The Captured

[Tiggs]

OOC: Again, apologies for the delay. This thread stearts at the end of the Brumby Run. Those horses that were captured are in a few pens constructed a little way from the hut. One of these pens will be broken in a storm and the horses in there will escape back into the High Country. I know the Brumby Run thead isn't finished, but I thought I'd get this one up so you can play in here before we run way out of scedule.

So, currently it is the beginning of autumn, not yet the breeding season! Have fun guys. Tame horses that live at the hut are welcome to join in but they are likely tethered outside of the pens.

[{ Opal }]

OOC: ESCAPEE PEN

Trapped. Fire burned through Kurra's being, and the temper that got him his name surged up with every breath. Yet the stallion was not kicking, screaming, running, instead he was standing rigid with poison in his eyes. His knees were bleeding, and a long, bloody scrape ran from his neck to his chest. Not the marks of the horrible drive, but of battle with another stallion. And Kurra had lost. But somehow all the losses he had suffered, all the battering his pride had taken, made him grow stronger, deadlier. No longer would Kurra be the thoughtless and wild being he was before; oh no, he had promised himself to instead be stronger and more clever. And someday, someday he would take his revenge. Revenge on horse and man.
Kurra's dark eyes glanced about at the walls around him, and his nostrils flared at the reek of man. Though he wanted to wreck havoc, to break through the tall fences, to kill the things that put him here, he restrained himself. He had to wait for the right moment. So Kurra seethed in silence, his muscles tense, though never moving, not even to glance at the other trapped beings around him. He could care less about them. He had to save himself.

OOC: SECURE PEN

Darel stared out through the bars of his prison, out at the wild land. If only he could be there, and not here... A simple thought, but it sure meant the world. Darel shook his head, turning away from the beautiful sight, as it made his stomach churn with despair. He couldn't get free, nor could he see dear Kimba again. Never. Darel's head hung as he stood, tired in body and mind, the recent events floating through his head. That horrible seizure... he shivered at the very thought of it. He desperately hoped he would never have to suffer like that again, though Darel grimly supposed that it would probably happen someday. And the next time it might take his life. Letting out a sighing breath, Darel tried to turn his thoughts away from such nasty things. Though it was certainly hard to be optimistic in such a place as this, surrounded by barriers on every side, ears full of the cries of the cries of the captured. I wonder what will happen now? Darel wondered briefly, as he glanced around the dirty enclosure, his gaze lingering on the horrified and depressed expressions of his comrades. And what would happen to them? Only time would tell, he supposed.

[Tex]

OOC: Captured and Staying Pen
A steely grey stallion was standing tensely at the edge of all of the other horses, his ears back and snapping his teeth at anyone who got too close. The running from the hunt and being forced into this tiny little cell had put him in a very bad mood, and he mostly took it out on the fence, cribbing until his mouth was sore. He gnawed on the wood like no tomorrow, and eventually managed to take out quite a large piece before he gave up and drooped his head. He wished that Towera had gotten away at least; it would have given him some hope.

Coorah was almost business-like in the way that she was bossing the other mares in her pen around, making their foals stay away from hers, and irritating the poor mothers out of their wits. Coorah didn't have anything else that she could do, apart from eat, and she didn't want to get fat and lazy from tame horse food. So, instead he rounded up the foals and sent them willy-nilly, while her chestnut colt watched with fascination.

Aru was quite calm, for a newly captured wild horse. She was resting with one hoof at a tilt, her eyes half-closed. She swished her tail about to flick off the flies, and solemnly thanked whoever might be listening inside her head that she had a tail. The bay mare had already accepted her fate, and didn't really mind what would happen next. If she had a chance to get away, she'd take it, obviously, but for now, she was gonna have a snooze.

OOC: Escapees Pen

A wild white colt, only two years old, moved about in the pen he was in restlessly, flicking his crimson mane out of his eyes and avoiding the bigger, meaner-looking horses. Ru-Shiro had been caught a fair while back, but for some reason the men had put him in with these other wild horses, and he was desperate to talk to someone who understood his need to get away. Ru sniffed at the air, and noticed a bay stallion who was off by himself, tense and his eyes blazing. The white and red colt flicked his ears to the side, and strode to be at a respectful distance.
"Greetings, bay stallion. My name is Ru-Shiro. I was caught a little while before the rest of you."

[danni]

((This is the OOC: SECURE place )

Towera was pushed up against the end of the pen, the wooden bars digging into her multicoloured pelt, flinging her head around her brown eyes alerted and full of fear, she would of moved but the animals here were stampeding there own way around, she felt to tired, her hoofs burning from the run. Where was Coorain, had he gotten away? She shook her head and went backwards lifting her feet of the ground as another horse tried to escape running into the fence. Towera wanted to lay down but this place was one of the worst places she could be. She watched the other horses jump and try to escape, she knew she couldn't she couldn't ask herself to do it, she feel her legs, unless they were giving her sharp pains up her legs.

[{ Opal }]

Kurra's ears twitched as they caught the sound of approaching hoofbeats; the horse was apparently young, but he didn't care to look and find out. The brumby would probably just pass by anyhow, and he hoped that that would be the case. The sounds did cease a good distance away, but Kurra got the feeling that he was being looked at. After a moment Kurra jerked his head angrily in the brumby's direction, his teeth bared. As a young stallion came into his line of vision, Kurra gave a rough snort, showing his unhappiness at being interrupted from his dark brooding. But nonetheless the thing began to speak, and Kurra unwillingly listened. "Greetings, bay stallion. My name is Ru-Shiro. I was caught a little while before the rest of you." Kurra stamped his hoof. Was that all this brumby had to say? "So what?" was the not-to-gentle response. Kurra turned his head away, looking disinterested, although secretly Kurra was curious as to why this brumby had come to him. Was he asking for help? From him? Kurra couldn't help but be pleased at the thought.

[yaruka]

OOC: Captured Pen
BIC:
Amongst the milling horses stood a young colt, head raised and ears flickering restlessly. He wasn’t really concerned by his situation; at least he had company now. This, whatever it was, had to be better than being all alone. He noticed a sad looking chestnut stallion some ways to his right and tilted his head, gazing curiously at the other horse. He wanted to go over and introduce himself but he didn’t quite know how. He had been alone for too long. Sure he’d approached Cas but that had been different, Cas hadn’t been staring through the bars looking as though he wished her were anyplace but where he was standing. Puzzled by the chestnut’s brooding, Wahn inched closer, keeping his bright eyes focused on the other horse’s face. He stopped about a foot away and just stood there, looking around him. He was starting to get bored. He stretched his neck forward to nose the wooden rails, the rough wood grazing against his soft muzzle. He began to knaw inquisitively on the wood, little tail swishing in satisfaction. Wahn always had to put almost everything in his mouth. He had been weaned early when he was separated form his dam and as such he had never really gotten over the suckling phase. Continuing to mouth the wooden board Wahn stood there, probably the least bothered of all the horses in the pens.

OOC: Escapees Pen

BIC:

Irawaddy stood off to the side of the pen head lowered sadly. She had given up pacing and looking for ways to escape. There were none. She had taken great comfort in the fact that she hadn’t seen Amarina in any of the pens. Or Omaroo for that matter. For though her daughter had since left her she had never fully forgotten the outgoing black filly. For that she was extremely grateful. She, Irawaddy, would just have to bear her imprisonment quietly, do the best she could with what she had been given. She watched the other horses out of the corner of her eyes, pitying the ones who desperately called for their loved ones or continued to look for ways out of here. She had rushed to find Nandalie when they had arrived, pressing her bay nose through the bars of the fence to seek his own soft muzzle. He was in the pen next to her but the crush of horses on both sides made it hard to keep close to him. Still, he kept one ear trained on her red roan mate. It was a shame that Coorah was in another pen altogether.


Wyuna was mad. No, that was an understatement. Wyuna was pissed. Angrily she paced around her prison, tail twitching irritably and snapping at anyone who foolishly came too close. Irawaddy’s calm bothered her, how dare the bay mare be so resigned to their fate? How dare she just give up like that?? Wyuna had never had an ounce of the taller mare’s calm. A bay yearling that sighed as she walked past got a vicious snap of the teeth by his hindquarters and quickly moved away. Wyuna’s anger was palatable, and no one wanted to mess with her. She was mad at Nandalie, mad at the men, and most of all mad at herself. She had sworn she’d never be touched by man’s rough hands again and now here she was. Seething he made another promise to herself. If the men were going to keep her captive then they were going to pay for it. Dearly. They were going to wish they had never thought of rounding up the pony mare called Wyuna.

[Tex]

Ru flicked his ears back at the other horse's response, stamping a hoof and staring straight at him. It was commonly acknowledged that everyone in the bush, including Kangaroos, Kookaburras, and every other animal that lived out there, spoke to each other with courtesy, no matter how angry or upset they were. He had spoken first, introducing himself, and this stranger had rudely asked why his plight was important. What was wrong with him? It wasn't that bad; he had been here long enough to find that out for himself. Oh yes, he hated it, but at least the Men didn't torture him or something untoward like that.
So the white and red colt was pissed off at the bay, and flicked his head up, baring his teeth as he spoke. "Fine. If you want to escape by yourself, be my guest." Still a bit angry, he wandered through the crowd of strange horses, sniffing here and there. He accidentally bumped into a mare with her nose through the bares, trying to keep contact with another horse. He watched with curiosity, and side-stepped to be next to her, so he could see who it was. It was a strange stallion, and he whinnied respectfully to him. At least he could follow the 'rules' of the bush.

[Ehetere]

OOC: Hope this is ok. But since I wasn't here for the brumby run, I wanted to get some of the action...

Illoura trotted silently through the trees, weaving between gnarled trunks and thrashing branches. It was windy in the gap; just the way that Illoura liked it, but this wind immediately dropped off as soon as she dipped below the ridge and neared Dead Horse Hut. The strong scent of sweat fear suddenly washed over Illoura, causing her to shy violently and nearly turn and run, but her curiosity urged her on through the trees to the edge of the gums, where she could see trapped brumbies milling around in high fenced yards, kicking up dust; their terror almost visible in the air. Illoura had been hiding in some of the mysterious high valleys, and had not even known that there had been a brumby run, but all of this sent a shiver running down her spine; the thought of being captured chilled her to the bone.

Presently, Illoura could see no sign of human activity around the yards, but she was sure they were there, but she was also sure that they would not be watching the holding yards specifically, and all of the noise the brumbies were making would hide any fuss they made if she suddenly appeared out of the trees. However, she thought, seeing a silver filly just standing there beside the pens would certainly cause a stir. But Illoura snorted, casting that idea aside - if the men did sight her, she would be away in a flash, leaving them no track to follow and would disappear into one of her favorite hiding places.

Casting one last glance around, Illoura stepped delicately out of the line of trees, arching her neck and letter her tail flow freely in the breeze. She did not recognize any of the brumbies caught in either of the pens, but perhaps she could glean a little information from them all the same. She stopped at the nearest of the fenced yards and stuck her pretty head through one of the railings to hopefully attract one of the brumbys' attention.

[Tex]

One of the horses in the pens flicked her ears up at the strange filly, who was... not inside one of the pens! Quick as a flash, Coorah appeared at the side of her pen, using her own dark pelt to hide as much of the wild filly's silver coat as possible. Her chestnut colt, who was about 1 by now, got the idea and used his smaller body to hide her legs. Coorah nibbled on his ears for a while before turning on the beautiful silver filly.
"Wild mare! What are you doing here?! Do you not know of the dangers of being this close to man, let alone with a pelt like yours?" she asked furiously, not actually angry but acting like a mother hen towards this strange guest of the wild this mare had been cruelly forced from.

[{ Opal }]

Darel got the feeling that he was being watched, and so looked about in confusion, wondering all the while if he was just imagining it. He soon found a colt at his side, who seemed to have lost interest in him and was beginning to chew on the wooden rails. Though usually Darel could feel nervous with a stranger, for some reason this lively colt made him feel better. Doing his best to drain the look of worry from his face, Darel turned to face the colt, then suddenly realized that he himself didn't quite know how to approach. So Darel stood there for a moment, one hoof raised uncertainly, his tail swishing. Finally Darel settled on something, and placed his moved hoof onto the dirt again. "Hello, young colt." Darel's voice was calm and and light, which surprised him, though his ears were still twitching and showed his unease. Darel self-consciously tried to still them.

Kurra snorted, turning away from the stupid colt. If he was so easily angered, Kurra didn't want to have anything to do with him anyway. He had more serious things to do other than to converse with a tempered youngeling. So with that Kurra resumed his dare stare into the wild, though he was growing impatient. What did these humans want to do with them anyway? Surely they weren't going to be a mere pleasing sight? Kurra stamped a hoof with force, sending vibrations through the dusty soil. All of the screaming and pounding and brushing bodies were aggravating, and Kurra was getting annoyed. Well when those men do come, they can sure try their luck with me... Kurra wasn't joking.