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Post by Illu on Nov 1, 2008 9:19:05 GMT
Brael, although unhappy with Tingara's departure was satiated by the polite manner in which he bid farewell. Nevada, however, she thought a little rude. Miracle of miraclesthough, getting into a fight apparently wasn't one of her objectives for the moment. Today had been nice, quiet, and now Nevada was back, and nothing was going to ruin that on pain of death, damnit. She had just finished squealing for Yarran to come back when Taworri and her new foal caught her eye. Pfft, Calca was totally prettier than that ones foal, totally and utterly and no one was going to convince her otherwise."Oh heeey, you're back! Goodie, does that mean we can go now?" she asked, clearly hoping they'd forget about Jannali and just leave.
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Post by yaruka on Nov 25, 2008 2:09:03 GMT
Yarran’s ears flickered as they caught the sound of his mother’s squeal. Snorting, he glanced at the other yearlings he was grazing with then reluctantly turned and wandered over to Brael. Since they had been staying with Tingara’s herd the young colt had been making the most of having others of his own age to hang around with. Though he had initially been a little shy about going over to the other colts he had been grazing and hanging around with them for the better part of the last few days, even last night sleeping on the outskirts of their little group. This was really his first contact with colts of his own age and though he had gotten into a few mock fights- some more serious than other- the colts of Tingara’s herd had generally been good to him. Being over a year Yarran was naturally spending less and less time by his mother’s side (who wouldn’t when your mother was Brael?) and ever since the Moon Filly had returned with her new foal he been to see her only once. Still, his place was and would be for the better part of the next year, with his birth herd. As he wandered back over to the small group of mares he suddenly caught sight and scent of Nevada. Glad to see that his sire had survived, and apparently won, his second battle with the black, Yarran raised his tail proudly and nickered a coltish (though desperately trying to be stallion-like) greeting to his father. He noticed Dilali and Baramay, mares that he dimly remembered from before the time of the first fight, were back with their own foals. Despite having outgrown his foalhood he was happy to see that at least he would have others closer to his own age to hang around with once they split from the main herd. He saw that Taworri was back and as he reached the small group he nickered to his, at-times, foster mother and dropped his red nose down to her new foal and his half-sister. He snuffled curiously along the new foal’s neck then raised his head and looked expectantly at Nevada.
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Post by yaruka on Nov 25, 2008 2:22:47 GMT
OOC: well, may as well get everyone in on the thread ;P
BIC: Jannali returned later that evening, guiding a mousy blue roan filly through the dark towards the herd. From quite a distance she could see the bright white shape of Nevada, reflecting in the moonlight. She looked at her filly, also glowing though not quite as bright, and knew that she too was a pale wraith in the dark. Concern crossed her features briefly, they were such a high risk members of a wild horse band. Shuddering at the thoughts of danger Jannali shook her head to clear it, she was bringing her first foal to meet its father, her wonderful Nevada. This should be a happy moment. Walking quietly through the dark she finally she reached the outskirts of their little herd, seperated by a short distance from the Tingara's. Nickering to Nevada and the rest, she gently pushed her little daughter foreward to meet her family.
OOC: sorry its kinda lame, no time to work on it, sorry! :/
BIC: Kala had been dozing lightly beside Crayola, Biangri sleeping soundly at her feet. A sudden scent on the breeze caught her attention and she woke, looking through the darkness to see her half-sister' return with an almost miniature copy of her dam. Kala looked happily at her sister and niece, but a pang of sadness rang in her heart. She hated being seperated from Jannali. In all her years of life, which granted was only four, she had never been seperated from her blue roan sister before now. Glancing at Tingara, who her loyalty and affection undoubtedly lay with, she sighed. What could she do? She knew she could not be happy seperate from her sister and best friend, but also knew that she could not ask Jannali to leave Nevada. As for leaving Tingara, Kala seriously hoped she wouldn't have to. Despite her initial attitude to the black stallion Kala had grown to feel affectionate towards him. Still, she was lonely here. Crayola was sweet but she missed the easy and close companionship she had with Jannali. At least she had Biangri now. He kept her attention and made her happy, it was only at moments like these, when the colt was fast asleep, that Kala felt her desolation weigh fully on her shoulders. The red roan sighed again and dropped her head to her foal's sleepy figure, nuzzling his barely visible figure so gently that in his sleep the colt must have thought it was only the night breeze.
OOC: bleck, what a messy post. I may revise it later but for now I have to do a history project. at least the emotion's there...right?
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