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Post by tingara on Jul 28, 2008 11:57:49 GMT
Both Dilali and Tingara were shocked to say the least. Dilali felt completely numb, once again she had a new stallion. Losing a foal and a stallion all in a few weeks hurt like hell. She tried to call out but it was stuck in her throat. Dilali braced herself for the final blow which thankfully never came.
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Post by Tiggs on Jul 29, 2008 10:14:34 GMT
Grudgingly, Nevada limped away as the victor drove him away from the mares. Snorting, Nevada stopped when the black has chased him far enough. Standing at the end of the valley, his white coat marred with dark smudges of his own blood, he watched as the winner turned to take his prize. At least the black hadn't either the grit nor the strength to beat him further.
With his leg in such pain, he couldn't even find the energy to look away. Four beautiful mares, all to be taken away in the blink of an eye. Nevada vowed to seek him out when the weather was in his favour. Then they would see how well the black would do. He would challenge him in the snow, when his own pelt would blend with the scenery but unlike the black, Nevada would start the fight with a real challenge. He called a farewell to them. Sweet Baramay, noble Dilali, mysterious Taworri and magnificent (and tempestuous) Brael.
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Post by Illu on Jul 29, 2008 11:05:59 GMT
Garrong pursued Nevada until his legs felt like dislodging themselves from their joints, every muscle taut and burning. It was going to hurt tomorrow that was for sure. The fact he could barely attempt a trot put him back to his senses. Nothing more would happen with Nevada tonight, and besides, there was another matter to attend to, the mares which he had now picked up. He stopped, faced Nevada, then pawed the ground once and neighed hoarsely in triumph before turning around and approaching the mares.
Dilali was the brightest in the dark, so he approached her first with the low nicker of a victorious stallion. Hopefully she wouldn’t run, he wouldn’t surprised if she did as she had every reason to, but he felt in no mood to pursue her once his strength was back up. He got close, and extended his bloodied nose with an arched neck in a friendly fashion, but didn’t touch and withdrew to look at the others. His eyes passed over Brael and Taworri with repugnance, before spotting Baramay. He neighed to her too.
Now that the fight was over and his heart rate and blood flow was slowing, he was starting to feel cold. The slight cold breeze was magnified by his sweaty coat to an intense, icelike freeze. Hopefully he could just pick the two up and make his exit in the sheltering eucalypts.
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Yarran was terrified at the sight of the giant black horse moving like a shadow among them and with a petrified squeal buried himself between Brael’s legs, peering out in horror as though they were sure to be next.
Brael stood resolute, trying to put on an aura of dignity and a lack of fear, to look strong and courageous and to stare him down, so that when he came, he would know how little she thought of him. Inexplicably, he went right past her and straight to Dilali.
Wait, WHAT? No! Hang on? What? You’ve got to be kidding! SHE was the prize of the herd! Well, and Taworri to a lesser extent, but no one could compare to her absolute sheer awesome!
Ooooh, this meant war!
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Post by yaruka on Jul 30, 2008 3:12:43 GMT
Taworri watched in horror as the fight continued to go poorly for Nevada. The surprise attack and the black brute's fresh energy were just too much for him. She whinnied softly in sorrow as Nevada stood, ragged, beaten. She swung to look at the black, surely, he wouldn't kill Nevada would he? He looked as though he would like to. Taworri began to tremble with fear, dreading what was to come. But the black was almost as exhausted as Nevada, and unable to finish the noble grey off. Taworri exhaled in relief, the fight had not gone well, Nevada had lost his mares, but at least he hadn't lost his life. The black began lurching and stumbling after Nevada, driving him away. When he finally allowed Nevada to stop, the grey turned and called to his former mares. Not caring what the black might do to her, Taworri called back, a soft, gentle, sorrowful whinny. Then she turned back to what was going on with the rest of the herd. The black was moving among them, presumably singling out the mares he wanted. He went straight for Dilali, then Baramay. Suprisingly, he ignored herself, Brael and Yarran completely. Noticing that the colt was shaking, Taworri nudged him reassuringly. When she raised her head again, she looked at Brael her eyes expressing confusion, going by what Brael had told her about Moon Fillies, this black horse's attitude didn't make any sense. Why didn't he want them? He had seemed to look at them almost with disgust. Not that his rejection bothered her, she'd much rather not have to follow him. Taworri shuddered, poor Dilali and Baramay. She walked over to them both, touching them gently on their muzzles, "Goodbye" she whispered sadly. Then she walked back over to Brael and Yarran, and stopped to look back at Nevada. What now? Were they free to follow their rightful stallion?
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Post by tingara on Jul 30, 2008 6:49:31 GMT
Instead of sulking as the new stallion came over, Dilali took a deep breath and held her head high. Dilali had to be strong for everyone's sakes. She nodded to acknowledge him as he chose her to follow him. Dilali stood, breathing hard, and watched who else the stallion would take. Of the other mares, only Baramay was chosen which shocked Dilali. Why had he not taken the moon fillies?
She whickered gently to the openly sacred and shaking liver chestnut mare. Her heart sank a little more lower as Dilali realised something. It wa almost breeding season. Why had Nevada have to lose them at the most awkward moment. If anyone was to have a foal by the new stallion it would be her, Dilali would not allow him to touch Baramay, she promised herself that. Baramay belonged with Nevada, she was too kind for anyone else.
"Excuse me, if I am to follow I should like to know the name of my stallion," she called icily as she walked after him without a seacond glance.
Baramay made her way to Dilali's side. She looked back at Brael and Nevada with pleading eyes in the darkness. No way did she want to go but even she knew it was the lore of her kind. As the trio made their way silently through the dark she huddled closer to Dilali in attempt to hide from the black scary stallion.
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Post by Illu on Jul 30, 2008 13:41:51 GMT
Garrong made his way up the incline as fast as his current state would allow, sides heaving and breathing quickening again with the effort. There was a spot he had investigated earlier at the base of Jerusalem Hill, complete with one of the Cascade Creeks many tributaries that collected snowmelt to feed the force of the Cascades, so there was water and it was enclosed enough to be defendable without being a trap. His only thought now was to get there as fast as possible in order to recover and judge how much snow was likely to fall there that winter. He’d rather not have to move further south if he could help it.
Dilali’s voice slowly started filtering in through his blocked head, and it took him a moment to realise she was asking his name. He didn’t feel like talking, but rudeness was out of the question also. ”Garrong,” he answered quietly between breaths, ”And I have to apologise, but I’ll have to wait until we reach somewhere safer before there are any more introductions.”
He was just reached the top when he stopped rock solid without warning. A scent had suddenly invaded his nostrils, close, disgustingly close. He looked over in its direction in alarm, only just making out the faint silhouette of another black horse, similar in height, but swifter in build. Oh come on, this had to be some sort of cosmic joke at his expense, right? Defeat the white stallion once, only to be kicked around once by some stranger directly afterwards now that he had something to lose?
He wasn’t stupid enough to try and start another fight in this condition, instead he turned to face the shadowy figure, neck arched, ears back and teeth bared while he edged in the direction he wanted to go. He could only hope the stallion wouldn’t go for him, but he had a feeling his luck was about to run out, that other black wasn’t watching for no reason, that he was certain.
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Brael was not impressed. Not in the slightest. She watched the stallion leave with a look on her face that plainly said at that moment she would have murdered him bloody for his insolence if she had enough nerve. As he left up the hill she turned her face anyway and snorted self-righteously before nudging Yarran and trotting furiously back to her bloody wreak of a stallion.
ARGGGHHH!
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Yarran in the meantime looked happy just to see the black gone and things taking a step back to normal. As Brael nearly walked right on top of him on her way back, he whinnied shrilly as though to remind her ‘hey, I’m here’, but she didn’t respond. So, he went back over to Taworri, who had proved quite a talented surrogate whenever Brael was having an ‘episode.’
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Post by yaruka on Jul 31, 2008 1:10:53 GMT
Taworri was relieved to see the black stallion leave, although watching Dilali and Baramay depart with him left her with a pang of sadness. She had known the two mares little over a day but they seemed nice and certainly didn't deserve to be in that brute's herd. She looked over at Brael it looked as though they'd be able to rejoin Nevada. When she met Brael's eyes she had to try very hard not to snort in amusement, the other Moon Filly's expression was completely indignant, she looked as though she was trying very hard not to run over and give the other stallion a piece of her mind. Brael swung around to face Nevada with a snort of disgust, and almost plowed over Yarran as she marched towards. Taworri almost called out in alarm, the poor foal didn't deserve to be trampled, but with a shrill whinny of annoyance, Yarran wiggled out from under his dam in time to avoid be stepped on. The foal then made his way over to her, and Taworri lowered her muzzle to great him, blowing softly into his nostrils in an attempt to comfort him. She nibbled the crest of his mane briefly, then nudged him in the direction of his mother and father, and began to walk over to Nevada herself, her long stride floating across
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Post by tingara on Jul 31, 2008 6:35:56 GMT
Another pair of eyes watched the stranger go to leave. Tingara had watched, shocked, as Nevada was defeated. He silently made his way to where the stranger would be. He stood waiting patiently, a shadow on the path. Soon the sounds of horses approaching reached Tingara’s ears and he stood stock till. He heard the icy voice of Dilali and a new voice.
'Garrong,' the wind carried the stranger’s name to him. Now the shadow had a name. Finally Garrong noticed Tingara. Tingara’s eyes flashed in the dark before he silently disappeared into the trees. He wanted to see how the stallion would react to a fleeting shadow.
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Post by Valatone on Aug 3, 2008 21:04:10 GMT
Althea was rather disapointed that the fight was over. She liked watching the thick-headed(no offense! Just Althea's way of thinking xD) stallions bash each other up. The other mares didn't look impressed, and she noticed how attached they were to the silver, and how tauntingly they acted around the black.
After thinking it over a few times, she went down the ridge and began to graze on the sidelines of the game, waiting to see if either of those stallions would dare approuch her. For once, anger didn't blaze in her eyes, only sparkling mischief.
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Post by Tiggs on Aug 7, 2008 12:50:39 GMT
At first Nevada thought the black had missed the two moonfillies partially hidden in the gloom, but Brael's obvious outrage at the lack of attention she was receiving banished that idea. The black continued on past the two moonfillies, rounded up Dilali and Baramay and left Brael to fume. Wondering if he had taken a blow to the head and he was imagining things, Nevada nickered to the two.
Brael was too preoccupied with being her usual self to even notice poor Yarran trying to struggle out from under her hooves. Luckily the paling colt managed to escape and he skittered over to Taworri. It was easy to think he was indeed imagining Taworri with the way she walked so delicately toward him. Feeling his muscles scream as he limped toward her, Nevada knew he would stiffen to all but immobility soon now that the fight was over and his blood was cooling.
Huffing great clouds into the dark night, Nevada reached out to nuzzle Taworri and Yarran, bracing himself for whatever it was Brael was about to unleash. He found himself smiling, however, even standing in Brael's warpath. By some twist of luck or fate - or stupidity on the part of the black - he had been left with the two most rare mares in the High Country.
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