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Post by yaruka on Apr 27, 2009 19:41:57 GMT
As night fell on the HIgh Country two shadowy figures made their way down the creekbed. One was dark, with a lighter mane and tail, the other, a pale wraith save for the splash of dark between his ears. The two young bachelors were on their way to they knew what. The only thought they had in their mind was to get to lower country before the snow truly came as the grey clouds aboved them promised it would soon. The lighter colt was younger and more gangly, not quite as put together or impressive as the darker, older. though shorter, one. He was Garaweh, part arabian and younger half-brother to the unusual chestnut beside him. Tharra, named for the hawk, was equally as as fluid and in control as his namesake. He had allowed his half-brother along with him when he had left the herd to seek the life of a bachelor and was now becoming concerned with the lack of brumbies they had encountered. What had happened to this place? Ther birds had spoke of the High COuntry as teeming with life when he was back home in the soiuth, now the area was all but deserted. A foreign object lay in the path ahead of them and the older stallion approached it cautiously, Garawehn keeping a safe distance behind, his strange eyes full of concern. Tharra lowered his nose to the boot sniffing it and then recoling in horror. In spelt of nothing he had ever scented before, though he knew it could mean nothing good. Throwing his head up he gazed around anxiously. A sharp crack in the brush to his right made him jump though it was only a kangaroo passing by.
OOC. soo sloppy, but it will have to do for now I guess :/
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Post by KAREE on Apr 29, 2009 6:52:16 GMT
Taree's body shook from the chilling night, wishing briefly that he was back with his old herd, where the warmth of the many other bodies protected him from the cool fingers of wind. How other horses did it, Taree knew not. For a moment Taree stopped his hasty walk, letting the moon's light sparkle over his grullo coat. The long strands of black forelock where pushed out of his face as another cool breeze tickled him with its fingers. This time, instead of shaking, Taree tried to be strong and resist the movement that threatened to break out over his body. Clenching his teeth, the beautiful young stallion started to walk once again. From the tips of his ears to the tips of his toes, Taree was like a frozen icy pop. The movement from his legs ached, but slowly they thored out, giving Taree the idea of movement equalled warmth. He scowled at himself for not thinking of it before. He broke into a swift, collected trot. Moving silently over the silver blanket of snow. He was sweating lightly when he found himself trotting along Cascade's creek. He encountered new scents, two being very strong and distinct from the others. His ears pricked at that moment, feeling rather excited at the chance of meeting up with another brumby. Taree hadn't had the chance to socialize since he had left his herd. The feeling made Taree's movements lighten up and he felt himself awake from a dreamy state. A short whicker escaped his nostrils as he started to hear the faint shuffle of movement ahead of him. It didn't take him long to reach them, because by than Taree had broke into a canter, too excited to even think properly. When he reached the two bachelors, Taree caught one shying at a kangaroo escaping the entwine of trees. He halted infront of them, letting his breath settle into the steady rhythem of his heart again before greeting them with a silent nod in each direction. OOC|| Sorry it really sucks big time! My posts should get better as I go on though hopefully
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Post by stormsnow on Apr 29, 2009 21:35:36 GMT
Balendin felt nervous about being out this late; she definatly did not want to fall in the creek, as she knew, in this weather, she would be even colder all night, parhaps even die from it. It was lonely, and kind of creepy not having a herd, but then again, that might not last long. Shaking herself, the silver mare trotted along the bank, when suddenly she found herself practically face-to face with three stallions. She gave a startled whinny, hardly daring to move.
OOC: AHHGG!! TOO SHORT! And I'm wayy rusty. Sigh.
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Post by yaruka on Apr 29, 2009 23:10:16 GMT
OOC: It's totally fine guys, niether of your posts are bad thanks for replying by the way BIC: Suddenly from out of the murky twilight emerged a grulla stallion, breathless and cold looking. Garaweh lept backwards, startled, but Tharra simply looked with curiosity at the other horse, choosing to ignore the fact that he had just jumped out of his skin at the rustling of a kangaroo and hoping for his pride's sake that the other stallion hadn’t seen his earlier lapse in collection. The other stallion nodded to each of them and Tharra inclined his head in return. After a moment’s hesitation Garaweh did the same. “Greetings grulla stallion,” said Tharra “I am Tharra, named for the hawk, and this is my younger brother, Garaweh, so called for his pelt which recalls the feathers of the white cockatoos. My we enquire of you your own name?” Tharra wasn’t too worried about the stranger; he had no quarrel with them and should be no threat. After all, he and Garaweh didn’t have anything the stallion could want; they had no territory or mares for him to covet. Stallions didn’t just fight for the sake of it, or at least most of them didn’t. Perhaps this young stallion might even join their little bachelor band, the larger the better for the upcoming winter. Tharra had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed the silver mare’s approach. Garaweh had committed no such oversight. As she approached he stood trembling, ears pricked towards her and eyes wide. She was a filly of the snow…one that the birds sung of, surely a great-great-great granddaughter of the illusive Thowra…at least in colour. Garaweh knew all the legends of the bush, knew of and believed in them. This filly was like something out of his dreams and, mesmerized, he took a stunned step forward before coming to his senses and pulling up short. Finally the breeze carried the new mare’s scent to Tharra and, surprised, he turned to look at her. A low nicker escaped his throat in greeting, but before getting distracted he glanced back uneasily at the other stallion. No longer were there solely stallions in the clearing. The stakes had changed.
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Post by KAREE on Apr 30, 2009 6:45:30 GMT
Taree watched as the darker stallion watched his arrival, inclining his head in return to Taree's enqirey, for a moment Taree's eyes fell on the younger colt, he waited, watching the hesitation in his movements before he to lowered his head. Raising his head higher, Taree couldn't but help himself from feeling arrogant, but he didn't say anything that would discriminate him from the others, but he felt his dominate side show a bit when he started to speak, the words sounding confident as he spoke, "Greetings to you Tharra and Garaweh. I'll be Taree, named after the tomahawk." He inclined his head again, feeling the need to be polite, even though with every waking bone in his body he wanted the leadership, he wanted to prove to them that he was the alpha, nothing less. Just then a soft breeze swept over them, a brilliant new scent coming with it. Whipping his black head around, he caught sight of the most beautiful filly in the world. He could feel his body twitch, forgetting the other stallions, he turned around, softening his movements towards the frightened filly. He nickered back, just as softly. He took a step forward, but thought better of it, he backed up, showing that he wasn't about to go barging up to her. It was at that moment that Taree remembered that there where other stallions here, obviously as capturvated by her presence as he had been. She was definatley a beautiful prize to have in starting a herd, or so other stallions would have thought. His ears flickered backwards as he eyed the other two off. He called again to the filly, another neigh still soft, but with a bit of volume in it. "Greetings O' silver filly." His voice was less fierce as it had been with the others, it held a bit of serenity towards the filly. Obviously the others where thinking the same thing as him. OOC|| its ok.
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Post by stormsnow on Apr 30, 2009 20:56:05 GMT
Balendin felt a little more confident, and she whinnined, "Greetings, Taree." She scented the air with quivering nostrils. There were no signs that another stallion was there. She breathed an inward sigh of relief. She knew, for she had been taught, that she would be a prize for any stallion. For the past year, she had mostly stayed away from stallions and big herds, and in the snow, she blended in almost perfectly. Wintet was the time when silver brumbies could feel free; in summer and spring, of course, all horses were under threat from Man. Balendin nibbled at a few stalks of grass that were struggling to grow, and stood waiting, to see what would happen now.
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Post by yaruka on May 3, 2009 1:21:17 GMT
OOC: I'm confuzzled...what do you mean by "there were no signs that another stallon was there?" Garaweh and Tharra are here too-don't forget them!! BIC: The other stallion was forgetting himself. Tossing his head indignantly, Tharra took a step forward before nodding to the filly “And I am Tharra,” he said “A pleasure to meet you, O’ fine silver filly.” Garaweh stood behind him, uncertain and gangly as a young colt. Where did he fit in here? He was a mere colt, not worthy a competitor for the affections of the beautiful filly, though she was indeed the most glorious filly he had ever seen. This was really between Tharra and Taree he reasoned. But still, the filly looked nice; he would like to have gone over and introduced himself, set her at ease and conversed with another horse his own age. But he didn’t know how to do that without appearing to harass her. All Garaweh really wanted was friendship but the filly would not know that, nor would Tharra or the other stallion. Finally he gathered himself together enough to nicker a greeting to the fine filly, voice sounding young and immature next to the deep whickers of his half-brother and Tharra’s sudden rival.
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Post by KAREE on May 3, 2009 3:30:15 GMT
Taree beamed that the filly knew his name, maybe she had over heard him say it to the other two who had now become present in the background of noise. He turned his head so he could catch a glimpse of Tharra, the older stallion step forward. His eyes flickering to the younger colt, Garraweh as he nickered to the filly. Taree felt his ears go back in a warning glance, already feeling protective over the filly, even though she wasn't even his..yet.
He turned back to the beautiful filly, his eyes softening, he breathed in her scent; the sweet scent stinging his nostrils lightly. "What is it they call you silver filly?" He asked, flicking his long dark tail as he spoke, he was the closest to the filly and he would protect her and she would become part of the beginging of his future herd. All he needed to get around was Tharra and possibly Garraweh, which shouldn't be too hard.
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Post by stormsnow on May 4, 2009 20:46:20 GMT
OOC: Well, I meant apart from them and Tarree....
BIC: Balendin neighed, " Thank you, Tharra. It is a pleasure to meet you." She nodded in a friendly manner to Garaweh, then turned to Taree. Both stallions were young, strong, and handsome, she noted. The colt was kindly-looking, seemed a little uncertain. "My name's Balendin," she nickered, pleased that he had asked. She watched both stallions warily, in case they sprang at each other. Both were showing minor signs of aggression; the fight could break out at any time.
The filly remembered the first independent of her life: a year full of adventure. She had dodged stallions and colts that would have fought over her; in the winter, especially, she had enjoyed it. But now, she was a lot bigger, stronger, more knowledgeable, but was no better at fighting. She had tried it; but no stallion wanted to fight a filly, for they got hurt too easily, and besides, why fight a filly when you did not need to? So now it was time she accepted what and who she was.
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Post by yaruka on May 5, 2009 5:15:20 GMT
Tharra resented the grullo's dominant attitude, had they not all been on equal footing only moments ago? What made him so superior now? Snorting softly he listened to the silver' filly response. "It is a pleasure to meet you too," he nickered "And Balendin is a beautiful name-might I ask what it means?" He was making an effort to remain dignified and collected, igoring Taree's threatening posture completely.
Garaweh had become quite fidgety from the tension that now permeated the clearing. He did not like the way Tharra and Taree were eying each other, and the filly. Tossing his head uneasily he pawed the ground, tring to relieve some of the tension he felt in his own body. Balendin was indeed a beautiful name, he'd wanted to say so but Tharra had beat him to it. Where did that leave him? Where did this whole situation leave him? He didn't know, but he hoped a decision would be made before long, the anxiety in his own mind was getting unbearable.
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