Post by Corowa on Sept 21, 2010 21:05:02 GMT
The bay stallion grazed his way down the lightly timbered slope. The wind had picked up, and it tore its way through the uppermost snowgums. Yallaban threw up his head, nostrils flaring wide as he listened to the creak and moan of bark. He could feel himself tingling with a queer excitement, and the stallion was sure there was more bad weather coming. There was a hushed stillness to the bush, broken only by the plover’s mournful call.
He had been driven steadily southwards, far from his Bogong bimble, to the wide snowgrass flats of the lower Cascades. There were many mobs of brumbies here, and Yallaban had been filled with a profound longing for companionship. His mares had vanished into a swirling willy-willy of snow, and he had seen neither hair nor hide of them.
Suddenly Yallaban stiffened, ears sharply pricked, nostrils to the wind. The stallion stood with head held high, staring at a particularly thick clump of bush. He could feel his hide crawling at the memory of that furious dun stallion, with his terrible screams and wickedly sharp hooves. Surely, the dun stallion, could not have found him here.
OOC: Open to very plain mares ie. bays, duns, chestnuts, blacks etc.
He had been driven steadily southwards, far from his Bogong bimble, to the wide snowgrass flats of the lower Cascades. There were many mobs of brumbies here, and Yallaban had been filled with a profound longing for companionship. His mares had vanished into a swirling willy-willy of snow, and he had seen neither hair nor hide of them.
Suddenly Yallaban stiffened, ears sharply pricked, nostrils to the wind. The stallion stood with head held high, staring at a particularly thick clump of bush. He could feel his hide crawling at the memory of that furious dun stallion, with his terrible screams and wickedly sharp hooves. Surely, the dun stallion, could not have found him here.
OOC: Open to very plain mares ie. bays, duns, chestnuts, blacks etc.