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Post by Ehetere on Mar 14, 2012 0:31:07 GMT
A startled family of wombats halted their scurried return to their burrows to stare at a bright orange horse thrashing about on the ground. For any who didn’t know better, they might have thought the writhing creature was in some sort of terrible peril, and the family grumbled to themselves before hurrying on again. The lanky mare righted herself, wispy stands of golden hair hanging every which way and giving her a highly dishevelled appearance. She remained folded on the earth for a few moments more, as if her rolling and squirming had somehow caused whatever sense in her thick head to desert her. Laboriously, she struggled to her feet, rising like a great golden pillar.
Yallara was tall for a mare, even a brumby, with long wiry legs and accentuated withers that suggested an injection of finer blood somewhere in her bloodline. Her coat spoke of more royal heritage however, somehow being distantly descended from the great Yarraman, his brilliant golden chestnut coat and pale golden mane being passed on. Her large fluffy ears swivelled towards the cracking of a branch somewhere in the bush nearby, and she stood alert, warily eyeing the treeline. When nothing came however, she wandered a short distance to a tuft of snowgrass and began cropping it methodically, aiming to get more meat on her bones. The winter had not been the kindest to the mare, partially because the endless blanket of white confused her already questionably sense of direction, and without a herd to direct her finding food was simply a matter of luck. Even now she wasn’t entirely certain of where she was.
It could have been the Brolga’s Country, or maybe somewhere near the Crackenback. She thought she’d know if she was in the familiar Cascades, but even this she wasn’t sure of. More of the snow had melted now, filling creeks and rivers and turning them to dangerously flowing rapids, crashing and dashing over sharp rocks. Whatever the case, she didn’t really mind. The grazing was better here than her last spot, and she intended to stay until it was gone.
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