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Post by Tiggs on Jan 4, 2009 23:14:44 GMT
Nandalie was furious by now. The two fillies were not his by blood, so he was torn between seeing the stallion off and letting the two fillies make their way on their own with this suitor. He settled for replying with an outraged scream, stamping his hoof in anger. He couldn't stop the young fillies if they wanted to leave, but he warned the stallion that the other mares were off limits.
The proud call from the rival pinpointed his position, and Nandalie thought he could spot a tan shape between the trees on the far side of the creek. He circled his mares and their tired foals, unsure of whether to try and round the two-year-olds up as well. Tail lashing, he turned to the nearest, Ally. "If you're going, go now. He won't be allowed another chance." He glanced over at the dark Omaroo. "make your choice quickly, young ones." He shot a glare in what he thought was the direction of the intruder, and waited with quivering limbs for the two to make their choices. |
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Post by yaruka on Jan 5, 2009 0:56:10 GMT
Omaroo felt herself tingle with repressed energy and excitement as the stallion nickered back to her. She caught sight of him briefly as he moved forward to encourage her. Glancing at Ally, who way also watching the stallion, and then at Nandalie, she made her choice. She loved Nandalie but he was like a father to her. She couldn't stay with him the rest of her life, it would not be right. And this stallion's nicker was full of invitation and adventure. She would go with him. Stepping delicately across the river and through the falling snow she went to him, a black shadow hidden then revealed by the swirling snowflakes.
Irawaddy watched her first daughter go and knew it was for the best. Nandalie had been her father figure since she was very young and Irawaddy herself had another, very needy, foal to care for. She nickered softly in farewell.
Amarina watched the proceedings with huge, wide dark brown eyes. Not understanding how her world had gone from including simply herself, her dam, Coorah and her colt to an extra pair of fillies and two stallions she just stood there, trying to look as small as possible.
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Post by { Opal } on Jan 5, 2009 1:57:26 GMT
Cobar's ears twitched as they caught a new sound; not from the black mare, but from an entirely new brumby. He neighed softly in encouragement, extremely pleased with his success. The brumby shook his head, jerking his mane from side to side in utter delight. He just felt so good! Cobar had not expected come out triumphant a few minutes ago, but now he let himself bask in his confidence.
Breaking his small celebration with a shudder of his nostrils, Cobar noticed that the stallion was up to his ears with rage. But to Cobar's great relief he did not come after him, or the young mares. "Don't worry; I won't take your mates," he murmured to himself, then returned his gleaming gaze to the prizes before him. Cobar caught the stallion's hard voice, and knew that the two had to make their decisions. Everything seemed to grow still with anticipation.
The black mare stepped forward. Cobar nickered and stamped his hooves in celebration, as he beckoned the filly with his body and voice. His gaze was warm but sharp with energy as he beamed it down upon the brumby, his topline saturated with snow he hadn't bothered to shake off. Cobar praised her lavishly with a proud snort and beaming face, before glancing back at the remaining mare. Would she, too, join him?
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Post by Tex on Jan 5, 2009 6:31:56 GMT
The grulla filly playfully jumped towards the strange stallion, arching her neck and raising her hooves each time they weren't flat on the ground. She had grown up quite a bit, and was now able to call herself a mare instead of a foal. Not that she cared, of course. Nah, not her. All that flashy stuff, not good enough for her. She practically bounced over to the strange stallion and sniffed at his muzzle, completely ignoring the polite factor and instead getting the information she wanted; whether he was male, if he was old enough, and also if his hygiene was acceptable. A painstaking analyzation of his scent a few seconds later decided her mind; she wanated to go with him. She stopped showing off and just stood next to the stallion, looking quite proud that she had already gotten a stallion in her herd. Nope, she had no idea how herd dynamics went about. Maybe that was from being brought up by Coorah.
Her mother mare was sad thaat her foal was going to leave, but it had to happen eventually. At leats she had chosen a good-looking one. You don't see too many buckskins around here, no sir, and he wasn't scrawny either. She decided he was a good choice, and turned to placate her stallion.
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 5, 2009 23:06:20 GMT
It stung, but he supposed it would have to happen to all his daughters. It was the law of the bush that roving stallions stole away with the herd daughters. Sons struck out on their own, but fillies required a little coaxing from an exciting new stallion. Nandalie was both sad and angry to see the two go. Technically they were not his daughters - he could fight the other stallion away if he wished - but if they were both inclined to leave him, then they were more like daughters than he had realised.
He gave the other stallion a final warning to leave, his call harbouring a little of the sadness that the departure of his foster daughters caused him, as well as the anger at seeing their hearts so easily captured. "Defend them well, thief." He called across the water, standing firmly in front of the adult mares and their foals. Ideally he would liked to have taken them away, but he could see the foals were tired and the young filly and colt deserved a rest at least. It would give him time to reacquaint himself with his mares. |
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Post by yaruka on Jan 7, 2009 18:41:40 GMT
Omaroo extended her nose shyly to this new stallion, nostrils trembling with excitement and curiosity. What would life be like with him? She did not remember her birth father, and Nandalie was rather uptight. But this stallion seemed to speak of excitement and adventure, at least to her young mind. She was thrilled when Ally also joined them, she had been close the other two year old ever since they had met as young foals.
Irawaddy stood alongside Amarina, trying to reassure her daughter and Nandalie at the same time. She nickered to Nandalie “They had to leave, you were like a father to them,” she said “But you have Coorah and I, and our foals until they are grown. Be proud, both of your offspring are fine young horses.”
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Post by { Opal } on Jan 7, 2009 23:01:50 GMT
Cobar was captivated and amused by the grulla's actions, and he watched her graceful act with a playful snort. He was not the least bit violated when she smelled and observed him; in fact, Cobar enjoyed the "attention." He then realized that he was still in the presence of the stallion, and brought his head up. The roan's call cried to him from across the creek, saying, "Defend them well, thief." Cobar smiled slyly to himself at his new title. It was a funny business, making a herd; you often had to steal some else's mare to gain numbers. But it was something that Cobar was up for, and it was the way of the wild.
Cobar's attention shifted as slow movement caught his eye. The black mare. Cobar calmly allowed her to explore his nose, then continued to relax his posture in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. He nickered softly in greeting, then stepped back to observe both brumbies. With a proud and enlightened snort Cobar whirled on his heels, facing the wilderness. With a jerk of his tail to beckon them both, he broke into a swift canter. His hooves thrummed rhythmically against the chilled ground, his legs working like powerful pistons as they thrust him over the earth. Free.
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Post by Tex on Jan 8, 2009 1:22:21 GMT
Coorah cantered to her first filly, and the grulla looked at her in surprise. Was mum going to come too? But she didn't want her to! She wanted to live by herself from now on! But the sooty mare didn't want to go with ehr. Instead, she nuzzled her ears and whispered something to the filly. Ally grew sombre for once, and nodded, nuzzling her mother back. Then Coorah trotted back to Nandalie, her own stallion.
Ally whinnied a goodbye to her mum and her mum's friend, stuck her tongue out at Nandalie, and whirled around to canter after Cobar.
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Post by yaruka on Jan 9, 2009 0:39:17 GMT
The buckskin’s comforting nicker indicated that he mistakenly thought her quietness meant she was shy. Omaroo butted his nose playfully to let him know this was not so and then pranced over to stand next to Ally. Belatedly she remembered her own mother as Coorah raced over to say goodbye. She glanced over her shoulder to see Irawaddy also making her way towards the departing fillies with a yearling foal beside her. Snorting in surprise Omaroo snuffled at the filly, her half sister. She then nuzzled Irawaddy gently before trotting back over to stand by Cobar.
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Post by { Opal } on Jan 9, 2009 18:16:57 GMT
OOC: Shall I start a new thread for Cobar and the mares? We're pretty much done here. ^^
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