Post by stormsnow on Jun 7, 2010 10:18:31 GMT
Dawn showed a shadow flitting across the water of the Cascade Creek, only to be gone for a moment an then reappear again as a brumby came to the bank's edge to drink from the clear, cool water. A large pink tongue lapped at the water like a dog's, and a creamy tail swished back and fourth.
Barega had come north again with the coming of spring, choosing to have the better grazing than the freedom of the northern slopes in winter. The colt was growing up in to a handsome young brumby, his creamy coat lighter than the spring before. He had grown in size, too, so that he no longer bore much resemblance to the sweet foal he had once been.
Having drunk his fill, the colt moved closer to the treeline, grazing leisurely on the grass that had grown with the warmth of the new season, his muscles relaxed and his brown eyes half-closed, relaxing in the sun that made his coat glow. He paused to watch a wombat waddle towards the forest, returning home to his burrow after a night's foraging.
Barega was about to resume his meal when a slight noise, from a little further up the riverbank, made him startle, throwing up his head to gaze from whence the sound had come. Pricking his ears warily, the creamy colt nickered, "Who's there?" He suddenly realized that he was in a rather conspicuous position- his silver coat made that almost certain.
Barega had come north again with the coming of spring, choosing to have the better grazing than the freedom of the northern slopes in winter. The colt was growing up in to a handsome young brumby, his creamy coat lighter than the spring before. He had grown in size, too, so that he no longer bore much resemblance to the sweet foal he had once been.
Having drunk his fill, the colt moved closer to the treeline, grazing leisurely on the grass that had grown with the warmth of the new season, his muscles relaxed and his brown eyes half-closed, relaxing in the sun that made his coat glow. He paused to watch a wombat waddle towards the forest, returning home to his burrow after a night's foraging.
Barega was about to resume his meal when a slight noise, from a little further up the riverbank, made him startle, throwing up his head to gaze from whence the sound had come. Pricking his ears warily, the creamy colt nickered, "Who's there?" He suddenly realized that he was in a rather conspicuous position- his silver coat made that almost certain.