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Post by Illu on Aug 8, 2008 8:01:16 GMT
The horse disappeared, gone. Though it was a tactic Garrong used a lot at night, he had just found out he did not like it used against him. Chasing mystery horses at midnight in an exhausted state with mares in tow wasn’t anywhere near the top of his to-do list. He angled himself to look at the spot where the horse disappeared and backed up in the direction he wanted to go.
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Brael not happy now plz kthxbai. ”YOU LOST?! she screamed angrily, right in Nevada’s ear. ”WHAT? DID YOU... HAVE YOUR EYES CLOSED OR SOMETHING?” Stupid idiot! ”By the looks of him he was only, what three? SO YOU, MR NEXT-KING WERE JUST BASHED UP BY A HORSE A FULL YEAR YOUNGER THAN YOU ARE! Tingara’s black too, ever think about that? And HE’S actually a stronger! What is HE decides to dropkick your ass at midnight too? You gunna roll over AGAIN!?” Speaking of Mr black horsie. ”Oh well, maybe you have an excuse, that guy was obviously a FREAKING NUMBSKULL to just, what, WALK PAST US LIKE THAT? GAH! Wait, now it made sense. ”That probably means he’s NIGHTBLIND or SOMETHING! So you LOST OUT to a COLT that CAN’T EVEN SEE IN THE DARK!”
No baby for Nevada this season, nooo.
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Post by yaruka on Aug 8, 2008 17:02:38 GMT
Taworri reached Nevada and stretched her nose out to nuzzle him gently, delicately examining a large gash across his right cheek with her soft muzzle. She nickered in return to him and rubbed her head on his neck, glad to feel him still warm and breathing next to her. For a while during the fight she had been sure the black would kill him. Maybe he would have done if he'd had enough strength. Unable to stop herself, Taworri shuddered in horror as she thought of the angry screams and calculating blows of the larger black. Brael reached them and Taworri stepped back a couple steps so that the other mare could great their stallion. However, greeting Nevada was not exactly what Brael had in mind. Taworri watched in astonished silence as the other Moon Filly seemed to explode with anger and frusteration, screaming insults at poor Nevada. Abashedly, Taworri turned away and nudged Yarran over to the side. She stood next to the red dun colt, attempting to shield him from his mother's angry outburst. After the trauma of today the last thing the colt needed was to see his mother lose it. Gently, she began to groom the colt's sweaty coat, her teeth moving in a rythmitic, and she hoped reassuring, fashion across his back and neck.
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Post by Tiggs on Aug 8, 2008 21:02:04 GMT
Too tired to argue, Nevada simply gave Brael a steady stare from under his sweat-drenched forelock that fell across his face. "He launched a surprise attack in the dead of night, Brael. Doesn't that tell you something? He wanted me off-guard, using the darkness to his advantage. Perhaps he worried I would win had it been a fair fight. He was young, yes, but if I hadn't of been so busy trying to keep him away from you, I might have fared a little better." The words were calm, he didn't have the energy to speak any louder and with each breath, he could feel bruises forming over his shoulders and ribs.
He knew full well the black couldn't of missed Brael, but the way he fought told him he was definitely not night-blind. But with hardly enough energy to even interpret Brael's ravings, he decided to play her to his advantage, using her vanity to gain her favour. "I can only imagine he did not see you in the darkness, Brael. After all, you are both fillies of the moon. Do you both not possess the power to remain invisible in the darkness? Your beauty saved you from that colt's possession, my lovely Brael. Would you rather be with the coward, than with the stallion who was willing to fight to the death for you?" The sweat and blood-streaked stallion lifted his head as far as his acing neck muscles would allow. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Taworri caring for Yarran. The colt had witnessed his defeat, but Nevada would make sure he did not grow to see is father fail. Nevada himself had grown up with hardly any hints at what fighting was like. In the few years he knew his father, he had kept his mares away from any danger and when he had fought another stallion, he had always done it away from the herd. Nevada would teach Yarran enough that when he set out on his own, their lineage would continue.
The black would pay for is cowardice, and he would show his son how a noble stallion should present himself. "I have not a shadow of a doubt that he would have killed me, yet I still stand, beaten but still alive. When I am healed, I will find him and I will challenge him like a real stallion should. I will beat him and I will take Dilali and Baramay back. I will not lose again, Brael, I promise you that. I promise you all I will not lose again." He looked to Taworri, his tired heart warmed at her gentleness. Brael would never inspire him like she did, though she would certainly keep him young with everything he had to do to keep her happy.
He looked back to Brael, reaching out his battered and bloodied muzzle. "I will not lose you, Brael." Visions of Mica, that terrible pain of losing her spiking his already tortured chest. While Brael would never be perfect, he couldn't stand to lose one of his most prized possessions.
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Post by tingara on Aug 9, 2008 9:27:46 GMT
Tingara watched Garrong silently through the trees and made note of his direction. If he fought the other black it would be a hollow victory, besides Tingara wanted the survey him for awhile first. He wheeled quietly on his hooves and went back down into the valley to where Nevada and co. were. As he approached the sound of an angry mare's voice reached his ears. Tingara knew instantly who the voice belonged to. Even though the voice was angry it was still beautiful and even though he'd never heard it before he knew it belonged to the moon filly whom he'd glanced in his valley.
Tingara couldn't help but let out a laugh when he heard his name mentioned but when he saw the state of Nevada he soon stopped. Proudly Tingara stepped from his cover and walked to the small group.
"Nevada you look terrible," he surveyed the younger stallion's wounds, his expression solemn. He smiled at the mares.
"I'm pleased to meet you finally," he nodded in greeting to the two moon fillies, his eyes resting on Brael more than they should have.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to fight you," Indeed Tingara had a lot more respect for Nevada after his brave little speech.
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Post by Illu on Aug 10, 2008 9:10:54 GMT
Brael was successfully quietened after Nevada’s little speech. ”Okay, you’re right, he’s a scumbag,” she shrieled with fresh annoyance, glaring off in the direction that Garrong had disappeared. She stood quietly for a few seconds fuming, then realised something. ”No, wait, he DID see us after all! I forgot, but I think he thought I was someone else or something, ‘cause he gave me a look like I’d’ve been next otherwise.”
Anything else she would have said was cut off by Tingara. Her first thought was the black colt had come back again and her ears snapped back and she bared her teeth in fright, and then noticed he was much smaller and lighter than the other one had been. Holy cow, this was Tingara. She squinted, ”Hey, he doesn’t even look muley up close!”
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Yarran just wanted to fall asleep and forget everything now. The scary stranger was gone and Dad was still up and standing, so things should go back to normal now right, right? Please go back to normal! This whole situation had been quite distressing and all he wanted to do now was ignore it. He happily accepted Taworri’s shield, taking comfort in her act of being a physical barrier between him and the nastiness.
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Post by yaruka on Aug 12, 2008 15:13:26 GMT
Standing with Yarran, Taworri heard Nevada's response to Brael's outburst and was proud to be with such a noble stallion. Just as things seemed to be taking a turn towards normal and Taworri began to relax another shape appeared out of the gloom. Startled, Taworri jumped and turned to face the other horse, a black stallion. At first Taworri had a similar reaction to Brael, her nervous mind immediately assumed it was the heavy black come to finish Nevada off, somehow having gained enough strength to return. She lay her ears flat against her head, a gesture she rarley preformed due to her sweet nature, and snapped her teeth at the horse. Then she too realized the horse was much to light in build to be the fresian cross. It was Tingara. What did he want with them? Anxiously she shielded Yarran, and glanced at Nevada. The grey was in no shape to fight now, he would surely die trying to protect them if the black engaged him in battle. Taworri tossed her head nervously and the black spoke:
"Nevada-you look terrible" then turned to look at Brael and herself "I'm pleased to meet you finally," he said, gazing at the two of them. Taworri noticed his prolonged gaze at Brael and felt a tremor of foreboding go through her body. He wanted the Moon Filly for his own, she could tell. "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight you," he said, seemingly in response to Taworri's thoughts. Taworri still couldn't relax though, the other stallion's words seemed truthful and he shoud be honourable as the king, but she was still uncomfortable with the way his eyes had settled on Brael.
OOC: haha, really bad post. sorry.
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Post by Tiggs on Aug 12, 2008 16:57:22 GMT
Nevada was glad that Brael was back on his side again, it made things easier when he was the good guy. She rambled on about the Black but Nevada paid her no attention. Instead, he turned to Taworri and brushed his nose on hers. He looked past her to Yarran, thinking it was a pity that his ruddy coat was paling to white, he would have been easier to hide in the dark if his pelt had not started to grey. At least winter would be here soon, and then the colt would find the delight in having a light coat in the landscape-changing season.
His ears flickered, and he regretted wheeling to face the approaching brumby. The pain in his leg spiked, and he was forced to show his weakness and lift his foreleg from the ground. Like his mares, he too thought it was the black until he was close enough to distinguish from the darkness. Had the King come to polish him up or simply woo away his moonfillies after his defeat? With a squeal, Nevada ushered his mares behind him and bared his teeth at the King. "You'll not take them, Tingara. You may not fight me, but I will not let you take the rest of my mares." The way he was looking at Brael had not escaped his attention and with great effort, he stepped into his line of sight. "If you've come to insult me and assess my injuries for your own satisfaction, you can leave. I will not tolerate you ogling my mares and while I cannot challenge you now, mark my words I will do do if I find you doing it again." They were brave words from the injured stallion and underneath the bravado, Nevada knew if he had to fight Tingara, he would have no chance of winning for another year or more.
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Post by tingara on Aug 13, 2008 10:24:41 GMT
Tingara snorted dismissively at Nevada's over-protective manner and then laughed.
"I'm offended that you think so low of me," he smiled but the smile didn't touch Tingara's eyes. Through the calm, good-natured exterior he gazed seriously at Nevada's injuries. The other stallion had definitely been younger, it showed in the wounds.
"I'm simply here to learn what you know of the stranger, if you know nothing of him then I will simply leave," Tingara said finally, still deep in thought, "after all I have mares to protect, just as you have."
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Post by Tiggs on Aug 13, 2008 11:30:40 GMT
Nevada kept his steely gaze on Tingara for a good while, trying to decipher his intentions. Aside from eyeing up Brael and Taworri, he hadn't done anything else untoward. Grudgingly, Nevada relaxed his affronted stance. If by twisted fate, he came against the Black again and lost, he'd like to think there was at least another avenging force out there that could bring the coward down.
"I don't know him. He came from nowhere, he doesn't hesitate to use any dirty tricks. He caught me off guard, but he fights well for his age. He gets to the point." He huffed, his ears still back to show he wasn't at ease with talking to the black King. "I tried, but he knew how to use the night to hide him, shield his attacks..." The white stallion sighed, a slight forlornness shadowing his features. "He took Dilali." Admitting his defeat was almost as painful as his injuries, but Tingara would probably like to know that his sister was with a different stallion.
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