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Post by yaruka on May 16, 2009 20:53:03 GMT
“Simpering fools! Neither of you are worth mine nor my daughter’s attention. If you really want to impress, have at each other! Spill blood! Only a real stallion deserves to even speak to us.” . Yeah, this mare definately wasn't worth fighting for. Baree pinned his ears in surprise at her hostility, glancing towards her filly with a pitying look in his eyes. Had the pretty bay inherited her mother's foul temper? He thought not, and would have liked to have asked the little bay to come with them, if only to save her from her mother's savage attitude. But clearly the chestnut stallion was not going to allow that, and Baree was no where near experienced or strong enough to hope to win in a fight for her. Besides, Biangri was the one who was really interested in the little filly, and there was no way that Baree was going to let his two year old adopted brother take on a stallion in his prime. The rose grey whinnied to the black colt, his voice ringing with authority for the moment. With last look at the bay, Biangri turned reluctantly and followed Baree to the other side of the valley. Turning to look over his shoulder, he called to the little bay, promisng her that someday, when he was stronger and more experienced, he would search, and fight, for her. After a moment's pause Yarran followed the other two, Baree's command had not been for him, but he did not wish to leave the relative security of the bachelor band for now. He walked away proudly, chestnut tail held aloft and ears pricked, for this was not a defeat and wished the chestnut stallion to realize this. Someday Yarran would do his sire proud, but today was not the day. For fighting this stallion would be foolish and reckless.
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Post by Tiggs on May 17, 2009 10:39:15 GMT
Fira looked highly disappointed. The stallion managed to chase off the colts, though intriguingly, the grey walked away proudly. The little black colt called to Alinta, and Fira snorted angrily. No, the little Prince would not come back for Alinta. Only a King would be good enough for her daughter.
Turning on the chestnut stallion, Fira lashed her tail and stepped up to him. “Just because you can scare away three little colts does not make you a worthy stallion.” She nipped his shoulder though not quite as hard as she might have. “Keep away from my daughter. Do not even look at her. She is not for you. I do however something resembling a stallion to keep the other colts away. If you can keep my daughter safe, you may have me until a better stallion beats you or another takes the title of King of the High Country.” She sniffed haughtily. The stallion was a few steps down from her usual calibre, but he would do for now.
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Post by Ehetere on May 17, 2009 11:36:15 GMT
Nepelle snorted angrily. What was she insinuating? He was of equal worth of any stallion in the high country! He even had the King’s blessing and daughter. Not that she knew that of course. Yet. “I can assure you that I am a good a stallion as any to take care of such a mare as you and your daughter. I intend to make sure that there is no other stallion greater than I in the entire high country; so there will be none who steal you from me,” replied Nepelle haughtily, thinking absently that none would want to either. The fiery, opinionated chestnut mare with the sharp hooves and teeth, may have been a handful, but Nepelle appreciated her looks, and hoped that soon she would come to see reason. If she didn’t want to, he supposed to could go and pay Tingara a visit, and even give him a little ‘gift’ to show his appreciation for his daughter.
Nepelle led off down the valley, his head held high, calling his victory to the sky. That mare had better follow him or else… well he actually wasn’t sure if he would be overly disappointed if she did refuse. She was a prize, but did costs of keeping her outweigh the rewards? Nepelle threw a commanding call over his shoulders, telling that fiery mare to follow. He was going to see this through; else his efforts would have been wasted when he could have better spent his time frolicking with Kurrin. Speaking of Kurrin, he let out a high ringing neigh that he reserved especially for her, telling her that he was coming back. He wondered what she would think of this mare? Would she disapprove of the mare’s nippiness? Perhaps they had met before; although Nepelle doubted it. How could sweet natured Kurrin possibly have been able to cope with this mares hostility? Now more concerned; he hurried along a little faster, needing to reach Kurrin all of a sudden. He knew that if she didn’t want this mare and her filly with them that he would make them leave in an instant. |
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Post by Tiggs on May 17, 2009 19:06:44 GMT
Fira huffed and tossed her head. “You just worry about keeping the flies off. I can take care of my daughter.” She replied snappily. Had ambition, did he? Well that counted for something at least. He moved off, and Fira busied herself fussing over Alinta before she resigned herself to following. “Do not worry, my princess, these arrangements are only temporary.” She said, not caring if the stallion overheard. “The chestnut dolt is only good enough until he has served his purpose.” She nuzzled her quiet filly, and led her after the stallion.
Kurrin shuffled impatiently up on the hill, resisting the urge to call back to Nepelle. She was almost dancing on the spot by the time he returned and she squealed in pleasure and bolted over to him. She nuzzled every bit of him she could reach until her attention was distracted by the chestnut mare. She recognised the mature mare and shrunk behind Nepelle. Fira had an infamous temper, and Kurrin had discovered that keeping out of her way was the best strategy.
Fira pushed through the trees, arrogantly surveying the situation. She noticed the uniquely-marked fill and huffed. “My my, collecting royalty are we? I’ll have you know my daughter is also a princess, though our royal blood extends much further than one lucky black smudge to earn the King’s title.” She huffed, eyeing Kurrin with contempt. “I am Fira. You needn’t know the name of my daughter as she is not your concern.”
The chestnut mare glanced around the clearing, flicking a disdainful ear. “Well then, where will you take us, O great stallion?” She asked sardonically. “The grazing is good on the Brindle at this time – we should go there.” She said, making it clear that she did not need the stallion for his direction, only as a deterrent for other useless males.
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Post by Ehetere on May 18, 2009 6:57:29 GMT
Nepelle nickered in happiness as Kurrin sprang towards him. Her soft nose brushed over his coat, and he left out a relieved sigh. Just for a second he forgot the bad tempered chestnut and her daughter behind him. Only for a second though. Nepelle tried to tune her out so as better to appreciate Kurrin’s presence, but she too shrunk back from the mare; that seemed to insist being heard with her overly loud voice. She was saying something about royalty, and that caused Nepelle to listen a little more sharply. Perhaps Kurrin did indeed have past experience with the chestnut after all. “I am Fira. You needn’t know the name of my daughter as she is not your concern,” huffed the mare, finally telling him her name. Nepelle thought that she seemed like a very good over protective mother, at least.
“And I am Nepelle; the Ruler of the Sky. This is Kurrin, though I get the distinct impression that the two of you have already met,”[/b[ replied Nepelle, having long ago decided that respectfulness was most likely to win over the difficult chestnut. “Well then, where will you take us, O great stallion? The grazing is good on the Brindle at this time – we should go there,” said Fira in a rather scornful manner. “Perhaps,” murmured Nepelle, “We will. But I wish to go in a round about manner.” He then turned to Kurrin and snuffled apologetically in her mane. “I am sorry I have brought her upon you; just say the word and I will have her away from us sooner than you can blink. No other mare is worth sacrificing your happiness,” he whispered into her ear, and then he gently rubbed his cheek against hers. He knew that Kurrin would always come first, and if she asked if she could be the only mare in his herd, he knew that he could do nothing but comply with her wishes. He would do everything in his power for her. And so calling gently to both Kurrin and Fira, he set off; not necessarily in the direction of the Bull, but northwards all the same. He loved to wander and discover new places, and now with two mares in his herd, he was starting to feel like a real stallion.
OOC: Annnd off to the Crackenback Tiggs; Nepelle is Corowa filly hunting  |
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Post by Tiggs on May 18, 2009 8:40:23 GMT
The chestnut mare huffed. ‘Ruler of the Sky’, indeed. She would be the judge of that. She did not like the way he was paying more attention to the despicable little filly over her. She was the mature mare here, she was the one he should be impressing. Her ears stayed back in their normal manner, but her posture took on a more jealous set. He would do well to listen to her, she was not only older but wiser than him, and if he played it right, she would let him take advantage of that.
Kurrin snuggled thankfully into Nepelle’s side, nuzzling him. She was grateful for the offer to leave Fira, but Kurrin was too polite to voice her opinions. She trusted Nepelle. If he thought he could handle the temperamental mare, then she was not going to question him. She chanced a glance at the older mare’s yearling daughter, though Fira stepped into her line of sight quickly. Kurrin decided it was best to do as Fira wanted – she had been the same way with Kimba as well. She wondered where the older filly was now; she has disappeared when Kurrin was just a yearling. Deciding not to worry herself, she tried her best to ignore Fira was Nepelle led them all away from the valley and Northward into the High Country.
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