Twilight - the perfect hours OPEN

[Ehetere]

"I am Jirrand, the Feared, and the lovely mare at my side is Tallerk,” answered Jirrand mysteriously, rather enjoying playing up his role as some sort of ghost horse, “Though, only Feared by stallions, it would appear. What are the names that you carry also?” Jirrand could not help but the note that the filly was staring at him with wonder in her eyes; and something about this made Jirrand wary. “Nightrunner” whispered the blue roan filly, and Jirrand instantly tensed, preparing to defend himself. But it seemed that this filly was bolder and more open minded than most, and Jirrand watched curiously as the filly stepped closer and closer while peering at him with wide, bright eyes. He held his breath, thinking perhaps that she would simply choose him over the peculiar one; thinking that she had made a mistake in her choosing. But no; she simply stepped back to the other stallion’s side, and Jirrand could not help but be disappointed. If she had no wish to come with him; then there was no point in fighting for her.

Jirrand herd a twig snap and whipped his head around at the same time Tallerk did. The blue roan filly squealed in surprise, but his attention was now focussed on where the noise had come from. His eyes penetrated the darkness to find another interestingly coloured filly. Her sandy palomino coat was much darker than his own, and she had flashy white markings all over her body. Pretty mares were abounding tonight; it seemed.

Tallerk called out to the mare; inviting her to come and show her pretty hide, and the blue roan added her own persuasion. Jirrand tossed his mane and pranced a little; before adding his own deep call, “You have nothing to fear; I will ensure that no harm befalls you on this dark night, if you wish. It is unsafe for any horse to wander around in the dark-hours, especially one as lovely as you.” perhaps he would take her with him, if she wanted to come of course. He decided that the lovely blue roan was a lost cause for the moment at least. But he would remember her, and perhaps some day come seeking her.

[yaruka]

Kalari was petrified. How could she have been so clumsy? Eyes rolling in terror she looked behind her at the strange gathering of horses, who, of course, were all staring right at her. She was hardly unnoticeable, her cream and white coat glowing surrealy in the light of the moon. A dark mare nickered to her, stepping forward. Kalari tensed but as the mare's gentle whisper met her ears she flickered them, listening, contemplating her choices. Running would certainly be foolish, though she could likely outrun the heavier set stallions she would probably run herself into more trouble if she fled through the night. And none of them seemed too threatening at the moment. Tightly, she turned her head, wide eyes gazing beseeching at the dark mare. She seemed kind....The sandy pinto jumped as the blue roan filly's much bolder call met her ears. Skin creeping, she finally emerged from her awkwardly frozen position in the brush, feeling as though she were spotlighted under the bright light of the moon and the other's curious stares.

“You have nothing to fear; I will ensure that no harm befalls you on this dark night, if you wish. It is unsafe for any horse to wander around in the dark-hours, especially one as lovely as you.” came the cremello's deep voice and Kalari could not help herself, she trembled harder. But she did not pause in her delicate advance, eyes flickering from side to side, trying to watch all of the strangers at once. Finally, coming within a few feet of the others and standing closest to the darkest mare, Kalari stopped, fine head thrown up. Gently she nickered, a soft and nervous noise to break the heaviness of the night.

[{ Opal }]

Tallerk's ears swiveled around to catch Jirrand's voice. "I am Jirrand, the feared, and the lovely mare at my side is Tallerk." The stallion continued to speak, but that first sentence was what caught Tallerk's attention, and she warmed with pride. But the brown mare's awareness was soon brought back to the pinto mare, who was trembling with fear. Concerned, Tallerk did her best to look welcoming, and stood quietly as the mare sidled closer. Her pricked ears caught the brumby's soft and high-strung nicker, which seemed unnaturally loud in the eerie silence. But Tallerk made sure to reply, and a suppressed whicker split the air, hesitant but undeniably amiable. Intending to comfort the mare, she again stepped closer, now feeling slightly protective. The poor thing was getting stared at, and must feel very exposed before such a crowd.
Meanwhile, Tallerk was becoming aware of the fact that the roan filly showed no intentions of joining her and Jirrand. It was a pity; if they had gotten here earlier, they might have had better luck. But Tallerk respected the filly's decision, regardless of the possibilities, and silently wished her farewell.

OOC: Sorry it's so short. Kinda ran out of muse. x(

[tingara]

Next to Jiemba Aroona stood stock still, her eyes on Jirrand. She had never seen a stallion who’s coat seemed to shine in the dark. He was an ethereal beauty but she had made her choice. Jiemba would be her stallion until she was forced to leave him if ever he was defeated or no longer wanted her. ”I am Aroona, daughter of Tingara and Binda,” she answered respectfully and proudly. She couldn’t help but mention her lineage; it was something she felt worth showing off. She was a princess after all and Jirrand better be impressed by that because as far as she was concerned, next to him that was all she had going for her.

Aroona nodded in greeting to the mare beside Jirrand called Tallerk. She was pretty but too quiet. It seemed there was another mare about, this was all getting overwhelming. The blue roan filly nipped Jiemba gently on the shoulder. ”Come, let us take our leave of this place and these other horses,” she said softly. Aroona wanted to be alone with her newly acquired stallion to get to know him better and there were simply too many other horses around to achieve that. ”It was an honour to meet someone as handsome as you Jirrand,” the blue roan filly gave one last bob of her head to the nightrunner before turning and heading to the mouth of the valley, expecting Jiemba to follow.