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Post by Tiggs on Jun 19, 2010 6:08:29 GMT
Oh what she wouldn’t give to see Piringa box this colt over the head! She wheeled and pivoted, changing direction and trying to get around him but he was always there blocking her escape. It was the only time she’d ever felt jealous of those lithe fillies like Kiata who could dodge the winds! She tried lashing out, but her kicks never landed. She must have taken him by surprise that first time. She would never land a hit on him again.
The treeline loomed, and Jiba fought harder but the colt driving her was an unstoppable force and she was a moveable object. Her heart was beating rapidly with what she could only assume was fear. If she was pushed into the trees, she would be out of Piringa’s sight and it would be easy for the darker brother to hustle her away.
But then she could hear Piringa and his sandy filly and the colt changed tactic. She bucked and kicked out as he passed, but she only received a nip on the shoulder for her trouble. She bet that would leave a mark. The dark grey colt was gone then, disappearing into the trees like a wraith leaving Jiba breathing heavily at the treeline.
Her heart still pounded like she was running a race. She had been so close to being taken away by that colt, but what had she done to stop him? She could have called Piringa at any time but she hadn’t. She was a logical mare, and the cost to her health should have overridden the price of her dignity. Why hadn’t she called Piringa? Would she have rather stayed with the nasty thief of a colt?
Thinking of the younger stallion as Piringa came running down the slope gave her a thrill, and this time she was not sure if it was all fear. Piringa might be the older and calmer stallion, but the dark grey had promise. He was strong, daring and while overbearingly demanding, Jiba could see how such an obnoxious trait might make him a worthy stallion to follow.
She shivered and shook her head. What was she thinking? The colt was horrible and abusive. Piringa might not be her favourite stallion in the world, but he had proven he could protect her from his brother. Jiba turned to watch him come cantering across Stockwhip and she let out a brief call to let him know where she was before setting off up the hill at a leisurely pace.
Kiata meanwhile was quite happy to believe Piringa was the best stallion in the High Country. He ran with her, and she enjoyed his company immensely. Spring had given her an energy she just could not seem to spend no matter how much frolicking she did! She and Piringa had raced over Stockwhip, testing their limits in speed and agility. Kiata won when it came to being precise and agile, but Piringa had a strength she could not match. It was wonderful to watch him scale rocky tors and not even be exhausted when he reached the top.
All too soon after their gallivanting they were coming back around Stockwhip Hill to re-join Jiba. Kiata was mildly surprised to see that Jiba seemed glad to see Piringa, and she watched in fascination as the brown mare greeted him with a nicker and a brief touch of her muzzle to his. Bizarre, but as spring wore on, not unnatural. Kiata herself had been showing the grey stallion gratuitous affection, but it was still strange to think Jiba might be affected by the spring also.
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