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Post by KAREE on Nov 8, 2011 3:50:35 GMT
The pale stallion moved silently through the bush, easily dodging rocks and fallen logs as he went. The moon was high in the sky, lighting up his path and making the monotone colour's of the world seem more brighter than they normally did in his eyes. It was a pleasant change from the past few night's where clouds had covered the moon's light from him and Kambigo, the mysterious pale stallion, basked in it's light; enjoying the illuminating light as if it was the sun.
On usual night's, the thin stallion made sure to keep to the shadows of the trees, seeming like a ghost in the night and retaining his legendary status. But tonight, the moon's power had grasped him and he found himself stepping joyfully out into the open land; his terrifyingly elegant head swung up for the rays to fall onto his face. The Nightrunner almost appeared as though he glowed, his entire coat illuminating from the moon's light. If someone had seen him, simply glancing over him and not taking in his poor frame and frightening eyes...they may have thought he was one of the silver horses.
Turning his skull away from the moon, with red eyes he scanned the grassy plain's of the Bogong. It may as well had been day for him, as he quickly picked out a few horses scattered about in the distance; nibbling at the grass and huddling together as a few slept. He saw them that well, picking out a chestnut horse, a ugly black and a couple more bay's sleeping under the arch of a snow gum. Kambigo stared for a while, he was up high on a ridge where he got a decent view of the Bogong and it's residents.
Finally he turned, picking his way down the ridge in silence, moving in the opposite direction of the small herd of horses he had seen. If he kept on the move, he might be able to at least reach the Brindle Bull before daybreak.
ooc. OPEN for all <3
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Post by Rivre on Nov 8, 2011 21:05:39 GMT
There was one that watched as the pale stallion began his descent, concealed by shadows that were pierced by the moon light through a canopy of gum leaves; she watched with saucy gaze, sweet features obscured with a twist of arrogance and pale forelock half fallen across honey hazel eyes. Coolaroo's ears pricked with interest - she had not seen the unusual obscurity of a horse before, and that is what she thought of him, how the moon captured his colours and highlighted the shadows. It made her itch to be moving, to prance and show-off and prove to the country that harbored her that she was better, she could offer more. Snorting indignantly, she turned on her heel and began to trot the well-known but obscured track through the looming trunks, shadowing a path parallel to the one the stallion took, tossing her head with young enthusiasm and maintaining her pace even though she passed him by some distance.
How dare he stand so obviously outlined by the moon! An ugly and pasty colour that would drain the light of her own coat if she stood next to him. Coolaroo didn't consider the redness of his gaze, only what it would be like to sway him into thinking that he could tame her - maybe she could lead him away from her domain and slip away in the night unseen. She guided nimble hooves across the shale rock tor, the gums cutting across the path of the night runner so that Coolaroo had to pull to a halt directly before him. Stepping confidently into the light the wind picked up the wisps of her creamy mane, partially white hide glowing under the light of the moon she felt immense pleasure at the arch of her neck and the way her form took on the one of surprise, features placid and open in hidden falseness. Nostrils flaring she sent a shrill call that sung a sweet melody to whoever would hear it, watching the stallion's reaction closely - depending on how he reacted she would shift her act accordingly. Oh how cruel she was. |
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Post by KAREE on Nov 9, 2011 3:40:38 GMT
There was the distant hoot of an owl crying out in the night, and the delightfully annoying chorus of the cicada's to keep the stallion company as he moved confidently across the stretch of terrain. He had began to climb back up hill when movement caught his sight, just as the sweet scent of a mare graced his nostrils. Kambigo lifted his head, ears pushing forward in interest as the mare stepped out of the gum's to stop in front of him. Of course...he was never alone.
He paused, a slight frown crossing his features as he looked the little mare over. She was pretty, the moonlight highlighting her features as it illuminated his own. She let out a sweet call to the world, before turning her attention to him. Mild annoyance made his ears flick back, he did not want to attract attention, and by her calling out to the world she may as well yell out the fact that she was standing in front of a night runner. Confusion and curiosity where the first things he felt as he stared at the calm look on the mare's face. Either she had not realized what he was or she knew what he was and did not fear him. How strange. Kambigo lifted his head, his mane falling across his eyes, obscuring the red hues from the mare as he finally decided that this mare would do no harm. A delighted smile crossed his sharp features and he nickered in return to the mare.
"The moonlight does you good." His deep voice purred to the mare, an admiring look crossing his features. She was not the prettiest mare he had ever seen, but still, she was good looking. He would be silly not to pass up the chance to charm this little fem.
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Post by Rivre on Nov 12, 2011 22:05:37 GMT
Well he had some sense at least to acknowledge her good looks, maybe he could dote some more, but with practice that would come. She was only two and had little experience with actual compliments, only snide remarks that led her to provoke others but Coolaroo wasn't complaining. She batted her lashes slowly, poised fore-foot coming back into contact with the rough tor and tossed her head silently to flick the hair from her gaze, "The moonlight makes you a curious shade, O' pale wraith" she replied in a monotone, a slight edge to her words that was a little too sweet to perhaps pass as ordinary. The cheek! He seemed irritated at her appearance, the emotion showing minutely in ruby eyes that made her want to shudder. For a moment she felt something like pity stir in her stomach, but it passed quickly, lapsing into anticipation of the game ahead.
"My name is Coolaroo, for the star," - of the high country - she wanted to add - but managed to bite back the words that sprung arrogantly to her lips. "I should imagine your name is as handsome as your physique?" And less so than mine. She really was a catty little thing, and found unusual pleasure in taunting others. She had no traits worthy of the attentions of any stallion, only that she was an incredible actress when the situation required, or she felt the need to spice up a scenario. Otherwise she was insensitive, arrogant and self-obsessed. A perfect companion for anything larking about.
ooc: She's so cruel xD And see the Lark reference?! Yuus <3 |
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