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Post by Tiggs on Oct 22, 2008 12:48:44 GMT
OOC: This thread is set after "Snow Filly, Snow Colt" but before "Peace... For now". Its just for Nev to grab his mares back so Tingara's mares don't need to bother posting unless you feel like it XD
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It had taken almost a week after the fight with the Black to make it back to Yarraman's Valley. Nevada had stiffened up terribly for the first few days, and Baramay had left briefly during the second day to birth her foal - a dark brown filly. They rested for a couple of days, then made their way slowly across the early Spring High Country, stopping often to give the mares time to nurse their tired foals, and it gave Nevada time to rest his fatigued body.
Dilali's colt seemed healthy, though Nevada wished he had the strength to push the mares along and lose the horrid thing. Baramay's newborn filly was more tolerable, though it had the ugly stench of Garrong about it. The stallion would aim subtle nips during the journey at the colt when Dilali wasn't looking, making it clear that it wasn't to bother him. The filly he allowed to come closer, though he paid her no attention and lavished his affection on the filly's dam and herd-mate. He was pleased to have them back, and would be glad to get back to Brael, Jannali and Taworri.
Now leading the reclaimed half of his herd into the Southern end of Yarraman's Valley, Nevada began to hurry. His leg had healed enough for a brisk jog and so he told his mares not to worry about keeping up and sped on ahead. Reunited, his herd would be quite imposing. He wondered how Dilali and Baramay would accept Jannali, he remembered they had not yet met her. They would take to her well, most likely. They were calm and sociable mares unlike one he could name. It always surprised him however that when separated from Brael, he was always eager to find her again. Maybe he secretly enjoyed the torture.
As Yarraman's Valley opened out into a wider pasture, Nevada could see the shapes of Tingara's herd in the distance. Lifting his head, Nevada let out an excited call and pushed himself into a lope and trying his best not to limp. His gait was a little stiff perhaps, but he looked well enough for a stallion a few days fresh from a fight. He even managed a squeal and a buck before he stopped and called for Brael, Jannali and Taworri. He might have been worried that Tingara would resent giving them back, but he was in too high spirits to be paranoid now.
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Post by yaruka on Oct 22, 2008 23:16:18 GMT
OOC: Just to let you know, Taworri's currently gone giving birth not ignoring Nevvy  after he FINALLY comes back, lol jk Jannali was grazing relatively peacefully beside Kala on the edge of Tingara's herd. When she heard the stallion call from behind her she flung her fine head up excitedly. She would know that call anywhere, it was Nevada, returning alive and apparently succesful. Whinnying to him in delight she swung round to trot towards him, not as gracefully as she perhaps would have liked, after all she was very heavy with foal, but elegantly nonetheless, given the huge bulk of her overdue, unborn foal swelling her abdomen. She reached him and extended her nose excitedly, happily snuffling into his nostrils. She eyed the two mares and behind him somewhat nervously, how would they react to her, a relative newcomer and stranger? She noted the subtle feathering of the foals following their mothers, they were most definatley not Nevada's offspring, though as a mare she would not discriminate against any young. Suddenly she felt a huge kick in her side. Swishing her tail with discomfort, she knew her foal was reminding her that it was time. She had semi-unconciously been holding on to give birth until Nevada returned and now that he was back it was definately time for her to into labor. Nickering softly, half in apology and half in explanation, she walked off, into the bush to give birth to her first foal, glancing once at Kala to explain her sudden abscense. |
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Post by tingara on Oct 23, 2008 0:08:26 GMT
Finally the inevitable day had arrived, Nevada’s return. Part of Tingara wished that he hadn’t come back and that embarrassed him. No he should be happy that his rival had returned safely and had brought Dilali and Baramay home. The black trumpeted his greeting in return and slowly made his way to the other stallion. The ground underneath squelched as he stepped, soggy from the newly melted snow. Mud flecked up onto Tingara’s legs, covering the fresh wounds he’s sustained a day few days ago. Although those cuts were covered the deep lacerations on his body, back and face were painfully out in the open.
“Welcome back, your mares are safe just as I promised,” Tingara regarded Nevada through his good eye; the area around the other eye had become extremely swollen and had rendered Tingara temporarily blind on that side. The black tried to hide how painful the short walk to the other stallion had been but he began to involuntary shake as his front right leg began to give him problems again.
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Both Dilali and Baramay greeted the new mares courteously and were actually happy to see Brael. Baramay whinnied out in greeting to her friend and completely forgot about the filly that was attempting to feed. It seemed Baramay had been forgetting her young daughter frequently lately.
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Post by Illu on Oct 24, 2008 8:29:46 GMT
Brael wasn’t going to wait for anyone. She’d had her foal several days ago already and the little filly was growing stronger by the day. Brael, of course, has wasted absolutely no time making snide little comments about her her precious baby was so much more amazing than everyone else’s. Aside from the big battle of ultimate doom that Brael had done her precious best to avoid, she’d actually found Tinagara quite good company, and hey, he could fight too!
Still, when Nevada cane back up looking as fit as could be expected, she was quite relived to see him again. Nudging her little silvery grey spawn ahead to meet Papa, Brael followed Tingara in a fashion that suggested she’d grown quite used to falling into step behind him as she often used to do with Nevada. She was positively slowing however, and looked, for once, in a good mood.
”Oh heeey! Nevada!” She greeted in her shrillest tone yet, and almost launching the foal at Nevada as she bullied the filly forwards. ”This one’s yours! Now I know I always said grey ones were always ugly and plain but I think this one popped out quite well!” she tittered. ”Tingara’s been really cool about everything! He tried to teach me this really cool trick where you don’t leave footprints and he actually tells really cool stories! I had fun! Looks like you got the two plebs back too. Not fast enough, eh?” she asked, with a sideways look at the two feathered foals.
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Post by Tiggs on Oct 24, 2008 9:23:17 GMT
Well, he'd hoped the welcoming would consist of more than Brael, but he had enough know-how now that he didn't assume Jannali was making a break for it, and that Taworri must be missing for similar reasons. The sight of Brael's filly however cheered him immensely. A pretty little pale grullo. Almost an exact match to his mother. He himself had looked similar when he was young, albeit darker and browner but they would have shared the same dark markings. Nuzzling the little foal, he was proud to see one foal of his blood was there to greet him on his return. Another couple would follow soon, he was sure.
In typical fashion, Brael was her usual blunt self and for once he agreed with her snide comment about the foals that had come about with Garrong temporary possession of Dilali and Baramay. Unlike Brael, he wouldn't blame the mares for them but their presence was an ugly reminder that he hadn't held onto his mares as well as he should have. He cast a sideways glance at the stocky young foals, his ears flicking in discontent. Compared to Brael's newborn, they were hardly worthy to be a dingo's meal. He tried his best to tolerate them for the sake of Dilali and Baramay, but there was only so much lenience you could give the foals of another stallion. Birubi at least had been conceived and born before Nevada had brought Dilali to his herd the first time. Soon at least he could ignore them successfully with three newborns of his own blood to dote on.
Once he had investigated the small pale filly foal, he sidled over to Brael to greet her with nuzzles and soft nickers. "She's the most beautiful filly I have ever seen, she'll grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. I assume you've named her something befitting of her beauty?" He said while nibbling that pale mane of hers that made her such a rare specimen. Hovering next to her possessively, Nevada gave Tingara the once-over. It looked like the King had been in a fight of his own, though he seemed to have come off worse than Nevada had. A flash of sadistic joy rushed through him, and there was the tempting urge to challenge the King now while he was weak.
But where was the honour in that? His rival had taken good care of his mares, even though it seemed he had made more of an impression on Brael than he would have liked. No, Nevada would never stoop that low, but it didn't stop the devil on his shoulder whispering encouragement to do just that.
The grey stallion lifted his noble head proudly, and flicked his ears forward. "I do appreciate you watching out for them, I hope they were not too much trouble." He managed a stiff politeness, though it still rankled that he'd needed the other stallions help in the first place. What if Tingara had lost that fight, Nevada wondered. After winning one half of his herd back, he'd have to travel to the other end of the High Country to get the rest back. Nevada gave an irritated huff, and dismissed Tingara with a little more abruptness than he could afford with the highest ranked stallion in the High Country. To cover the slight, he busied himself reacquainting himself with Brael.
"Where is Yarran?" He asked, nibbling her favourite spot just below her withers to show just how much he'd missed her. Tingara could fight could he? Teach her tricks? Tell her stories? Well did he know were her favourite scratching spot was? Nooo. He spitefully hoped Tingara's bad eye would be permanently damaged then caught himself. Brael was rubbing off on him. At least his yearling son would have had some company of his own age to play and spar with.
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Post by tingara on Oct 25, 2008 9:48:20 GMT
Tingara snorted angrily as Nevada brushed him off. After he’d had taken in the grey’s mares, resisted the urge to touch a single one and even laid his life on the line to protect them. The black resisted the urge to take a swipe at Nevada’s hide but stopped. If he got into a fight in his condition it would probably kill him. Instead the black nodded in acknowledgement to the grey and limped back to his mares. As he went he stopped and turned back to the other stallion.
“Don’t forget what I’ve done for you,” Tingara warned, “I didn’t cross you and I don’t expect you to.”
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Post by Illu on Oct 25, 2008 10:27:49 GMT
“Well of course!” Brael huffed at whate she took to be a suggestion she had dared give her daughter a horrible icky ordinary name like Dilali or Jannali. ”It’s Calca, and you got three guesses as to what it means. I dunno where Yarran is actually, he sorta wandered off a month or two before this one came, so I guess he’s all grown up then. I think he’s off beating up all of Tingara’s sons or something, like a strong growing boy should!” she said proudly.
The bitterness between Tingara and Nevada she completely missed, instead she just stood there as Nevada groomed her with a contented look on her face. When she looked up and saw Tingara leaving however, she immediately looked a little uncomfortable. ”Hey! Where’re you going?” she asked with the same impertinent tone of ‘you’re not allowed to go anywhere unless I let you’ usually reserved for Nevada.
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Post by Tiggs on Oct 25, 2008 11:03:41 GMT
He was glad to hear Yarran had been interacting with the local wildlife, though he'd like to find his son before they left. As a yearling he was ot quite the warrior Brael imagined and would need another year of safety within the herd before he was ready for complete independence. He watched Tingara turn to leave ou of the corner of his eye, somewhat smug as if he had driven the King off himself.
He didn't expect Brael to care that the black stallion was leaving and at her protest, he turned sharply to stand between them. Tingara had already turned and delivered his warning as Nevada bumped Brael with his shoulder. That tone of voice she used was perhaps the most infuriating one could ever use, yet the fact that she used it on Tingara drove an ugly spike of jealousy into his gut. Brael was allowed to speak like that to nobody but him. It was the equivalent of trotting over to the other stallion and rubbing noses or something else suitably affectionate.
"Tingara his his own herd to attend to Brael. We're staying only as long as it takes Taworri and Jannali to return and then we're leaving." He turned to Tingara, tossing his head and snorting, "I won't forget that you helped me, Tingara, and you can be rest assured that any intentions I have are far from hidden. I owe you a favour now, but this does not change the fact that one day I will fight you, and I intend to win. For now we are allies, and until that favour is repaid, I will not challenge you."
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Post by tingara on Oct 26, 2008 1:06:39 GMT
The black’s ears pricked up immediately as Brael called out to him.
“It’s been an absolute pleasure to have you around but it’s time for us to part ways. You to go with Nevada and me to return back to my mares,” he sighed. Tingara meant every word and was not happy to see her go. He’d probably held on to one of the rarest and beautiful mares in the High Country during the breeding season and any lesser stallion wouldn’t have been able to resist and now he had to say goodbye to her.
Tingara was glad to see that Brael’s call out had made Nevada jealous. It was a small victory over the grey but a victory none the less.
“We’ll see who will win the fight between you and I,” he said proudly. It seemed Nevada was set on fighting him in the future.
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Post by yaruka on Oct 26, 2008 2:16:05 GMT
Through the bush walked a mare almost identical in appearance to the one causing jealousy in the valley, though about as opposite as could be in personality. Behind her walked a dark grey/brown shadow, a tiny filly foal who looked as though she would grow up to be as delicately pretty as her mother. Though in good health, the young foal was flagging as the two's journey came to a close. "Just a little farther my sweet," said Taworri , turning to nudge daughter encouragingly. The little foal sighed and stumbled on. Soon they were in sight of the valley, and Taworri raised her head excitedly. On the breeze she could just catch the scent of Nevada, he must have finally returned. Though Taworri did not know Nevada that well yet, her sweet and kind nature meant she had worried endlessly about him in the time he had been gone, afraid for his life as he again fought that black brute of a stallion. She crested the last rise and walked gracefully down the hill, her filly trotting suddenly to catch up as she caught sight of all the other horses. Wide-eyed, the foal stayed close to her mother as the moon filly approached the grey and her sister in colour. Taworri got to within a few feet of the other two horses then stopped uncertainly, nickering shyly in greeting. Boorana ducked under her mother, peering out from between the mare's front legs with huge dark eyes and staring at her father and Brael.
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