Laughter [o]

[E!]

The grass felt good underneath her petite hooves as she tapped out a quiet dance with herself, jumping to and fro, her slender, neat hooved legs graceful and beautiful - just as her dams were. Kinta was bored - she had been since her and her dam, Alkira had been separated from the herd by a great roaring blaze. Her mother was getting increasingly worried - she did not like to be separated from Wirinun, Kinta's sire for too long. Kinta, however, was not worried. Rather, she enjoyed the freedom. She was of age now, ready to have adventures, ready to find some gorgeous stallion to whisk her away.. or was she? She didn't know what she wanted. Only that she wanted to find some fun.

She lowered her little head, nipping at the stalks of grass below her without really tasting them. She was a pretty little thing, very petite and slender - a characteristic she had gained from her mother. She had, however, picked up her sires colouring, an odd pale grullo overo. Kinta looked toward her dam, who was grazing peacefully a way away. The filly leaped onto a slab of granite, rearing and saluting the clouds high above, her eyes bright with laughter. Fun was hard to find when your dam was overly protective! Jumping off her pedestal, Kinta sneaked another glance at her dam before trotting quietly into a thicket of snowgums nearby, her coat melding in with the pale trunks easily.

Once inside she paused, one small hoof raised in indecision. Without worry, or a glance back, she continued. She would return by nightfall if she found nothing of interest.. or even if she did. Letting a clear, but quiet, laugh escape her velvet lips, Kinta began to play once more, leaping to and fro as youth tend to do.

[Tiggs]

As evening began to descend, the suns light slowly dimming, Kolya came across an exciting scent. A filly! The colt had an affinity with the night, no doubt inherited by his half-moonfilly mother, and so the brash colt was in good spirits as he snuffled along the filly’s trail. Her hoofprints were strange and irregular, as if she’d been prancing along like a giddy fool. The pattern (or lack thereof) was reminiscent of his sister’s when she was in one of those ridiculous moods.

Huffing, the dark dun colt trotted along at a sensible pace, following the filly’s scent though the trees. He soon caught up with her, and was pleased to see the cloud-marked filly completely alone. But Kolya knew by now, just finding a lone filly was no guarantee of success. She could easily ignore him, or even run away. Tossing his dark head, the colt whinnied to the filly and pawed at the ground. He was a broad colt, built for power and not speed. His thick legs and broadening chest promised that he would turn into a hefty stallion, a bastion of muscle and strength.

The evening shadows served to swallow his dark pelt up, where as the filly’s white mottling made her easily visible in the dusk. Kolya was struggling to hold himself back. Instinct dictated he simply round the filly up and take her away, but that tactic had not ended well lest time, and he was determined to learn how to manipulate these fillies into coming with him. There must be a trick to it – it wasn’t as easy as you’d think.

The young stallion nickered again, throaty and deep even at his age. She was a lithe filly, no older than him, he estimated. Despite her slim figure, she did not strike him as a yearling. He barely spared a thought for where her herd might be – other than to wonder if there were more single fillies out and about. Posing, the colt hoped he’d at least interest her enough not to run straight away, and then he could work on getting her to follow. It was just a matter of figuring out how...

[E!]

The silence of the bush, which of course, was never really silent, suddenly felt broken. As if somebody else were around. The thought was exciting, and it made Kinta prance even more, her dainty hooves thudding softly on the dry earth. She froze suddenly, ears pricked and eyes bright as the sound of another horse reached her. The bush seemed all the more exciting now that she knew she was not really alone, and that a stranger was here with her, following her! And then the confirmation she had been waiting for - a throaty nicker came through the trees toward her, followed by a broad-shouldered colt. He seemed to merge with the shadows, his handsome dark coat striking even as it was swallowed up in darkness.

He called again, and this time Kinta gave a shrill whinny back, eyes bright. She pranced, feeling beautiful in the evening light and knowing that his coat, so dark, would look lovely against her own pale one. She was new to the world of seduction and the like, so was easily swayed by his handsome coat and strong call - after all, this was quite the excitement for her, after being trapped with her dam all this time. She danced forward, petite face peering through the gloom at the stranger, her body tense.

[Tiggs]

The colt felt a flush of victory and pride as the filly returned his call. Her sweet voice was like honey, and he quivered with an excitement he had not felt with any filly before this. Perhaps it was the way she moved so guilelessly. There was no lie to her dance, no hidden agenda. Could this filly be truly interested?!

Instantly engaged, the colt half-reared and came high-stepping out to meet her. He nickered again, reaching out his freckled muzzle through the darkness. Her coat fairly glowed, and Kolya realised what beauty she help. She was no creamy. She was no moonfilly or other mysterious creature. Yet her mottled coat captivated him. He loved it, and he had to keep it.

Strafing, he came to a stop just before her, his body just as tense as hers. This meeting in the evening light, knowing that night would soon cover them in a blanket of secrecy, it excited him. No stallions or other colts were here to ruin this, and Kolya knew this would be the first filly he claimed. Just the way she looked at him, her eyes so bright and interested, he had to have her.

Nostrils trembling, her pressed his coal-dark muzzle to her pinky pale one. Almost as if a fire had been set inside of him, he felt a rush of blazing shock run through him. This was different to Dulloora’s teasing touch. This filly was holding nothing back, he was sure. She would not tease him, and oh how he loved that. Nickering, the colt wasted no time closing the space between them. She was young, and yet Kolya found he didn’t care. If he could keep her, he could wait for another winter to pass before she was truly his.

Snuffling her forelock and ears, the dark colt revelled in her fresh clean scent, and made the resolution to keep her over and over. She had to be the most perfect filly in the High Country! As if drunk on this new-found filly’s scent, the colt proceeded to sniff her all over, keen to inspect every inch of her mottled coat. She was fascinating. “What is your name?” He asked, almost demanding as he nibbled cheekily at her ears. Her name wouldn’t matter to the colt, but he had to know what name to crow to the skies when he claimed her as his and his alone. He could just imagine them running together, his dark dun next to her pale clouded flanks.

[E!]

ooc; d'aww!

Her whole body tingled, set alight by the excitement of the evening and the tense energy that the two young horses held. It felt almost as if the night was thick and heavy as he came forward, his muzzle reaching out to hers. She reacted instinctively, pinkish nose stretching forward eagerly - how she wanted that touch! She arched her neck, her step fancy as she approached, getting closer and closer, it was almost too much to bear! And then they touched and her world lit up, her insides flaring as if they had been touched by fire and electricity all at once. It was the most glorious feeling she had ever felt, ever known!

The touch and the feeling kept going, and Kinta felt herself finding pleasure in knowing that he wanted to touch her. She did the same, exploring his shoulders and neck with her soft muzzle, almost wondrous at the feeling inside her. This had to be love, surely. Young love. The thought made her giddy, she had never been in love before! As he nibbled at her ears she shied away before pushing her body back against his almost immediately. She knew he could not be the strongest, biggest colt in the high country, but he felt like it to her. Her voice was full of confidence and cheek as she gave her name "My name is Kinta, my dam tells me it means laughter. What is yours, O' handsome colt of the night?" Her eyes glinted in the fading light, curious and excited.

Was she to run with this mysterious, strong stranger? Could she? She certainly thought so. She felt as if she would follow him across the high country and further if he asked her. For surely, there was no better feeling than the one she was having right now? And surely it would not fade, for it was too strong, too strong indeed.

[Tiggs]

Oh she was driving him mad! Timid and confident at the same time. They investigated each other together, nosing and nibbling, both fascinated. Kolya was swelling with a feeling that he knew all too well. He did not mistake it for love; this was victory, pure and simple. This filly was his, all his, and no brumby would take her from him.

He quivered at the way she looked at him, seeing him for what he was; a handsome colt, a strong and healthy young stallion. “I am Kolya,” he answered her, running his muzzle down the full length of her nose and delighting in the tingle as their whiskery lips brushed. Kinta; the name of his first filly. Kolya’s Kinta. He certainly was laughing – the sour colt was all but overjoyed at this occasion.

“I am named for the winter,” he told her, holding his dark nose to her pale one as they spoke, resting his flank securely against hers, “Come with me, Kinta, you’re mine,” he nickered, gently lipping her nose.

[E!]

Oh, he was enchanting. As they touched, she was pleasantly jolted by an electricity that not only excited her but made her heart soar. Gosh, to be claimed by such a handsome and mysterious beast! She pressed against him gently, but before she could murmur her assent, an angry whinny ripped through the trees.

Alkira was there in a second, her dainty frame raised high and mighty, eyes fiery and angry as she watched her young daughter being seduced away by a mere two year old, whom looked as if he could do with a bit of growing up. Her shrill whinny cut through the early night like a whip crack, startling a few roosting birds and sending them flying upward into the air frantically. And then she was between them, cutting off her daughter from the troublesome colt, shoving him unceremoniously away from her and giving Kinta a quick snuff over to check she was ok - despite the struggle her daughter put up. Alkira bared her teeth at the colt, forcing her daughter after her as she made away from the hormone-soaked clearing and into the open. Forcing the two "lovers" apart and earning herself a resentful daughter and a lot of trouble to come.