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Post by yaruka on Jan 18, 2009 17:31:58 GMT
Kala had returned to Yarrman's Valley to give birth knowing the sheltered area would be void of any other horses as it was still widely regarded as the King's territory. As she wandered down the steep slopes she wondered if anyone had even noticed she'd left. Of course, they'd all be preoccupied with the return of the colts, plus 2 but Kala still felt as though she didn't really belong. She made it down to the bottom of the valley and in the shelter of the slope lay down and prepared to give birth.
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A few hours later a beautiful chesnut filly lay at Kala's feet. She raised her head and neck and turned around, licking the tiny horse. When she had cleaned her all she could from her position she struggled to her feet, breaking the umbilical cord. She went over to her filly and washed the rest of her body before nosing the little chesnut to encourage her to try and get up. After a few tries the filly made it to her feet and stumbled to Kala's side for her first drink. Kala stood and let her daughter nurse, content for the first time in a long while. After nursing the filly flopped back down on the grass for a rest and Kala stood over her protectively. As she grazed she thought about Jannali, wondering if her sister had had a foal this year and wishing she could be here to see her perfect little daughter. A red-tailed lizard suddenly scuttled over the rock beside the filly and Kala noticed her daughter's fiery coat was almost the same shade in sun as the lizard's tail. Nickering in amusement she knew instantly what the filly would be called: Wyralla, after the little lizard. Mother and daughter stayed that way for quite some time, peaceful in the afternoon sun. Kala was just considering when to return to the herd, Wyralla was quite a strong filly, when the realization hit that she really didn't want to go back. She was too lonely all the time. A wild thought sparked in her mind, why not go in search of Nevada and Jannali? That's what she and Jannali had originally come to the High Country to do after all. But no, she shouldn't, not really. But why not? Her foal was a filly, so unlikely to cause Nevada jealousy. She didn't even smell like Tingara's herd yet. Biangri was a grown colt, he didn't need her anymore, he'd be safe with the herd. Kala made up her mind. She was going in search of the mysterious gray and his herd of colourful mares asoon as Wyralla was ready.
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 18, 2009 23:41:15 GMT
OOC: Uh-oh, probably not a welcome visitor... The herd's scent was feint. The scent only lingered like the bitter scent of smoke to the fur. Ammi padded out across the valley, her nose sweeping the ground for clues to which way they had gone. The female dingo was alone, and mourning the absence of the King's herd. When well fed, she liked to lounge within the herd's sphere of influence. It offered her a little protection and company.
As the golden dog loped across the well-trodden ground, she picked up a tangy scent on the air. Blood. Licking her lips, she started off in a steady trot toward the source. Her sharp eyes spotted the mare and her newborn foal, and he slowed to a stalking pace. The foal would be a nice meal, but with the mother so close, it would be a fool's error to try for it.
Instead, she eyed up the afterbirth that still littered the ground. The foal must have just been born, as the mother hadn't already tried to conceal the evidence. Doubtful that the mare hadn't already noticed her presence, Ammi paced back and forth a fair distance back. |
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Post by yaruka on Jan 19, 2009 18:51:53 GMT
OOC: I'd say no, not welcome at all...no offesnse Tiggs ;P
BIC: Kala's thoughts were interrupted as the breeze shifted and a new scent met her nostrils on the wind. Flinging her head up in alarm she recognized the newcomer as a dingo. Waking Wyralla up anxiously she nosed the filly to her feet, pressing closely against her. She scanned the area and caught sight of a golden dog pacing back and forth. Knowing full well that the dingo already knew she was there, and mortified at the knowledge that the dingo would consider her daughter a meal, she squealed angrily, warning the dingo to keep away. Anxiously she pawed at the afterbirth that still lay at their feet, coating it in dirt but not bothering to fully cover it. Better the dingo come for it then stalk her and her daughter. Unwilling to turn her back on the beast but knowing full well she had no other choice she squealed threateningly again before urging Wyralla to walk up the hill.
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Wyralla's mid-afternoon nap was rudely interrupted by her mother's incessant nudging. Yawning, the little chesnut filly pulled herself to her feet, only wobbling slightly. The newborn was surprisingly strong, even for a horse, at birth. Which was a good thing, because then she caught sight of the cause of her mother's anxiety. Not knowing what it was but instinctively fearing it, Wyralla gazed at the golden brown canine as it paced. Trembling, she kept close to her mother as Kala screamed, warning it away. Of course the dingo didn't leave and next thing she knew her dam was urging her along, pushing her up the shallowest side of the hill.
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Sweat began to break out on Kala's flanks and behind her ears. What should she do? Return to the herd? But what if she led the horrid creature there? In her panic she had not noticed the scent to be that of Ammi's and even if she had she wouldn't have been comfortable. Kala didn't trust any carnivores. She couldn't go back to Tingara, what if the other foals had been born? If the dingo was hungry enough she was sure it might try and pick one of them off. Anxiously, she climbed the hill after her young daughter, mind spinning.
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 19, 2009 23:33:28 GMT
OOC: Aww, poor Kala! *bops Ammi* I'm sorry she caused her mental turmoil. Once the mare had backed off -- Ammi was intelligent enough to heed her warnings -- she crept in to where the bloody mass of tissue lay, half smothered in soil. Ammi suppressed a growl. Now her food was dirty. Huffing, she picked up what she could manage and skittered off a fair distance to wolf it down.
Her sharp amber eyes stared after the mare. It had been a fair few years since she'd tasted fresh horse meat. Only the occasional carrion was what reminded her of the taste, but nothing beat a good breakfast of foal. Licking her lips, the lone dingo returned to the site of the birth for more scraps. After swallowing down what she could, she sniffed around for any more and finding none, she stared forlornly after the foal and mother.
With a sigh, she shook her head. "Worry not, mother brumby. The newborn is safe. Keep her close -- others of my kind are thirsty for your offspring." She warned the dam, her tail wagging a slow salute. It was true that Ammi was less bloodthirsty than most. She spent a fair bit of time lounging in the company of herds, and she could resist the foals when they were within the confines of their herd or in the company of their mother like this one, but a lone one? No, that was against the laws of nature. A lost foal was fair game.
"Return to your herd. I seek some old friends -- I will not trouble you and your young this day." With a bob of her head, the golden dingo skirted widely around the pair and set off in the direction of the King's herd. OOC: A short and sweet encounter, lol. Ammi wasn't too keen on getting a face-full of hoof, I think. XD |
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Post by yaruka on Jan 20, 2009 0:33:09 GMT
OOC: lol, that's ok....but yes, my poor Kala  "Worry not, mother brumby. The newborn is safe. Keep her close -- others of my kind are thirsty for your offspring." called the dingo as Kala and Wyralla made their retreat. Kala surpressed a shudder, she was fully aware that any dingo would consider her daughter a welcome meal. "Return to your herd. I seek some old friends -- I will not trouble you and your young this day." Kala was just deciding to return to Tingara;s herd, it had been a foolish idea to leave, when she noticed the dingo loping off in their direction. Tossing her head anxiously Kala knew that she could not take her daughter to the same place that dingo would be. SHe had seen the look of hunger in the canine's eyes... She would find Jannali, and with her, Nevada. She swung to the left and hurried anxiously up the hill to where she had seen the grtey stallion call his challenge to Tingara. When she got to the top she found his tracks and scent not hard to follow. The grey hadn't bothered to be subtle in his fury. She back tracked along his and the young colts' route, traelling at a slow enough pace so that Wyrallla could keep up easily. |
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Post by kallinga on Apr 27, 2009 7:17:01 GMT
Angel's mahogany coat gleamed as she walked through the land of her beloved's ancestor. Oh, many happy days had she ran with the noble Yarraman throwback, Banjo, before he died. The big, stocky chestnut had been kind and gentle, and had lost his life to an unknown bay who was questing after Angel. Still grieving, Angel thought that a trip to Yarraman's Valley would soothe her soul. She was, after all, pregnant with Banjo's heir, who was due to be born. Then she felt sharp pains and knew the baby was about to see the world for the first time...
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He was the image of his sire, large, sleek, with a regal head and almost racehorse-like legs. Banjo had been of racehorse blood, after all. The colt was a glossy red chestnut with golden fluff for mane that Angel knew would grow to be long and wild like the trees on the Pilots. Wild like the trees...but he was also red like the fire that ripped apart trees...yes, his name would mean both fire and wild trees..it would be Jidu.
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Post by Tiggs on Apr 27, 2009 9:14:46 GMT
OOC: You must wait for character to be accepted before you play them  This thread is old, also, so the characters have moved on from this thread. |
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