Wahn= Most Mischievious of Birds [OPEN}

[yaruka]

A black colt frisked and played as the rain fell lightly through the trees. Wahn was having a great time as he pranced and bucked on his way to who knew what. Suddenly he stopped as into his line of vision came a rounded building, and the scent of many horses reached his nostrils. There was another scent too. Or actually a couple but one was stale. Trembling with curiousity, the black colt trotted forward eagerly. The closer he got the stranger the sight was that met his eyes. Horses, standing around behind bars it seemed? And strange objects lying all around. Snorting, he stepped forward and touched the nose of one of the horses behind bars closest to him. "What are you doing here?" he asked the horse, oblivious to the danger he was in.

[tingara]

A bay Waler x thoroughbred stallion stood behind the rough wooden fence, resting its head on the top rail. Cas stood utterly bored, staring off into the bush. Sam was off riding the new buckskin stallion and had left the bay behind in the rain, much to his disgust. With and undignified snort, Cas jumped as he saw movement through the trees. The rain had dampened both his coat and mood so he was not looking forward to dealing with a suicidal brumby.

“What does it look like I’m doing here huh?” Cas replied sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and lay his ears back in annoyance. What was the fool thinking? He was obviously slightly crazy and Sam would be back soon.

Sam would be back soon!

Damn, if only he could saddle himself. As long as Cas kept this sucker here long enough there could be a chase on his hands, well hooves. “What are you doing here brumby? Don’t you know there are men about?” he snorted, a little less unfriendly this time.

[yaruka]

Wahn cocked his head, gazing at the unfriendly horse with nothing but curiousity in his eyes "I don't know." he answered honestly, flicking his thin wispy tail. He pawed with his right foreleg, knocking at the lowest wooden bar. "Strange place this is," he murmered, almost to himself. He looked up as the strange horse spoke again "What are you doing here brumby? Don’t you know there are men about?” Wahn looked at the horse, clearly confused "What are men?" he asked lightly. The orphaned colt had raised himself, thus had no sense of danger other than what he had encountered in the bush. And so far he had never run into any men.

[tingara]

“Well I’ll give you a hint; I’m standing here and resting my head on a fence. Oops I just gave you the answer,” Cas said snidely. Seriously who was this colt? The encounter reached a whole new level of ridiculous to the bay stallion when the black asked what men were. How could a horse, especially a wild one at that, not know what the hell were men? It must of spent its entire life in a cave or something but the colt’s stupidity might be useful.

Cas so did not need Sam to capture brumbies.

“Men are like Kangaroos, just less hairy, they don’t have tails or humungous feet and they don’t bounce quite as much,” Cas started off, then had to pick his next words carefully. Personally he himself love being with Sam. The two of them shared a bond but a brumby might not be interested in having that and having to stay behind a fence at the same time.

“Men are fantastic, they keep you well fed throughout the year. That means you don’t have to starve during the winter. They make sure you stay in excellent health and when you get sick they do everything in their power to get you better. But the best thing about men is working alongside them, it’s a very rewarding feeling,” the stallion was extremely happy with the way that had come out, and it entirely truthful. Of course he’d left out the parts about being broken in, the tack and having to give up freedom.

[yaruka]

Wahn's expression was merely quizzical as the bay stallion explained all about 'men' and what they involved. It sounded pretty darn boring to him. Shaking his head again he danced along the fence line. This horse was grumpy but at least he was someone to talk to so Wahn stayed near, trying to think of something else to ask him so that he'd keep talking. Wahn was desperate for company, and he liked the sound of others speaking. It soothed him, reminding him unconciously of how his mother had talked to him when he was younger. "So," he ventured "Were you born here?"

[tingara]

Well that hadn’t quite worked. Cas snorted irritably, he was getting sick of this foolish brumby quickly. Ones as young as the one before him were so naive but he would soon learn about men and horses like himself. They, as a team, took the freedom the brumbies took for granted away. When on a hunt Cas was as determined as his rider, there was nothing more fulfilling than bringing a brumby down a notch. To introduce them to a life that they automatically assumed was awful. Where the hell was Sam? Ears pinned back at the stranger, Cas began to lose his patience slightly.

“No, I was not born here; unlike you I see the world outside of these mountains. Yes there is a world out there, shocking I know,” the stallion snorted. Flicking his tail against his thighs agitatedly, the bay moved away from the fence and began to crop at the grass.

[yaruka]

"Hmm," sighed Wahn, not even noticing the bay's pinned ears. He did, however, notice the bay drop his head down to graze at the sparse grass inside the enclousure. Concerned that he was losing Cas' interest Wahn skipped back over and, turning his head to the side, and poked his nose through the bars to lip at the other horse's nose. The sight would have been most comical for anyone watching from afar. The ungainly colt's gangly legs were spread wide apart and his neck stretched out like that of a giraffe, scruffy tail sticking straight out in concentration. Wahn lipped playfully at the short grass, fluttering his nostrils so that dirt puffed up in a cloud before settling back down to earth.

[tingara]

Now what was the crazy colt doing? Cas snorted and continued to graze on the abundant amount of snowgrass in the pen. Without the bay stallion’s knowledge, the black colt had come right around the pen and he couldn’t help but let out an alarmed squeal as a muzzle suddenly appeared directly in his face. What the?

“What are you doing?” Cas snorted incredulously. Never had he encountered a brumby as strange as the black one that stood before him. Fighting hard, the bay failed to repress a laugh as the colt snorted and dirt flew up around his face. “You know if you’re so desperate to get some grass there’s some exactly identical on your side of the fence,” he pointed out. Why was the grass in the paddock so interesting to the brumby? What a strange creature.

[yaruka]

If horses could grin, that's exactly what Wahn would have done. Even so, his delight at regaining the other horse's attention was plainly evident on his mischievious face. "I thought I might like to try the grass within this strange circle," he replied, more to keep the conversation going than answer the bay's question. Concentrating hard on maneuvering his nimble lips into a position where he could pull at the grass and actually be successful in tearing it, Wahn paid little attention to what was going on outside of the corral. Finally he managed to get a mouthful of the grass, expending way more energy into doing so than was practical. But Wahn was hardly the type to care whether his actions were logical. He lived life for the fun of it. Eventually he withdrew his head and neck from between the bars and stood, still standing with legs wide apart, watching the bay stallion with curious eyes. He racked his brain for something he could say to intersest the other horse.