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Post by KAREE on May 3, 2009 5:11:21 GMT
The light had gone, vanishing over the horizon. The darkness was comforting, the first stars where starting to scatter themselves over the sky. Jiemba, named for the star, grazed in a small hollow in the ground. He looked up, gazing at the stars. They where so beautiful, even if he'd seen them every day of his life, Jiemba couldn't get enough of their stunning beauty.
The dark stallion swallowed a few more mouthfuls of the sweet grass. His thoughts where far away, away with the shining lights high in the sky. He couldn't remember what it was like having a herd, when he was younger, when he was apart of one for the first few years of his life. Jiemba felt he needed the company of another horse, a few others. Even if there weren't many. He walked up the small slope, out of the hollow. When he was at the top he was greeted by a cool breeze. His muscles tingled as he remembered it was spring and that he would now be four years old. He was hitting his prime way too fast for his liking. He needed a herd, a mare, a friend. Someone to be there for him. He swerved a large rock that happened to be in his path, then continued on in a jog.
He reached a high point the the ground and knew that would be the spot he would make himself known to the world. His heart raced as he climbed the small ascent and his muscles quivered with excitment. What if it worked? Oh what would he do then? He reached the top of the hill quite quickerly, too quickerly. He paused to take a deep breath. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like it was the end of the world. There were plenty of other horses that did this sort of stuff. Apart from the tingle going down his long back, Jiemba felt much calmer than before. He reared, flailing his front legs out in the sparkling twilight, he called out a long, lonely call, when he landed on his hooves again, he went straight back up calling out again, this time his tone wasn't lonely, "I am Jiemba!" He called out, Thowra did this quite a bit in his younger days, so why not try it out? He landed on his hooves again, but didn't rise in the air for a third try. He was positive someone had heard him. His dark, unnatural coloured coat seemed like it was sparkling under the twilight. His chestnut legs squaring out for a long wait, his dark brown body rippling once more as he reared up for a last try, the feeling it had brang felt so good.
OOC|| His colour is unusal, to see it just go to his character joining post.
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Post by tingara on May 3, 2009 5:55:12 GMT
Light on her feet, dark in colour Aroona trotted lightly through the undergrowth. Her petite hooves barely made a sound nor left a track to be seen. The young filly didn’t know where she was going or why, she didn’t have a set goal in her wanderings. Even though she had been separated from her mother, father and herdmates the light blue-roan filly had felt no sense of urgency to find and rejoin them; she was having far too much fun on her own.
Winds from the east whispered through the trees, tossing and turning Aroona’s black mane as she walked. The night was clear and quiet, the moon and the shining stars lit her way not that she needed guidance. Here it was where she had grown up; this valley was her birthplace and her father’s home. She knew all the nooks and crannies of it and where the best grazing and the best hiding spots were. It was slightly unnerving to be in the place where she’d played and frolicked, a place that had been so full of life a few months ago which was now all but deserted. Aroona shivered at the familiar sights but pressed on. Memories hid behind every ghostly pale snowgum and under every rocky out-crop.
A ghostly cry spooked the young filly, thoughts of Yarraman’s ghost flooded her thoughts until she realised the cry had spoken its name. Jiemba... the name echoed throughout the valley and in Aroona’s mind. Who was this Jiemba? Curiosity thoroughly piqued, Aroona began to climb up a small hill. Jumping from rock to rock on neat little hooves she climber higher in an attempt to get a glimpse of this new horse. At last she reached the peak of the hill and could survey part of the surrounding area. As she searched for the horse –who in her mind was silver- she missed the dark shape of a stallion standing a little off to her left.
When Aroona did finally spot Jiemba she got the fright of her life. Terrified, she squealed and half-reared. “I... I didn’t see you there. Who... who... who are you? Are you the one called Jiemba who cries to the stars?” she stammered fearfully. Fear mixed with excitement coursed through her body at this strange stallion. His colouring was so odd that Aroona couldn’t help but stare, or was it just a trick of the moonlight? The filly edged closer trying to get a better look at him. He was incredibly tall but incredibly handsome she noticed as she looked up at him. Feelings stirred in her that she’d never felt before, a deeper longing she did not yet fully understand.
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Post by KAREE on May 3, 2009 6:57:19 GMT
Jiemba was shocked as a small horse went past him. He watched her go past him briefly before she jumped, making him jump also for the movement was so unexpected. His head went up in alarm for a moment, he blinked, feeling his heart race away from him. Then she spoke, seemingly shooken by their scare. “I... I didn’t see you there. Who... who... who are you? Are you the one called Jiemba who cries to the stars?” He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a moment, "U-umm.." He cleared his throat, he hadn't expected someone to come to him so fast. "Ah..Yes, yes I am Jiemba." He finally found his voice, he noticed her edge closer to him.
In the moonlight Jiemba could see her quite clearly under the soft moon. She was a pretty blue roan, and she was young. It was than he noticed her staring, her eyes looking at his dark coat. He shifted a chestnut hoof over the ground, and flicked his tail at his flanks. Feeling a little uncomfortable. He tried to distract her, "So, you already seem to know my name, what is it they call you?" He looked up at the stars as he spoke, loving their glittering beauty. His head flicked back down on the blue roan, curiosity clear in his deep brown eyes.
OOC|| Sorry its so short.
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Post by tingara on May 4, 2009 14:55:45 GMT
Aroona watched him with wide eyes, head cocked to one side. He was indeed the horse that had cried to the stars. The filly found herself feeling slightly disappointed that he had not turned out to be some exciting colour and then instantly felt ashamed for it. He was a fine stallion from what she could see, his coat was so dark and if he offered she would be overjoyed to run beside him. But Aroona was getting ahead of herself, thoughts of running with a stallion who she had just met were filly dreams, she was almost a mare, too old for such thoughts.
“How could I not know your name? It seems the entire valley now knows your name for it was you who told it to the world,” she said, edging closer as she spoke. “I am Aroona for the water, the daughter of the King,” the filly answered, holding her head high in pride. Still she edged closer to Jiemba, unsure of how to act but pushed by some deeper instinct. She reached his side and began to gently lip at stray strands of his mane. Her eyes met his for a moment and, with a snort, she gave him a soft nip and pranced off playfully. Aroona nodded her head up and down, tossing her mane and enticing him to join her in her merry game.
“For what have you come to the valley of my father?” she asked curiously, stopping for a moment and staring at Jiemba thoughtfully. The valley was not Tingara’s like Aroona said, it was simply his favoured territory and the last time a strange stallion had come he had fought with the filly’s father. The want of a fight was not what Aroona wanted to hear come from the lips if the stallion she was fast becoming infatuated with.
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Post by KAREE on May 5, 2009 8:26:54 GMT
Jiemba could feel the filly's eyes on him, watching him again. He tossed his head, his forelock falling away from his eyes so that he could get a better look at the fine blue roan infront of him. “How could I not know your name? It seems the entire valley now knows your name for it was you who told it to the world,” Laughter escaped his lips, of course it was a stupid question. "Of course." He gleamed, feeling better when she edged closer to him, she obviously felt comfortable around the big odd coloured chestnut. “I am Aroona for the water, the daughter of the King,” He glanced at her, quickerly hiding his shock at her being the daughter of the recent king, Tingara. Jiemba had never seen the mighty brute with his own eyes, but the ganga ganga's spoke much about him. "A loverly name for such a filly. And a daughter of the King? No wonder you are so beautiful." He felt her tug at the end stands of his chestnut mane. He watched her, feeling his cheeks burn when their eyes met for a brief moment. As though to hide the look, Aroona nipped at his muscled shoulder, before prancing away a few steps.
He tossed his head as she did, stepping closer, wanting the feeling of the filly next to him. He paused when she questioned him again. “For what have you come to the valley of my father?” He thought for a moment, a brief wind picking up the end strands of his mane, he glanced at her. "I did not know this was your father's valley." He commented, speaking slowly and cautiously, as though he would sound like an idiot if he went any faster. "I am just passing through really." He looked at her, he was about to ask her the same question, but soon realised it would be quite stupid of him. Instead he leapt down the hill, calling for her over his shoulder.
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Post by tingara on May 15, 2009 7:23:24 GMT
Aroona waited patiently for Jiemba to speak and was not disappointed when he did. The blue roan filly blushed as the great stallion called her beautiful. She had known her blood was noble but never did she think it made her beautiful. Binda, her mother, had called her beautiful but this time it was different. Coming from the mouth of a stallion it sounded strange, new and wonderful. The filly whickered in shy thanks and sidled back up to the chestnut, nibbling his withers and mane again.
She wished silently that she had not asked why Jiemba was here in the valley, it had been as stupid question to ask. “It is not really my father’s valley, just where he chooses to reside,” Aroona said hurriedly, looking down to the ground. Jiemba’s gentle voice filled her ears again and deeper did the blue roan filly blush. “If you’re passing through then Tingara will have no problems with you, especially if you are seen with one of his daughters by your side,” she whispered almost suggestively. Tingara would not harm Jiemba anyway but he didn’t know that. If the chestnut took her with him the black King would look upon Jiemba as another son.
As he leapt and called for her, Aroona followed. She whinnied joyously as she raced ahead of the oddly coloured chestnut stallion. For him she pranced and danced under the starlight, her black mane and tail flowing like water, her namesake. Eyes staring straight into his, the blue roan filly trotted back to Jiemba’s side. Gently she touched her muzzle against his. The feeling of his soft velvety muzzle sent shivers of excitement and almost fear up her spine.
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Post by KAREE on May 16, 2009 1:53:28 GMT
Jiemba smiled quielty to himself as her voice was absorbed into his open ears. "Well, that is good." He hesitated, a question bubbling in his head, but he left it there. It would not come out, atleast not until later. He watched the blue roan filly dance around him, she was indeed goregous, and Jiemba felt lucky to have found such a filly. He chased after her, squealing lightly, happiness making his heart flutter lightly.
He watched her silently for a moment, a smile peeling at the edges of his lips. The moonlight did her justice, making her coat shimmer lightly. As Aroona slowed her dance and came to him, Jiemba let out a soft, joyful nicker, touching her nose as with his own when she extended it. He moved a step closer, reaching his neck out past hers, he gently nuzzled the soft fur along her crest, down to her withers, before pulling back; seemingly embarrassed. He grinned sheepishly, not sure what to say or do next.
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Post by Ehetere on May 16, 2009 12:25:34 GMT
OOC; This may be an unwelcome visitor... Tell me if you want Jirrand and Tallerk out of here Karee! They are just watching the show...
… Jiemba…
Jirrand stepped silent and stealthy through the twilight; his silver hairs feeling every breath of wind and his ears picking up every sound. Behind him paced the dark shape of a mare; Tallerk, who he had won under the full moon in winter. Now it was spring, and he was truly a stallion, not just a young colt. Twilight was his light; his eyes could finally see in the same clarity, and oh it was a relief. He turned his head to look back at the lovely mare; whom he connected to on a different level than any other horse. They had known heart-break, pain and loss. And together, they were now finding happiness.
He rounded a ridge, overlooking a wide open valley, that he knew used to belong to the ancient King of the Cascade Brumbies; Yarraman. The light was barely there; less than half light, and in the darkness his red eye was truly coming into its element. Down below in that famous valley, there were two horses prancing around; a pretty blue roan filly and a heavy black stallion, whom sported the strangest colour. It wasn’t strange and mysterious like his own, nor something that stood out spectacularly, but it was more curious. Jirrand had never seen anything like it, and snorted quietly to call Tallerk to his side. He hung his neck low, over the edge of the little ridge he was standing on, and downwards, keeping tabs on the two horses.
He did not want to go down there and disturb them; despite the fact that he quite liked the look of the filly, for it looked as though the big stallion may already own her. He could tell that this stallion was larger and heavier than he, and did not particularly wish to fight him, at risk of losing Tallerk. She was too precious to lose, but all the same, that roan was truly lovely. Jirrand could not help but notice how the star’s pale light shone on her coat… or the stallion’s mane; which was highlighted further by Jirrand’s night vision. That stallion truly was the most curious colour. He ran his nose gently along Tallerk’s side, for both her benefit and his. He wanted to fight every horse who called him a freak, he wanted to own the high country and prove to all those that had jeered at his abnormalities that he was indeed a force to be reckoned with. But he was only a three year old, barely a stallion; so what was he to do? Really, he should be thanking his lucky stars that he had Tallerk; for she was a fine mare; wise and caring and beautiful. And yet he could not help but yearn for a larger herd, as every young stallion does, and that filly was such a temptation. Protect Tallerk… collect a herd… blue roan filly… strange coloured stallion… These thoughts whizzed around Jirrand’s brain faster than an eagle across the mountains; and he was fraught with indecision; his instincts conflicting. What was he to do? |
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Post by { Opal } on May 17, 2009 1:35:50 GMT
The air was cool and the night was fraught with haunting shadows. The stars glowed above in curious clusters, the moon throbbed with its own ghostly light. And Tallerk was amidst it all, safe alongside her mysterious white stallion. The night thrilled her; something about the pockets of darkness, combined with the gleam of celestial figures sent her blood pounding. Tallerk's steps were charged with energy, her gait a delighted prance, her eyes wild and enchanted. She had transformed completely, brought back from her blind stupor by a nightrunner.
As Jirrand threaded his way through the valley, Tallerk tagged along not far behind him, huffing as she took in breaths of the exhilarating air. She could not see well at all in the dark, but the moon was shining clearly tonight, and she had no trouble locating Jirrand with his gleaming pelt. At his beckoning snort Tallerk quickly came close, her ears pricking with curiosity. There was movement down below. It took a moment for Tallerk's eyes to focus, and when they did she caught sight of two figures, one of a stallion, another of a filly. It was then that Tallerk felt Jirrand's muzzle on her coat, and she shivered out of excitement. She could see that her stallion was struggling with something, and could guess quite easily what it was. Now for some reason, the idea thrilled Tallerk...
Seeing Jirrand's uncertainty, Tallerk huffed humorously and nipped at his mane. her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Go get her." Tallerk dared, then glanced momentarily at the strange-colored stallion. "Don't worry, he can never own me." she whispered with unwavering assurance.
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Post by tingara on May 18, 2009 12:04:44 GMT
Aroona danced and pranced for this stallion, wanting nothing more than for him to ask her with him. She wanted to be his, to run with him over the snow-capped mountains and to be protected and warmed by him through the harshness of the High Country. Her black tail flicked against her thighs as she stopped for a moment to stare at Jiemba, her large brown eyes looked at him softly. “Will you take me with you on your travels?” she asked quietly, nickering softly to him.
A soft breeze blew through the surrounding trees and amongst the eucalypt and wattle there was the scent of new horses. Aroona whipped her head around searching for any signs of the strangers. As she looked around wildly she caught a glimpse of something an ethereal shade of pale above her. The filly looked up and her eyes widened. It had to be a ghost, Thowra himself was watching her. Maybe he wanted to take her away to his secret valley. Fearfully she retreated to Jiemba’s side and pressed herself close to him. Although she regarded the ‘ghost’ with fear the blue roan filly couldn’t help but call to it out of curiosity.
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