tale, so it is only fair I tell him his, she told herself firmly. "When I left my birth herd, I was little more than a yearling. I wandered a little, and came across a large herd, led by a young chestnut. He called to me, and of course, I went. I knew the wisdom of traveling in a herd. He was alright, as stallions and colts go, but his biggest fault was that he was too cocky. He pitted himself against a much more experienced black stallion, and lost. The black stallion was nice enough at first, but he soon proved to be violent and dominative. I became one of the countless mares or fillies in various herds. My tolorance of large herds and the stallions who led them ended when the white stallion whose herd I came to be in tried to do something-" She paused for a moment, searching for the right word. "Something inproper," the paint mare finished awkwardly. That was more than two seasons ago. I have been alone ever since."
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Post by yaruka on Apr 27, 2010 23:55:04 GMT
Woorin noticed the mare tense up and was about to reiterate that she did not have to share her story with him when she began to speak. As she described the actions of the stallions she had lived with Woorin's ears flickered back in displeasure and finally anger. It was stallions such as the ones she spoke of that made him feel uncharacteristically hostile. Why must some continually abuse their mares? It almost made him feel ashamed to be a stallion himself. When the mare finished speaking he dipped his head to her.
"I, too, am sorry for your past displeasure. I hope you will believe me when I say that I would never have any intentionof harming you, verbally or otherwise. I thank you for trusting me with your story." He gazed sincerely into her eyes, willing her to trust him. Woorin was a gentle soul, tales of such cruelty disgusted him, and he couldn't bear for another to be unhappy.
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Post by stormsnow on Apr 28, 2010 6:49:33 GMT
Kaya knew that the words she had just spoken would make him feel guilty; there was little she could have done to prevent him feeling so. "You are most welcome. I believe what you say, because I know you have no intention of harming me in any way. I can already see that you are very different from those stallions I mentioned."
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Post by yaruka on Apr 28, 2010 23:48:51 GMT
Woorin was pleased to hear that the mare did not lump him in the same category as the brutish stallions of her past, appreciating this more than she could probably imagine.
"Again, I thank you for honouring me with your trust," he said, red ears moving back to their typical forwards position. A sudden sharp sting on his flank sent his tail whipping across his flank, distracting him for a moment. He had not realised it before, but as the two of them talked it had steadily grown darker, and now they stood on the cusp of dusk, on the relatively open bogong. They really should move, this was not the place to spend the night comfortably, and he for one disliked travelling in the dark. He did not possess the wonderous night-time senses of the legendary Breed of the Moon, and while he did not fear it, he was uncomfortable with being caught unprepared in the dark. He wondered how Kaya would react to a suggestion to move from this spot, of course she did not have to come with him, but he didn't really want to leave her, especially not when they were seemingly just becoming friends.
"I do not know your preferences when it comes to sheltering at night," he said, "but might I suggest we move deeper into the brush? It will surely soon become quite cold on this exposed plain this late in the season." He dearly hoped the mare would not misinterpret his words as a show of dominance.
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Post by stormsnow on May 1, 2010 5:53:40 GMT
Kaya nodded. "Yes, I should think you are right," she nickered. "It would, indeed, be extrememly foolish to stay out here. We wouldn't want a dingo or another predator to find us out here, at this time. Lead on, if you will, for I do not know this area at all well." The black-and-white paint mare nodded to him.
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Post by yaruka on May 2, 2010 23:21:25 GMT
Woorin couldn't help breathing a quiet sigh of relief at the mare's positive response, and nodding to her request, turned to enter the brush, pausing as he stepped into the cover to breath deeply lest anything lay hidden in the rapidly falling darkness. He smelt no threat, nor heard any, so he moved on, winding his way between the dark trees, looking for a suitable place to shelter. Not too far in he found a small glade, one he remembered faintly from his youth, and it was there he stopped, turning to face the mare.
"As I remember, this is a quiet area," he said to her. "We should be safe for the night here if you wish to stay."
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Post by stormsnow on May 23, 2010 4:03:27 GMT
The paint mare dipped her head. "Yes, this place is a good choice. Thank you, Woorin," Kaya neighed. She couldn't ever remember thanking a stallion once in her life, nor had any stallion given her any reason to. Seaching around, she found a comfortable spot on the ground, lined with grass and moss. Folding her forelegs under her, the black-and-white paint mare murmured, "Good night, Woorin."
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