Could it be....?

[Valatone]

It was quite a lonely stroll on a Summer day. The Sun had only just peeked over the horizon, and the day was brand spanking new. Of course, that didn't matter to the creatures of the high country. It never really mattered what day it was. All that mattered was what happened, and who was involved. Today would be no exception

A few gang gang cockatoos sat in the gum trees, making a small boundary for the ridge. Light falls, clopping noises, could be only faintly heard by the ears of Man. Man never really payed that much attention, so otherwise the sound was invisible to them. But not to the gang gangs.

They made quite a racket when a golden chestnut stallion made his way along the ridge. Yalkara threw a menacing look at the grey birds, teasing and taunting the handsome brumby. Yalkara snorted, some birds weren't going to ruin his lovely morning, so he continued on his way.

So, with almost silent hoof-falls, Yalkara's figure was quite bright through the trees. The sun brightened his beautiful coat, and made his creamy mane paler. He tossed his mane a little, shaking away some flies, then made his way down away from the ridge and towards a creek.

He reached down with his neck to the creek, and took a few sips of water before his morning was once again disturbed. But this time he kept quiet and still, ears pricked and listening. What was that? Yalkara could hear something, strange speach and jingling noises. Man? Oh no, not now!

Yalkara stayed still to listen more. He could tell by the smells coming his direction that the three men were in front of him, not far away at all. As quietly as he could, Yalkara tried to slip away back the way he came, heading diagonally away from them. So far so good.

[tingara]

Along the rise of the ridge they pranced, two colts locked in the dance of freedom, happy to be alive. One was black, the other the colour of rust. Prisma nipped Burnum in the rump and raced ahead to continue their game of tag. The two colts hardly ever left each other’s sides; their mothers always said how together they were ‘As thick as thieves.’

On they ran the warm summer breeze whipped across their faces, making the yearlings’ energy increase. Now that the two colts were older, they ventured away from the main herd frequently, always going further and further away.
“I bet when we reach the edge of this ridge we shall be able to see father’s valley from here,” Prisma called over his shoulder to his brother.
“You’re on,” Burnum called back, breathless from climbing the steep ridge all day. The black colt looked back at his brother, a playful glint in his brown eyes. Burnum recognised that look instantly and knew Prisma would do one of two things, either race off into the undergrowth or launch a mock attack.
“I’ll race you to the top, then we’ll see who’s right,” off the black went, weaving through the rock out crops, leaving Burnum behind. The russet coloured colt whinnied a challenge in response and haired after his brother.

Finally the two yearlings reached the peak of the Brindle Bull. The view was amazing, in the distance Mt. Kosciusko stood tall against the expanse of the sky. Both Burnum and Prisma were breathing hard and welcomed the breeze that dried the dark patches of sweat on their coats and tossed their no longer fluffy manes about.
“You were wrong brother, I can’t see the valley,” Burnum gloated, happy to have beaten his brother at least once today.
“You’re right but I can see something else, look there in the trees,” Prisma motioned to where he saw a fleck of gold through the trees and a flash of brown. Burnum followed his gaze and saw what Prisma saw. He began to grow edgy as unfamiliar sounds and smells carried up to him.

The chatter of humans and the smell of their shod horses and leather was strange to both the colts. While Burnum grew increasingly fearful, Prisma’s curiosity flared.
“Brother I think we should go,” Burnum snorted fearfully.
“No don’t be silly, I’m sure these new creatures wouldn’t bother two princes if the High Country,” with that Prisma flicked his tail and pranced towards the people. He stopped and wrinkled his nose at what he saw as he drew closer. Strange two legged creatures on the backs of horses, how odd!
“Brother!” Prisma neighed up to his brother, “come and here and see this.”
Little did Prisma know that he would have just given away where he was to the humans.

[Valatone]

Cobalt was tottering along at a steady pace. He had been fallowing his two half-brother's trail for a day, and had finally come close. They should be just ahead, said the colt in his private mind. He flicked his tail, a little sign of impatience. He continued on, this time at a slow walk. His little green eyes peered between some thick treeline, hoping to see two, one black one red, colts. But no, they weren't there.
Rather ignorant about the ways of the bush, Cobalt let out a little whinny. His brothers would hear it, but who else? He had never thought of that. Cobalt's wisdom would come later, when he finally realised how dangerous being a brumby was. He hadn't noticed the humans either.

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That call was heard by Yalkara. Of course, the stallion was now quickly on his way back. But the call made him stop and listen. The chestnut thought he had smelt something. Thinking twice, he finally turned around and went back to see what the fuss was about, but just quickly. The men hadn't seen him yet...but maybe, they would see the others.

So he came back to his no-longer quiet ridge and stopped, peering over to see three colts. A black one on his own, probably the one who called out, looking around for something. Then, further along, the stallion caught sight of two other young colts, a spotted black and a red roan, quite close to the humans. Yalkara smirked, what idiots. The black had already alerted the humans with his stupid call. Now they would be captured.

Looking around, the chestnut once again fallowed his path back as silently as possible, placing every hoof in an already made mark in the dust.

[Tex]

OOC- I heard you needed a human <3

A young woman on a bay mare was traveling slowly across the high country, a lasso strapped to the side of the saddle and a gun in one of the saddlebags. After living up here for a while, Alison had realized that keeping a gun on her at all times is a smart thing to do, and not the American thing to do. So now, in the middle of the Brumby hunting season, she had decided to go and scout out for some of the brumbies that were better at hiding than others.
And it appeared that she was in luck. She could hear, though faintly, a few neighs and the sounds that galloping hooves accidentally make while running through the bush. The human looked further up the range, trying to find out where exactly the sound had come from, and two colts caught her eyes almost instantly. One of them was black, and the other was a rust red colour. They were both really pretty, and looked old enough to capture without too much harm. She squeezed Jesse's sides to make the bay go faster, and angled to wait at a good location for jumping out with the rope ready.

[yaruka]

Baree too, had followed his adopted brothers. Close behind Cobalt he winced when the black colt called to the others. Having been on his own for a few days after his mother had died, Baree had already realized that being silent when vunerable was definately a good idea. In one short bound he was by his brother's side, nipping the other colt's shoulder in quick reprimand. "Hush, fool" he said quietly "Who knows what might be out here?" He listened to the noises around him, fairly certain that he could hear at least two sets of hoofbeats up ahead. There didn't appear to be anything that dangerous though, thankfully. He could smell a new scent though, one that he didn't recognize. Having had no prior experience with humans, Baree did not know to be wary of their smell and thus brushed it off as just another new thing he would have to learn sometime.

[Tex]

The human had quieted her horse by stroking it and promising another go at the salt lick, watching the wild horses with a kind of awe. She had an idea, actually, but not being an expert with these kind of things, she had no idea if it would work. Still, perhaps she should try?
Jesse champed at the bit and stamped the ground, a bit irritated. Honestly, you'd think Alison would have gotten bored, staring at these two wildies, though she had to admit, they did look sort of attractive. Just like you'd think a kitten was attractive when it mewed cutely, even though it eventually grew up into a killer cat. She would have snorted then, but Alison was pulling back on the reins, asking her quite nicely to please go backwards. The bay mare tossed her head a bit, but backed up quietly enough. The human kept her backing up until they were out of the trees, though they still hid the two from sight. Now Alison directed her mare to a strategic point, where she could run straight at them and urge them into a run. She tried to remember this country quite a lot back at home, at the hut, so that in a situation like this, she'd know what to do. Ahh, good.
The human practically slapped her horse on both sides, and the startled mare leaped forward with a loud whinny, almost biting her tongue off right after. But Alison wasn't angry; in fact, she grinned and stroked the galloping mare's neck. Jesse whinnied, this time in joy of running, and galloped straight for the colts.
If Alison's plan worked, the colts would be frightened into running. One or two of them might get tired and slow down, and she'd settle for catching just one if that happened, but she really planned to chase them all to an over hang that would be death to a horse that tried to jump it. So Alison whooped and waved her hat in the air, trying to scare the colts enough to make them use most of their energy in their first bit of running.

OOC- sorry, bad post x.x my first idea was to lasso one of them, then lasso the other with the other end of the rope xD that way, they'd be exhausting each other while she attached the one rope to her saddle! But I thought it might not work, so...