Stranger (OPEN)

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Allinger had no idea how many horses lived here but she wanted a home of her own where she could stay. She had not seen any sign of horses but she could smell horses but maybe not. Allinger forced herself to lie down in a small meadow on the side of the track she was on.

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It was finally winter. Bultarro, named after the cold northern wind, relished the newfound crispness in the air, and enjoyed the sharp whiteness of the snow. His pelt blended in rather well with his surroundings, being made of bay-brown and white patches.
Bultarro had wandered into Yarraman Valley while seeking good grazing. A layer of sparkling snow might have fooled a stranger into thinking nothing of worth was there, but any brumby knew that wholesome grass lay underneath, waiting to be eaten. And so the young stallion, two years of age to be exact, stepped out into the open. His nostrils flared as they took in great draughts of the biting air, seeking any unfamiliar scents. The still air did not carry scents very well, leaving Bultarro no more knowledgeable, but his ears told him that everything was well.
As he bent his head and pawed at the crust of snow, his mane fell back, revealing a solid bite-mark. It was obviously inflicted by another horse. A stallion it was, in fact; they had been fighting over a pretty bay filly not many days ago. Bultarro, it being his first real fight, had been the loser. But he had left feeling ready for the next fight to come, regardless of his cuts and bruises, and that was good enough reward for him. He had never been a selfish or prideful colt.
He revealed a small patch of grass, and leaned down to crop it quickly with his teeth. Little did he know that he was being watched.

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Allinga woke to see a handsome bay skewbald pawing at the snow with the Sun shining on him, the sun she was named after. She wished the unknown horse would not see her though the scrub that separated her and the skewbald. Allinga quietly walked over to a nearby patch of snow and revealed her own patch of grass the same way the skewbald had. She had found the secret to where food was kept throughout winter then again she went back to her watching spot and spied on the young stallion (or colt).

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OOC:
Bultarro is Adorable =D

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OOC: Aw, thank you! I luff him. <3

It was the combination of a glimpse of a chestnut coat and the strike of hoof upon snow that brought Bultarro's attention. He quickly brought his head up, casting his sharp blue eyes in the direction of the noise. While chewing his bounty of grass, he gazed intently at the scrub. If you looked hard enough, you could see the movement of a brumby. The deadness of the cold winter air refused to tell Bultarro whether it was a mare or a stallion, so he simply stood and watched, seeming neither worried nor excited, rather mildly interested. Bultarro let loose a soft nicker as greeting, in case the brumby had not yet seen him, and to ensure that he or she would not be startled later.

Secretly, Bultarro hoped that the brumby was a mare. Not only had he had enough of stallions (his still-sore body reminded him of that), but as of yet he had no mare nor fillies to call his own, and like most stallions he longed to have the company of females. Bultarro sighed softly, a wistful sound, and returned to pawing at the snow.

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Allinger heard a quiet nicker from the young stallion and she now knew he meant no harm, Allinger called to the other brumby to say that she was alone and wanted company. She longed for friends and family because she didn't have such thing. Allinger knew she couldn't handle being alone much longer and this might be her chance. Hopefully the young stallion didn't have many other mares because she found it hard fitting in, that was why she was kicked out of her last herd. Allinger also wanted to explore, a lone wolf which what some other mares called her just like her dam. Allinger needed Excitement she just could not live without it, answering calls when she was little from challenging stallions, the calls her father should have answered. She crept out of her hiding spot and towards this unknown stallion with her creamy tail shining in the sunlight which shined from a brilliant blue sky.

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Bultarro's ears pricked at the sound of a lonesome whinny. So, it was a mare, judging by the light tone of her voice. He watched as the mare emerged, slipping out from underneath the snowgum branches. She had a gorgeous, polished chestnut coat, with a pale mane and tail that shone in the early sun. Bultarro couldn't help but whinny back, for he was glad he had discovered such good company, and was quite pleased with himself. She approached him, and from her charming face Bultarro sensed that she was a kind-hearted and good-willed mare. Just maybe she was someone he would come to like.

"G'mornin', mare," he said jovially. Perhaps he didn't have the most polished manner of speech, but it did the job, and was pleasant nonetheless. He tossed his head, flinging his thick black forelock out of his eyes, and studied the mare with a curious blue gaze. She was older than he, but still young, so they were not too far apart in age. She was indeed a fetching little mare, and Bultarro felt a little happier at the thought of having her company. "Come and join me?" he asked hopefully, although from the tone of his voice it seemed he didn't expect her to refuse.

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"Come and join me?" The skewbald asked hopefully,
"Yes of course, I would be happy to join you"Alinger whinnied while steping with sound- to look gracefull but also to not to invite any uninvited guests.Soon enough darkness devouerd the land sounrounding her but she felt the sun in her hide and bbones. A night with companny was better than day alone any day but she was tired she told Bultarro "goodnight" and soon she was fast asleep.

In the middle of the cold winter night snow started to fall Allinger Whinnied "Do you know of a cave?"

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"Yes of course, I would be happy to join you," she said, like he knew she would, lonely as she was. As she approached, Bultarro noticed the gracefulness in which she walked. He noticed something else, also, and that was the long shadows streaming over the valley. Bultarro was surprised at how quickly darkness had fallen, but then again one had to remember that days were shorter in winter.
Bultarro took in a quick breath and his lips parted as he prepared to speak, to ask her of her name (Lamilla's lesson on manners seemed to have slipped his mind). But before he could get a word out, the mare's head fell in the strangest manner, her eyelids closed, and she said, "Goodnight."

"How queer." It should have remained just a thought, but it slipped out of his lips. He eyed her, wondering if she had some sort of strange disease, for never in his life had he seen a mare fall asleep so abruptly. She didn't even know his name, nor he hers! She must be mighty tired, he thought to himself, deciding to not think any further about the matter. Instead he pawed again at the snow, and again leaned down to nip at the grass he revealed. He stood there, nibbling here and there at the ground, keeping an eye out for the dreadfully tired mare while she slept. As the night deepened, snow began to fall. Bultarro lipped at the falling flakes with a coltish playfulness that had not yet left him, and then with all seriousness went back to rummaging.

All of a sudden Bultarro noticed the mare had come awake. He chewed a mouthful of grass and watched her as she blinked sleepily. She asked if he knew of a cave; he tilted his head in thought, and then replied, "I'm 'fraid not, my dear mare. But there's no reason to worry; only bats sleep in caves anyway." Still, the mare seemed wanting of shelter, and Bultarro felt the need to provide it for her. "Come on, sleepy-head; let's get you under some trees." He turned with a beckoning flick of his tail, and plodded over to a group of trees, standing serenely amongst the falling snow.