FredomsDawn: mare (open)

[freedomsdawn]

FredomsDawn

My mother had disappeared again leaving a grey shadow of her in my head, always leaving me alone in different lands it seemed, to my docile mind. my black coat shimmered in the silver moonlight, my beautifully long silver forelock fell over my Arabian dished face. Always running i whispered to the wind that twisted my snow white mane and tail into snakes of hair. i started loping running from shadows,running from darkness that my wild imagination created running toward the dawn of my freedom.

I entered a place filled with shadows, a place i didn't want to be, i saw eyes in those shadows and let out a challenging squeal to my imagination, to create more or to let me go from the staring gaze of things not there, i snorted and pawed the ground coming back to my stallion habits. my shining hooves covered in the dust of this strange land, i screamed at the sky and my imaginative enemy's disappeared.

I listened for predators. My black ears twitched as i listened to nothing but the wind and the bush.

I wandered on aimlessly hopping to find something to help me,i lifted my delicate head, prancing under the sky, my deep golden brown eyes darted to the now risen moon and there i found an answer, protection, the moon gave protection to everyone who wanted it and i needed protection from myself, something not even the moonlight could give, i needed someone kind with the skill to protect me. It was so much to ask but i would wander this dark land until i found it, stallion i whinnied.

[Rivre]

The moonlight leant an eerie glow to the creamy night-runner stallion; shades of gold highlighted by the pull and give of muscle sinews beneath thick hide, deep shadowy eyes rimmed by a tinged pink, silvered ears pricked and flaxen froth of a mane billowing about strong head. He was unusual, that was for sure - a ghost horse crossed with legendary creamy brumby, but handsome non-the-less. He wasn't sure as to why he was traveling so high up the Ramshead, or why he had come so far South to the old haunts of a magnificent stallion, but as he wandered, what he was sure of, was that he heard a call. A mare's call. "Stallion". Pulling to a sharp halt, Wandarri stood poised, half- skidding down the rock and shaly track to utter his reply, strong and certain rather than carrying the fearful note that the other brumbys had rang with.

He was within his rights to reply afterall, he saw no other stallions and he did not know if his pursuer was a pretty thing, so it made no difference to him whether or not he at least encountered the mare. He would only steal her away into the night if she were as rare as he, a creamy or a shadow filly, a painting of pure chocolates and black or a portrait of creams and greys. It was not that he was arrogant, only that he had been brought up with the beliefs that colour was a great attribute and to ignore it would be plain ignorant, besides, he wanted the rainbow; a herd to be envious of. So now he wove with purpose through the snowlit gums, their branches thwacking to thick hide with a frosty spring, pale hooves stepping quickly and head held high, immitating the proud carriage of a stallion reaching his prime. It wasn't long before he heard travel up ahead and slowed a little, snorting quiet streams of smoke into the crisp night, a cool sweat shinning on sun and snowy coat.

Pushing his way through the last of the trees ensnaring arms, Wandarri was at last able to see the mysterious mare for who she was; a filly of the moon. And in his eyes she was beautiful. It surprised him too, that it was not just the rich chocolate of her coat -almost black- that made her a prize, but also her slender build and dishy skull, those startling white locks of mane that hung spuspended in the moonlight, the same rays the fell to him - radiant. Snorting quietly once more, he dipped his head slowly to the beatiful creature, surrendering himself to the moonlight and her gaze, "Greetings o' precious moon filly, I am Wandarri, for the ghost horse and what is the name that accompanies such a face? Surely it too, is beautiful?"

OOC: Wan turns on the charm! xD

[freedomsdawn]

OOC: sorry it took so long to reply my computer broke down

I smiled at the cream stallion that had appeared through the trees and dipped my head in recognition before i spoke voice floating on the cool night air i am Ngunnawals Fajr and my name means Freedoms Dawn which is easier to pronounce although my friends call me Dawn. i was pleased that the stallion was polite, i would of challenged him if he wasn't nice to me, i wanted a protector and mate that i liked not some bossy stallion. Do you have any mares? as i must not be hard for a handsome stallion like yourself? i questioned, mostly because i was curious but also because i wanted to see how much time he might be able to spare for me, i hoped it was not to selfish i pranced to wards the stallion and stopped a few meters from the night-runner holding my head and tail high like a true Arabian, i then lowered my head again in a gesture of submission before pricking my ears and prancing forward again, the moonlight shone on my white mane and tail making it a straight silver, i came up to the stallion my nostrils flaring at his scent, it was strong and made me feel safe near him, i relaxed letting out a silent sigh while i waited for his reply

[Rivre]

Wandarri had hit a stroke of luck apparently, not just that the mare was beautiful, but that she had a temprament that would be easy to contain; she would be a follower of an also exquisite herd. Nodding his head in acknowledgement, the huge cream and white stallion met her velvet nose with his own pink one, snorting quietly. He felt electric fire run through his veins from the touch, "I have no mares as such, only the moon and the sun that follow a wanderer." He spoke with pride that hid his fear she would not want to follow him if he had no company to offer other than his own. "Perhaps you shall be the first of a few? I am not one to gather mares from all around, I chose only the brave and the free - but also the beautiful."

In their clearing on the hillside, the young moon shone bright, illuminating the two horses below the glowing silver saucer, a liver cocoa and white chocolate ribbon that blended into the meager night. If Wandarri had indeed struck gold, he would no longer wander alone - the illusive night runner stallion - now with an exquisitly beautiful mare to follow him. All the creatures should know how splendid they should be.

[freedomsdawn]

OOC: sorry its a short post im really busy right now

The stallions touch was genteel and made me feel safe near him. He was a wanderer like me which was pleasing, also that only the brave and free accompanied him. I smiled as i definitely was free, i did as i wished and had no one to tell me otherwise, i trod on secret paths only known to me, and ran with the wind and moonlight as free and wild as can be. I moved closer to the stallion to stand by his side before saying, i would love to come with you and roam these lands by your side