Ghost in the heat

[Valatone]

The heat had grown harsh as the middle of Spring begun. The beginning had been lovely and sweet, but now the heat was coming in force. It beat down on the pale ghost that slowly trudged through the boggy and collapsed in the deeper waters. The beautiful silver filly, pale creamy, was exausted in the afternoon heat wave.
Yooralla stopped her panting after a while. The mud and water had cooled the hot filly right down. On her knees, she lay down and closed her eyes, but not asleep.
If only Yooralla, the great grandaughter of Thowra, could do this every day. But she had a busy schedule of running from colts and stallions. Luckily she had inherited the silver brumby's swiftness and nimbleness, and running from heavy brutes was partly easy. For a moment she forgot about these desperate fears of hers and nearly fell asleep.

[tingara]

A grey and black stallion ploughed his way through the mud of the bog. Oh why had he come down here? Maluka snorted, tossing out his black mane in agitation. He could feel the mud covering his withers harden. He searched everywhere around him and finally found something of interest, a lone silver hair caught on a bush. Maluka sniffed at it, it was a mare's hair. He began to get excited, maybe it was the mare from the mountain. She was what Maluka was searching for. He began to follow the mare's scent and when he was sure he was close, he let out a gentle whicker. Maluka stepped out of the trees only to find it wasn't the mare he was searching for.
"Oh hello," he said disappointedly. Maluka was just about to turn and leave when he caught another scent on the breeze.

[barina]

OOC:ll I had to find a thread to post in.....I was getting bored..

Barina walked along the ridge above the boggy, snatching at mouthfuls of grass here and there. She was lonely, and bored. The wind picked up and lifted her mane and tail, streaming them out behind her like silver banners. Raising her head she let the wind play with her long forelock, lifting it gently then letting it fall back onto her face and into her eyes. Shaking the hair out of her eyes, she suddenly took off, running along the ridge, bucking and leaping, playing in the wind. She wasn't one to stay in low spirits for too long and the wind was her friend, as was the snow. Tossing her head and snorting, she galloped for a long while, until she came to the edge of the flat part of the ridge. There she stopped, her breathing coming only slightly heavily. As soon as she stopped running her lonliness settled back down her back like a thick fog, weighing on her spirits. Desperately, and knowing full well the risks she was taking, she flung up her head and called a long and lonely cry that echoed round the mountains.

[Tiggs]

Leading his herd across the highlands, Nevada reached the Boggy as the sun was reaching its peak for the day. The grass near the edge of the swampy area was sweet and cool, so he nickered to his mares to stop for a drink and a short graze. He himself stood guard, pacing around the three differently coloured mares and the small light grey and white filly. Lifting his head, he smelt horses downwind. Snorting, he perked his ears. "Stay here. If I tell you to go, run to the Bogong, I'll meet you there." He told his herd before he jogged a little way down the boggy plain.

He didn't get far before he saw a darker grey stallion, and a creamy mare wallowing in the mud. Nostrils flaring, he glanced back to his mares. They were safe for now, but with another stallion nearby, things could get difficult. He called to them to go, though he doubted many would listen. Brael was stubborn and Dilali might not know the way to the Bogong, and Baramay wouldn't have the brawn to get Brael moving. So Nevada hung back, eyeing the grey stallion from afar.

If the mare wasn't a creamy, he'd have left straight away. But he couldn't resist adding a creamy to his herd. He pawed the ground and jogged a circle, trying to beckon her over. Perhaps it was a futile effort, but he wouldn't waste the chance to try. But then the call echoed over the valley, and Nevada flung up his head and called out a loud reply before he could think. His heart racing with the excitement, he reared and turned, racing back to his mares. "Quick, go!" The white stallion turned back to the dark grey stallion, lifting his tail proudly.

The creamy in the bog, and the unknown filly calling up on the ridge was too much to resist. Flush from the success of stealing Dilali away from Tingara, Nevada was ready to lead this stallion a merry chase if it would give him the upper hand in getting a hold on the two fillies.

[barina]

Barina hadn't really expected her cry to be answered so when she heard a stallion's response from down below she froze in surprise. She didn't recognize the voice of the stallion, which meant it wasn't Garrong, thankfully. She stood, frozen on the ridge like a cream and silver statue. What should she do? It would be exciting, oh so exciting to run down the ridge and tease the stallion, playing a game of hide and go seek in the dense trees. But maybe she should wait a little, she didn't know this stallion and what of the grey that had protected her from Garrong? But she had no idea where that grey was, or if he even remembered her. She was a lone filly and she longed for the excitement of finally running with a young stallion. Her mind made up, she sprang into a loose, flowing trot, her head held proudly. First to spot the stallion. Then she could decide whether or not he would be a good match for her. Trotting gaily yet carefully down the ridge she felt her heart pound with excitement. Her head was clear though, she'd make sure she wasn't found unless she wished to be found.

[tingara]

Maluka heard both calls but instantly recognised the mare's, it was her! He reared joyously and let an answer float over the top of the new stallion's. Before he passed the stallion to go to her, Maluka looked him over. This was the silver stallion Nevada, not his problem. He smirked ar Nevada and walked with a high step passed him before breaking into a gallop. Nevada could have the first mare, but Maluka had his heart set on the second.

[Valatone]

Yooralla was absaloutely terrified when she heard Maluka's appearence. Laying her ears back, she jumped up, flicking the mud off her and forgetting the heat. Even when he seemed to be disapointed, she still felt threatened by this large grey stallion. Then she heard the cry of another creamy filly, and he looked interested. Was it something she had done? Yooralla didn't care for the grey after that.
Then the white stallion appeared, trying to call her in. She noticed he had a herd, unlike the other stallion, and that he looked like a caring leader. When he called out to his mares to go, she leapt after them but stopped behind Nevada. Before disapearing into the trees, she turned around and nuzzled her new stallion. "I'm with you," she added before disapearing and not leaving a single trace of the magical, silver filly behind.

[barina]

Trotting lightly through the trees Barina froze once again as she heard the cry of another stallion. Could it be? It was the stallion from the top of the mountain. Excitedly she started trotting again then paused, she didn't know where he was, or the other stallion for that matter, would it not be better to let the grey find her? So neighing softly, so that he would only hear if he were near, she stopped in the midst of the trees, shaking slightly with excitement, her nostrils flaring to catch any scent. Her ears pricked forward intently she listened and watched for a flash of grey.

[Tiggs]

Nevada nickered to his new mare in comfort, urging her to follow after his other mares as they made their way out finally. Pausing to lift his head, he let out a final call to the unknown filly, telling her he'd return for her one day. Snorting, he had to let the darker stallion go as he chased after his new creamy.

[barina]

Barina stood in the trees, her ears pricked intently. She heard the other stallion call again but kept quiet herself. He promised to return for her and she found that interesting. He'd never even seen her. But she let it go, it was kind of flattering after all. She stood and waited, feeling the heat more intensely now that she'd come lower down. Maybe a storm was coming she thought. She'd like to be with a herd, or at least another horse before then.