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Post by yaruka on Jan 16, 2009 20:29:25 GMT
A soft breeze blew across the mountain. A yearling silver colt raised his head, letting the wind for which he was named blow his mane. And then without warning he was off-his fine creamy legs carrying him swiftly along the ridge. He bucked playfully and turned and spun with the willy-nilly. His mother looked on proudly, an almost exact copy of her son. She stood with a dark grey stallion beneath the snowgums, silky mane blowing around her face. Barina frisked forward and turned to dance in front of the stallion, tossing her head and inviting her mate to play. OOC: I thought it was about time we dusted these guys off  |
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Post by tingara on Jan 17, 2009 12:25:01 GMT
After the fight with his half brother, Maluka hadn’t been the same horse to Barina. The playful side he only ever showed to her had almost been completely beaten out of him quite literally. For the first few months while he’d been recovering both physically and mentally the grey stallion had had an extremely short temper which he’d often lost at his mate, though not meaning too. But the beautiful silver mare had been so patient with him, tending to his wounds and just sticking with him.
Eventually, as the wounds healed, signs of the old Maluka had resurfaced. Now, though the temper was still a little frayed, he was basically the same horse he’d been just over a year ago. Contentedly he watched his son play; Kareela was his one and only legacy for now and it prided the stallion to see him growing so strong and so like his mother.
With an excited snort, Maluka tore after his son. Feeling the wind in his black mane made him feel alive. The spring air felt amazing as he danced and frolicked with his mate and son.
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Post by yaruka on Jan 18, 2009 2:40:54 GMT
Barina was relieved and delighted to see Maluka acting more like his old self. It had been tough for awhile, and though she had never once considered deserting him they had spent quite a few subdued months. Not that the silver mare had aged at all inside. She was still the same lighthearted and playful horse she had always been. Her spirit considerably lighter at the sight of Maluka chasing after Kareela to play with his son she joined in, slender body streamlined and her tail flagging over her back like a silver fountain. After the difficult birth last year she would not bear Maluka another foal this year but she wasn't too concerned about this. She hoped she hadn't disappointed the stallion by not bearing him another foal but there was plenty of time for that in the future, Barina was still young and did not wish to spend her years constantly burdened by a pregnancy. She was very proud though, of Kareela and as she caught up to her creamy colt she nipped his lightly on his withers, inviting a game.
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Kareela squealed and pretended to kick out as his mother and father gained on him. Then he dug his hooves in and took off along the ridge, racing the wind itself.
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Post by tingara on Jan 19, 2009 4:55:08 GMT
All thoughts of revenge against his brother were pushed aside for now. Frolicking with his small family and the joy it brought would not be ruined by the black stallion, the pathetic King. Maluka whinnied joyously and turned to Barina and looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes. The silver mare who had been so patient with him, she was the mare that had saved his life. Risking her own safety to ensure his. There was nothing Maluka could do to repay that debt and he hadn’t appeared very grateful the first few weeks after the fight.
Now he made sure to tell her in his own way that he would be eternally grateful to his mate. Softly he touched his black muzzle against hers, quivering with excitement and fear. He said his thanks for the day by blowing warm air from his nostrils into hers and letting out a soft nicker. The black and grey’s attention then turned back to his son.
A strong two year old, Kareela was growing ever stronger with each day that passed. Maluka would be deeply sad when the time came for the colt to leave but by then there would hopefully be a new foal to lessen the blow of the loss of the first one.
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Post by yaruka on Jan 19, 2009 18:37:48 GMT
Barina understood. She knew how hard it was for Maluka to have suffered defeat at the hooves of his brother. She knew how the fight had damaged him both physically and mentally. And she knew what he meant now as he gently blew into her nostrils, breath warm and making her muzzle tingle with delight. She nuzzled him back sweetly and gazed straight into his eyes, letting him know that it was alright, that she didn't blame him and that she knew he loved her. She returned his nicker before dancing away, seriousness forgotton and in her element-play. She too was immensely proud of their son, the silver colt Kareela. And she dreaded the day when he would leave them for good, reassured only by the fact that he would be going off to start his own proud herd. Kareela showed no ill effects from his rough birth, in fact the colt seemed almost the stronger for it. Since day one he had been a lithe and healthy horse. Barina was thankful for it, thankful that her whole family was still together inspite of the events of last winter.
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The affectionte exchange between his mother and father went unoticed by the creamy colt. He had little recollection of the day where his father and fought the black king and so lived life unbothered by it. He bucked and played happily, nimble body twisting in the air before landing perfectly and taking off to run again. He didn't lack much in play even though he had no other foals to run with. Barina was always ready for a run and Maluka had been lightening up lately. No, the colt was content for now.
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