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Post by Ehetere on Apr 21, 2009 9:11:12 GMT
OOC: Yeah we should probably skip forward...
Allirea woke to silence and a brilliant world of glowing white. The storm had blown its self sometime during the night; covering in ice and snow. Allirea blinked several times, remembering the day past, and quickly whipped her head around to find the pale grey stallion. In all of the excitement and the snow storm, Allirea had forgotten to ask his name, which was quite an over site on her part. Still he hadn't asked hers either.
She nimble got to her feet and shook the snow from her coat and mane, showering the grey stallion in the shimmering particles, and playfully asked him, "In all the mystery of the snow storm, it seems as though I have not yet learnt your name, O grey stallion, do you see it fit to share it with me?"
OOC: P.S - Sorry for the short post!!! |
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Post by Corowa on Apr 23, 2009 7:23:27 GMT
Boolee was standing half-awake, dreaming of ghostly white brumbies vanishing into snow, when the filly stirred at his feet. When she stood up, he was instantly wide-awake, his nostrils quivering with a soft nicker. Shaking the old stiffness from his muscles, he gently touched her with his nose, and gave her a playful nudge. Around the two brumbies, the branches of the snowgums bowed with snow, and this same snow clung to their forelocks and matted their eyelashes. Then the filly was there beside him, and he turned curiously towards her.
“I am Boolee, named for the whirlwind,” he said proudly, arching his neck so his mane rippled like silver. “And for what were you named, swiftest and most cunning of fillies?” he asked, gently mocking, ears pricked forwards in interest. Boolee had not run with another mare for a long time, and her thrilling presence stirred memories half-forgotten. How proud he would step with this glorious filly by his side, further southwards, down into the steep mountain ash forests and hidden gullies of the Brolga’s Country. For although there were many a grey filly in the Brolga’s Country, none were so splendid as this nimble dancing filly who followed him so willingly.
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Post by Ehetere on Apr 23, 2009 9:45:37 GMT
Allirea stopped her rhythmic prancing and stood stock still, poised with one neat hoof raised off the snow-covered ground. "I am Allirea named for how my coat shimmers like Quartz in the sunlight or gleams like crystal in the moon." And then she was off again, dancing and prancing in the bright white morning. In the windy, stormy night she had dreampt of herself and the pale grey stallion, Boolee, stepping side by side; equals, gleaming silver manes and tails flowing free, through the high country. It was this vision that had made up Allirea's mind to follow this stallion.
"So, is it to the Brolga's country now?" asked Allirea, returning to the Boolee's side and nudging him to prompt him for a response. Allirea gazed south, where miles and miles of snow-dusted country lay, just waiting to be explored. Allirea pawed anxiously in the snow, the anticipation and promise of greater things to come surging through her blood. |
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Post by Corowa on Apr 24, 2009 11:38:12 GMT
Allirea danced gaily through the snowgums, glistening silver-white in the snow, and Boolee stood transfixed by the beautiful filly. Around them, the bush was silent, and he called her away gently, worried his were not the only eyes to have seen the splendid dancing filly. Allirea, the wind seemed to murmur, playing through the leaves of the snowgums, speaking of this pale grey filly, who possessed all the queer beauty of the moon.
Boolee turned to nuzzle the filly at his side, gently nipping one ear. When the wild weird cries of the gang gangs broke the eerie hush, he shivered, filled with sudden dread. “Yes, it is to the south we will go young one,” he said softly, for there seemed nothing but sorrow here. And whirling about, the stallion leapt into a swift gallop, his neigh echoing round and round the narrow gully as he called to her.
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