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Post by Corowa on Feb 2, 2009 3:41:02 GMT
“Karuah is a filly grown, no yearling,” the mare said, and turned to her beautiful creamy daughter. Karuah stood as though in a dream, only half-seeing. Then those ghost mares moved from the grove of snowgums and Corowa gave a surprised snort. There in the roan stallion’s mob, was the bay mare who’d run with them, and her yearling filly.
Gently that golden filly stretched her nose out, and Karuah whinnied softly to her half-sister. Ears flickering, the filly touched that soft nose, breathed in that scent so alike to her own. Corowa crept closer to the bay mare, ears twitching nervously, every nerve tingling with excitement. Suddenly the creamy filly, silvered by the moonlight, gave a throbbing call. Corowa trembled, but walked steadily on towards the shadowy mob of mares.
Perhaps, Corowa wondered, it might be better to be left with the dream. Yet longing pulled, strong as the fever that pounded in her blood and ran swift through her veins. “Where did he go Wyuna?” the mare said softly “Is it true of what the mopoke speaks? Is it true men took him once more?” Shaking all over with dread, the pale grey mare listened to the silence of the bush, listening, for what she did not know. There would be no call ringing out over the mountains, no promise blending with the whirling snow. There would be nothing but this eerie hush, and the mare trembled with despair.
OOC: You said Kessa Yaruka, but I’m assuming you mean Karuah? Also, I’m working on the assumption that Corowa left the herd a little before Rezar was captured.
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Post by yaruka on Feb 5, 2009 22:05:22 GMT
"We're just passing through. We came via the Cascade Valley. We encountered a hungry dingo there -- beware your yearling -- he seemed fairly intent on my own." said the roan stallion. Warring nodded his thanks , though Karuah was over a year old he did not bother to correct the other stallion. The roan did not need to know this, it might make the creamy more appealing to him. Besides, the warning had been made with good intentions. Unfortunately, just then Corowa said the very thing Warring had been avoiding. The bay sighed quiety but did not make any move to reprimand the grey mare. After all, how was she to know that he had intentionally sidestepped that part of the stallion's comment? Returning his attention to the red stallion's words his ears flickered in surprise. Did the wild bay know Corowa and Karuah? How strange. Curiously he looked to his own mares, looking to see their reactions. ---------------- Camira trembled as her half-sister extended her nose, touching her own soft muzzle gently. It had been so long since she had seen the others, yet not long enough for her to have forgotten them. Strangely, this was her first real contact with the other filly; Wyuna had always made sure that she never had anything to do with the other members of the herd. For now though, the bay mare was too distracted to boss around her daughter. She was looking at Corowa with a mixture of shock and disgust. "I don't know what happened to that useless stallion," she said carelessly "But if he has been caught it serves him right. He was quite pathetic. " She turned her tail on the pale mare and walked over to the pool for a drink. Suddenly noticing her daughter wasn't beside her she called sharply "Camira! I don't want you associating with them-come here!" The pony mare then snorted angrily and lowering her head to drink. ------------------ Camira flinched at her dam's angry tone but for once did not make an immediate move to obey her. "Karuah," she said quietly, making sure Wyuna could not hear her. "For that is your name is it not? I am glad to find you well but for what reason did you leave the herd?" Her eyes bright with curiousity she gazed at her half-sister, waiting for an answer. When it became apparent that the conversation was going in a direction that did not involve her, Irawaddy had politely slipped off to the pond for a drink, her daughter following her closely. To her distress,however, she had still heard every single word of the very awkward conversation. When Wyuna stalked over she moved aside, not saying to the other mare, it was clear that she didn't want to talk about what ever connection she had to the bay's mares. OOC: oops, yes I meant Karuah, sorry Corowa
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Post by Tiggs on Feb 7, 2009 23:19:18 GMT
Nandalie was surprised the grey mare spoke, and he looked to her. Of the two, she would be the one he would challenge for, but he was was not ready for that yet. Instead he nickered his apologies, "My mistake, your daughter is a fine filly." But a dangerous colour, he added to himself. Silvers were still among the most sought after mares, and Nandalie did not want excess attention.
The roan stallion looked sharply to Wyuna. He was beginning to wonder if this rejected stallion of hers purposefully left her. Her sharp tongue would get them into trouble. He had a soft spot for her yearling daughter, however, so he nickered to her. "Camira." His voice held a warning too, but it was not nearly as biting as her mother's harsh reprimand. He would have to talk to Wyuna about her attitude if she was to stay with them. He didn't want any of his mares upset by her and if necessary, he would take her yearling filly away from the bullying mare. She deserved a softer touch.
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Post by Corowa on Feb 11, 2009 23:05:12 GMT
“My mother longed for the South, and I shared this longing for it is Thowra’s blood that flows through our veins,” Karuah said, and she looked sourly at that bad-tempered bay mare, who had driven Corowa further southwards. The creamy filly had missed the companionship of younger horses, and she had longed for the company of her shy half-sister.
“Why do you still run with your mother? Karuah asked, wondering whether Camira would heed her mother’s shrill whinny, the stallion’s gentler nicker. “She is much worse than I remembered.” Snorting wetly, the filly playfully nipped her half-sister, worried by the sudden hush in the bush around them, and the sadness she felt in her mother.
Corowa meanwhile, still watched the strange stallion, fascinated even as she moved towards Warring. “Beware your bay mare, roan stallion” Corowa said softly. “She is evil-tempered and surely will drive her young filly off, for perhaps you will one day you will be spoken of as thusly.”
Then the pale grey mare pressed closer to Warring, shoulder to shoulder, flank to flank, so that the feel of him steadied her. Karuah, picking up on her mother’s anxiousness drifted towards her, the bond between mother and daughter stronger than most. Tenderly, the mare nosed her creamy daughter’s shoulder, and Karuah sighed, head rested on her mother’s withers. And all around them, there was silence.
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