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Post by { Opal } on Apr 21, 2009 23:08:10 GMT
OOC: You can probably just go on another round without me. Tallerk's knocked out. ^^
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Post by Ehetere on Apr 22, 2009 3:30:22 GMT
Jirrand blew upwards through his nostrils again; and swished his fetlock out of his face. No one seemed to be afraid of him anymore. Maybe they had not heard of the Nighrunners; so he looked just like a very pale Silver Brumby to them - these mares couldn’t have been very old. Living life rough like he had in the lower country had made Jirrand grow up very quickly, and despite the white and grey mare’s almost kind words; he had no intention of getting to know he any further. So without replying to he merely relaxed his posture and pretended to ignore her while still standing guard over the brown mare at his feet, all the while keeping an eye on the white and grey mare. She didn’t even know which eye he could see out of, so for all she knew he may not be able to see her. |
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Post by yaruka on Apr 22, 2009 23:05:59 GMT
The strange stallion had evidently decided to ignore her. Fine, that didn’t bother Imbrium. The blue roan pinto nonchalantly bent her head down to graze, keeping a respectful distance from the cremello but not demonstrating any inclination to leave. She was used to being ignored. She could wait out his frostiness. And if he refused to thaw, well that was ok too. She didn’t need his favour, she was on her way to much larger herds of horses anyway.
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Post by Ehetere on Apr 23, 2009 6:06:30 GMT
The grey and white mare; Imbrium or 'Imbri' as she had said others called her, dropped her head to graze, ignoring Jirrand as he ignored her. He sighed; knowing what had said was rather rude and disrespectful, no matter what the situation was. He had simply let his temper get away from him; perhaps the pain and heart-break that he and the brown mare shared had made him feel very deeply about what had happened down in the valley. Either was, he had over reacted, just a little. Not that he was going to give way completely to a mare; he had more pride than that, simply make a slightly more civilized conversation.
"So who's herd do you belong to Imbrium?" Jirrand asked as politely as he could muster with his current mood. He still didn't completely like the bubbly little mare, however he could at least show her a little more courtesy. Jirrand had always enjoyed following herd politics; how special mares were fought over and different stallions rose and fell. He would have quite liked to collect a herd for himself; however, at least until now, every horse he met had turned their tails and run in the opposite direction fearing death and destruction at his very appearance. |
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Post by yaruka on Apr 23, 2009 23:35:05 GMT
Imbrium blew out a soft snort of amusement, too quiet for the stallion to hear, as he spoke. Apparently they were on speaking terms again, that hadn't taken long. Rasing her head she tilted it to the side curiously "Do you really think I have a herd when I'm all up here talking to a strange stallion?" she asked lightly. Though her words could in some ways be considered somewhat rude, her inquisitve voice revealed that she was merely interested in the stallion's thoughts. Her eyes flickered playfully "Or do you think I'm so undesirable that my stallion would not mind me fraternizing with another." Again her tone was teasing, clearly she meant no harm by her words. She'd already prettty much forgotten her quarrel with Tallerk and was now in a much better mood. Though stubborn as anything and possessing a fiery temper, Imbrium wasn't one to hold excessive grudges.
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Post by Ehetere on Apr 24, 2009 7:52:27 GMT
Jirrand snorted; friendly teasing he could stand, but spiteful teasing and unnecessary stress caused to other horses he could not. "Some mares are wild spirits and no stallion can truly control them, or the mares simply like to disobey. You appear to be one of those sorts of mares, from my personal observations," replied Jirrand mildly. If she wanted to tease him, then he was going to tease her right back. However, despite the fact that the mare's animosity had abated, Jirrand found the conversation with her tiring - they certainly hadn't gotten off on the right foot and that had left an impression on him. He was wondering when the brown mare was going to resurface; so he could find out what had wearied her mind so. |
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Post by { Opal } on Apr 24, 2009 18:53:14 GMT
The sounds of muffled voices brought Tallerk across from the sleeping world, and the noises grew louder and clearer until Tallerk was forced to open her eyes. Having forgotten where she was, she blinked confusedly and looked around, only to have her gaze settle on the stallion's sharp white legs. As Tallerk looked up at his ghostly face, she remembered. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the mare she had met before, but she paid her no heed, and instead felt safer with the increased numbers. Shaking her head to clear it of grogginess, Tallerk realized that she felt markedly better. A barely audible nicker of happiness slipped from her throat, and though hunger stabbed at her belly, she felt plenty good enough for travel. But to where? Tallerk recalled why she had come here... to be captured by men. But suddenly the desperate thought seemed silly, and Tallerk again rejoiced at the clearness in her head. Perhaps all she needed was rest... maybe then she would forget. Tallerk's expression turned to a troubled worry, but she pushed the dark thoughts away. It was time to get up. And so the small brown mare heaved up, her limbs wobbling for a few moments and then growing still. Tallerk breathed in the cool air, and suddenly realized that it was growing dark. She restlessly paced along the ridge, paused, then looked back at the white stallion. A part of her wanted to stay with him, but then she cast the idea roughly aside. No-one wanted her to stay... she'd only bring more death, for sure. Looking a little dejected, but determined, Tallerk began to slip off into the growing shadows.
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Post by Ehetere on Apr 24, 2009 22:21:55 GMT
The little brown mare stirred at Jirrand's feet and got up rather groggily. He watched her with fascination as he paced around for several moments before finally looking up at him. He was about to ask her what had troubled and depressed her before, when she started to melt away into the shadows and the surrounding bush. "Wait!" cried Jirrand suddenly, confused as to why she was leaving. Then it crossed his mind that perhaps she had been too exhausted to see him properly before, and now she was leaving because of how he looked. But Jirrand shook his mane to clear this thought out of his head; he was determined to find out what had caused the mare so much distress. Jirrand hated seeing other horses in pain over their past; feeling some of the pain that he still felt, and he compassionately wanted to help and heal this mare of her sadness. He trotted up to her side, but then found that no words or questions about her previous distress came to his lips. So instead, he simply asked her, "What is your name, little mare?"
The light was fading away rapidly, and finally Jirrand's vision equalized so that he could properly look at the mare. Despite her malnourished physique, Jirrand could see that she must have once been beautiful. Maybe grief had sucked lots of the life out of her appearance.
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Post by yaruka on Apr 25, 2009 23:55:04 GMT
OOC: Ehetere, not to sound bossy or anything, but I think it might be better if we kept the posting order, so that everyone gets a chance to post before someone posts again. That way everyone gets their say and no one¡¦s posts get messed up- I¡¦m not trying to sound stuck up or whatever, it¡¦s just hard to keep track on everything you¡¦re replying too when you miss out on your turn. Hope that¡¦s ok, thanks ƒº
BIC: ¡§So what if I am,¡¨ retorted Imbrium, unbothered by his assessment and teasing. She could handle that just fine. And she was an independent spirit after all. No point in denying that. But something in the stallion¡¦s reply caught her attention, though he answered friendly enough she could tell by his tone that he was weary of her. She snorted thoughtfully, ¡§I bother you don¡¦t I?¡¨ she said matter- of-factly, tilting her dished head to the side. It wasn¡¦t a question. A rustling to her right alerted her to the brown mare¡¦s reawakening. Imbrium tensed slightly, barely perceptively tilting her ears back, she still hadn¡¦t quite forgotten the viciousness of that kick, and she was going to be on her guard at least initially. But the other mare did nothing but drift off towards the bush and Imbrium relaxed again. The cremello hurried after her and Imbrium rolled her eyes behind his back, so rude. Oh well, it was probably time for to go on her way anyways. Silently, she turned and disappeared into the scrub of brush opposite from the brown mare¡¦s route. She was gone before either of them would notice she had moved.
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Post by { Opal } on Apr 26, 2009 1:44:52 GMT
OOC: That's true, Yaruka. By the way, your post seems as if it's codes have been fouled up or something. I'm not sure. ƒº and ¡§ and stuff are popping up in places where commas and quotation marks are supposed to be.
A sharp cry disturbed Tallerk's thoughts, and she jerked around abruptly, ears flicking back and forth. Was that the stallion's cry she heard? Why in the world was he calling her? Seeing the white brumby coming toward her through the trees, Tallerk suddenly felt fearful. It was not his appearance and oddities that were bothersome, she was simply unused to being approached, and so assumed that the stallion was coming to do her harm. But Tallerk refused to bolt, and the remembrance of the brumby's sympathy calmed her. When the stallion came up to her side, she had grown relaxed, and listened quietly to his question. But as he finished speaking a powerful pang struck Tallerk's heart, and a huge wave of sadness washed over her. The air grew still with silence, and Tallerk's eyes grew glazed and distant. Finally she broke the silence, though her voice was barely a whisper. "Tallerk..." She practically choked it out. Tallerk felt sure that the stallion would abandon her now, though actually her name's meaning probably held no meaning to him. Nonetheless, Tallerk couldn't get it out of her head.
Thistle...
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