Polyester Girl [o]

[E!]

The sun beat down harshly upon her pale coat, making Burley flick her tail in an unusual show of annoyance. The summer heat was almost unbearable, and it was making her cranky. The pale cream mare stood quietly on a slightly risen piece of earth, watching the mens red and white beasts bellow and moan, no doubt complaining about the heat. Her wide brown eyes were more serious than usual, for once not sparkling with mischief and joy. She did not know what had brought her down so - she did not know she was lonely, for she had never felt such a thing before, she'd always been preoccupied with some game or another.

There was no breeze to provide relief, no cool trickle of air to ease the discomfort. Sweat made her pale mane stick to her neck, along with dust that rose with the movement of the beasts below her. Burley blinked, following one lone bull as he grazed his way to and fro. After some time, she turned, her graceful young body springing easily away from the herd, though she could still hear them bellowing. Perhaps she would search out Omeo? He was always welcoming, or perhaps she could search out her old mate, Prisma.

All she knew was that she was getting sick of being alone, and was ready to find something or someone to spice life up once again.

[Rivre]

ooc: Sorry it's terrible xL

The heat had driven the young chestnut from his reside on the bogong in search of a fast flowing creek to quench his thirst, the springy snowgrass and heather making his foot falls all the more quiet as he trotted briskly across the hilly country. The cherry bay undertone to his coat highlighted by the bright almost red chestnut that he inherited from his dam, and Talgan felt the cold sweat break out behind his ears as he made his across open terrain.

It took the three year old a while to pick out the other brumby that was on the open stretch, but when he did ears flickered forwards and he stopped abruptly - taken with her creamy coat and sweet scent that seemed to drift without the help of any breeze. He stood for a moment, gloriously outlined by the sun, for he knew that it lit up the flame of his coat, before hailing a great stallions greeting, rising in a half rear. But he remained where he was, awaiting invitation because he didn't want to appear rude to such a pretty mare.

[E!]

The rough sound of cicadas flled her ears along with the smoother occasional warble of a currawong, increasing Burleys frustration. Was there nobody that wandered in this heat? Was there no beast, whether he be kangaroo or brumby, that wanted to play? She felt foolish, standing alone on the straight, hot and bothered and yet still striking to look upon. Her frustration made her glance about, certain that she would be alone. And yet - she was mistaken. It seemed, at first glance, that the glory of the setting sun had fallen to the earth and rattled her brain into believing it was a horse.. she was always dreaming such things, much to the embarrassment of those who knew her.

A closer look revealed, sadly, that she was wrong. After all, it was midday! The setting sun was a way off, and before her, of course, stood only a horse. He may only have been a horse, but as the cream coloured mare studied him further, he appeared as a very handsome, if young, well presented stallion. Finally. Her ears pricked, brown eyes beginning to sparkle as he raised himself quite majestically before her. Her silver mane shivered along her neck as she threw her head up and gave an inviting whinny, voice filled with a sense of excitement she had not felt for a long time.

She pranced, her four white socks and thick white blaze striking against her already pale coat. Perhaps times were looking up once again. She watched the stallion for a reaction, pleased that he might want her, and also hoping that he found her desirable - for he sparked in her an interest that she had not known was there.

ooc; bleh, need to get back into her character! I like Talgan, he's so lovely!

[Rivre]

The chestnut watched eagerly for the mares reaction, dark hazel eyes piercing the landscape, feeling the young blood pumping all too fast through veins that felt too small to contain him; Talgan's ears were blessed with a melodious call. Throwing up his head and arching his neck he leapt from stand-still into a trot - resuming his fast pace but picking up his hooves a little higher, the unsuspected white flash of his hind-socks in the flame strikingly white against his other brighter features and liver patches. Talgan had always been a follower of rare coated mares, but it was not vanity that did it - or perhaps it was. Arrellah had instilled a great hope and belief in him that he would one day be a magnificent and glorious stallion that all mares would desire to be with. He didn't of course believe it, but it had instilled a little hope. He just found the nature and the beauty of them quite extraordinary and those he befriended he often wanted to protect, a trait he inherited from his kind sire.

Red and liver mane taken by a sudden pushing wind he broke into a rhythmic canter, slowing as the energy in him was whipped away once more by the winds of the North and as he was finally within distance of the prancing creamy. She was delicate and had soft features that Talgan gazed into with wonder, lobes pushed forwards with interest, gentle eyes watching as he touched his dark nose to her velvety pale one. He felt the hair rise on his coat as if a storm were brewing and the pressure of it drew him into the lower country, but this pressure was on his chest and not his mind. He wondered as to why such a pretty and friendly filly was all alone, not a brumby in sight to lay claim to her.
"Greetings, I am Talgan," he uttered confidently, although his neck quivered with the effort of control, "What is your name?" He wondered if it would be as sweet as her looks.

[E!]

Ah, he approached! And with such elegance, too. Burley could feel herself quiver with excitement, barely able to keep still, her white socked legs shifting constantly. And then he was there, his dark nose stretching out to touch her own pale one. Her nostrils trembled at the touch, eyes wide and innocent. He gazed at her with such intensity! She had never shied away from attention in her life, but she felt that if he watched her for much longer she would have to. This was a new kind of attention, it was not greedy and possessive as she had experienced before.

Talgan. A strong name, suiting the confidence with which he spoke. His voice held a certain allure - as if it held the promise of excitement and the good life she wished for. Her eyes lowered demurely for a moment, though she remained at close proximity to him, feeling that if she moved she might start running. "I am Burley, named after the bright star at morning" her voice was quiet, murmured. She felt tense, full of energy.. and she longed to move. Her eyes lifted to his, showing off their spark only a moment before she nipped his shoulder and then leaped away, her petite body swift and agile.

She jolted to a stop a few metres away, dancing on her hooves and tossing her pale mane, "Come then, Talgan! Show me what you're made of!" She'd never been one for slow, intense moments. She wanted to play!

[Rivre]

Talgan was young but he would never have called himself inexperienced, especially when it came to befriending other horses - it seemed he could do that quite well. "Burley is a pretty name," he ventured, "as pretty as it's meaning." Liver ears pushed forward a little more as an exuberant light entered the dainty mares eyes, a light that struck his own playful mood singing. Their youth was what excused nips and playfulness and Talgan swung around after her as she ducked to nip his sloping chestnut shoulder, Tugging gently at the wispy silver mane before it was out of his reach. Her enthralling voice sounded again, this time challenging and the great young stallion side-stepped in an attempt to contain the energy she evoked in him, gaze compelling the filly to keep watching his display. Neck arched and mane taken once more by the wind, the muscles that twitched and corded his bulky frame were displayed, prominent and desirable - at least that was his expectation. He knew how the sunlight would play on his hide, as if it moved from light into shadow, where patches of flame would reside in a forest of darker hues.

To him, Burley was a will-o-wisp, untamed by weather or season, but a perfectly preserved star that danced before him, with soft hide and sweet disposition, she was a mare he would like to have at his side. He moved around her, pushing his nose into her neck and dancing off again, he felt the sudden need to be galloping, but he did not want to leave his acquaintance alone again, it didn't seem right. "Come! We shall race, or are you not swift enough?" he teased, hoping she took it in jest rather than take insult. He had not traversed these slopes before and only now left the Bogong in search of other horses, but the ground seemed soft for summer time and sloped gently upwards, which would require speed and endurance to reach the top of the flat without tiring. But to him it only seemed like a test of strength, a way of strengthening even, he would not have any other stallion take this beautiful creature from him, for it seemed, though he would not admit it willingly, he was smitten.

[E!]

How fun! It had been a long time since Burley had felt the urge to tease and run and race hither-to through the snowgums. His words pleased her, and she tossed her head, prancing gracefully, her creamy hide warm in the summers air. He, too, was beautiful, and that had not escaped her notice. Never before had she seen the sun catch and play in a coat such as his, fiery red and just as beautiful as others said hers was. She had often disagreed, for to be cream was to be devoid of rich colour, of beautiful russet reds, charcoal blacks and beautiful browns. She found beauty in the colours that swayed through his mane and coat, and found herself enthralled.

At last, she had found someone that called to that deep part of her chest, caused it to ache with longing. However, she was not so easily swung. Until, of course, he called to her to run. Her eyes lit up as he challenged her, and she replied "I'm afraid it is you, Talgan, who shall not be swift enough! I am but a ray of light, and I move just as fast!" And with that, she leaped forward, tugging his mane for a moment before charging ahead, all her senses whirling.

To be young and to have this feeling of flying inside her, it had to be all you could ask for! Burley danced upward, hearing Talgans hooves somewhere around her as she spun to and fro, not bothering to keep in a straight line, for what fun would that have been! Releasing a whinny of joy, she jumped into a thicket of snowgums, leaping between their trunks with pleasure, knowing that the beautiful stallion would not be far behind.

[Rivre]

The great bulk of chestnut stallion flew gleefully after the swift creamy, her words driving his hooves quicker to meet the ground - to shift his weight faster and haul him at a surprising rate for one so large. Liver toned mane and tail stolen and whipped about by the wind he echoed Burley's meandering flight, coming up to just behind her shoulder and cutting across her a little to steer their game to the top of the ridge. Talgan felt the lather on his neck and the sweat break out behind his ears, ribbons of tail flagging proudly, muscles stretching and forcing themselves to reflex in his quarters as the climb became steeper and his pace became disjointed leaps to reach the very top. As his hooves made contact with the shale surface of the height, Talgan reared in salute to the creamy who had beaten him, but only just - the sunlight driven from behind and silhouetting him against the landscape.

Talgan had never really met a filly that wanted to engage in the play he still felt necessary, not of his age anyway and Burley seemed to fit his image of the perfect companion. Nickering softly to her, lungs still working to regain the oxygen he had lost, hide shiny with a layer of sweat, Talgan pushed his soft nose into her neck, nibbling gently at her mane, itching her withers distractedly. "Why are you alone Burley, where is your stallion?" he asked after a little while of silence, moving so that his flank touched hers and the breeeze that had become nippy couldn't pass between them; looking out over the great expanse of high country, "If you do not run with any, I should like to offer you my company, if you would take it..." For all of his chivalry, the great flame coloured horse was uncertain for once that he held enough beauty to sway her, oh the irony.

[E!]

Burley was thoroughly enjoying their game, feeling her muscles start to burn as she was pushed gently upward, heading toward the ridge. Burley complied happily - she would be pleased to follow whatever direction he asked, though this did not occur to her as a thought, rather a feeling deep in her chest and the fiber of her being. My, he was beautiful. As he saluted her, Burley felt her body tingle with excitement and she did the same, prancing and dancing for him, taking pleasure in knowing that he desired her. In time, their energies faded and the two dancing beauties slowed, standing companionably together. Talgan nibbled gently at her mane, and Burley felt a shudder of pleasure at the soft touch.

His question surprised her, and it showed in her lovely brown eyes. "Why, Talgan.. I do not belong to any stallion." To her, it seemed perfectly normal, to be her age and her colour and not belong to anyone. She had never before desired a stallions company.. not until this day. She had met many a beast that wished to have her, to own her, to proudly call her theirs.. but the only time she had been owned by one of these creatures, it had been against her will, and she had been sullen and difficult until, one day, he had left and not returned - and Burley felt a shudder of fear trail down her spine at the thought of why.

Her pretty face turned to Talgan, the wide white blaze on her face making her thick lashed eyes stand out all the more. He looked nervous, and she soon found out why. A pleased expression crossed her face and she spoke gently, her breathing returned to normal after their exertion "It would please me to run by your side, and to be yours Talgan.." Even as she spoke, she knew that no other would capture her attentions as Talgan had, in the few brief moments she had known him. Theirs would be a fiery, blazing love that would burn for as long as she lived. Should they be separated, she would not rest until she had found her way back to him. She had committed herself to him unknowingly as soon as he had chased her through the snowgums for nothing but fun and the pleasure it brought. Yes, she would be Talgans, and no others.

[Rivre]

The sight from their ridge was breath-taking, but the chestnut stallion had eyes only for the creamy at his flank, her sweet scent intoxicating him and where their hides touched electricity seemed to light his colour into a true and burning flame. He was surprised at her lack of any protective male companion, but he hid it well, only breathing out through quivering nostrils and arching his neck a little further. "Well, to hold one like you Burley would be a task to any stallion, beautiful or vain," he nickered softly, brushing his muzzle over the rise of her neck and snuffling the hair there gently, "But I shall give my everything to protect you." Like Burley, Talgan felt a strong and instant connection to the filly who stood beside him, pulling the strings of his heart like a puppet may be controlled, it was fate that had led two lonely creatures together. He knew from the burning between his lungs that despite hardly knowing her, Talgan would go to the furthest reaches of the high country to find her again should they be separated.

She seemed certain and shy in her decision, but it lit up the young stallions features better than the sunlight that basked them and he nickered happily, bending his head to touch her muzzle and look into pretty brown eyes. The sudden joy of it felt uncontrollable and he broke away, beckoning her to follow his mad gallop along the ridge, bucking and leaping, prancing and side-stepping, playing like a horse his age should be - for the joy of youth and young love.