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Post by kiah on Mar 19, 2011 20:08:27 GMT -5
Sunlight glinted off of the rain-slick ground around Mitchell Falls, mud shining in the sun that hadn't yet managed to dry it out. The day was still young, but the temperature was climbing higher with every minute. Already it was very warm. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue. All expect for the southern horizon, where grey storm clouds huddled together and had melted into one huge mass of swirling, condensed water-vapor. The storm stayed in the south, though, and for now the weather was clear. It had been raining more and more lately, and today was the first nice day the land had seen in a short while. All sorts of animals were out enjoying the morning; small mice scurried in the grasses, hawks drifting on the warm air above them as they waited for an opportunity to strike.
Suddenly, a pair of horses emerged from a small stand of trees, both mares. One was a dark bay, almost purple in the sunlight. The other was very pale, with a pink muzzle and and orange-red tint to her mane and tail. The bay strode forward confidently with her head up, tail fanning behind her. Her steps were strong and she moved as if she owned the place. The pale horse was more careful, moving slower and with her head a little bit lower than than the bay's, and she glanced around her as if looking for others. When the pale horse paused at the sound of a twig breaking nearby, the bay horse ignored it and strode on, toward the waterfall.
"Kiah! Wait, don't leave me," the pale horse suddenly called to the bay, Kiah. She leaped forward as Kiah stopped. "Hurry Tarra, I don't want to waste the whole day waiting on you."
[/color] Tarra caught up then, and Kiah smiled at her sister. "I've heard this place is beautiful,"[/color] Kiah said, looking back at the falls. Right now, the water was running a muddy brown color, probably because of all the rain. "Do we really have to go up? I don't think I can..."[/color] Tarra glanced up at the waterfall, her ears tilting backward. She looked back at Kiah, eyes pleading. Kiah snorted and rolled her eyes. "Fine then. You can wait here, in the trees if you want. I just want to see it, and then I'll be back, okay?"[/color] A smile broke over Tarra's muzzle and she nodded, turning and trotting back the way the pair had came. Kiah shook her head slightly at her sisters antics, then faced the waterfalls again. Pricking her ears, she started forward. Her long legs reached out, dark hooves digging into the mud. She was extremely sure-footed, Kiah was. A few times she slipped on the mud, but she always caught herself before she fell and managed to continue on. It had been raining for a few days strait, and the sun hadn't managed to dry out the ground yet. Soon, Kiah's fetlocks were covered in a layer of mud, splattered dark spots on the one white stocking on her left hind leg. She didn't mind. Head up, her mane waving in the wind created by the falls, Kiah was on a mission. By the time she got to the point she had been aiming for, Kiah's coat was shining with a thin layer of sweat. Every muscle was outlined, her coat seemingly a dark purple now, legs pitch black except for that one bright white sock. Kiah had wanted to climb up to the second pool, but because Tarra hadn't come with her, she was content with the first. She didn't want to wander too far from her sister, in case she needed help. Snorting softly, Kiah lowered her head and sipped from the pool. The water was muddy, yes, but Kiah didn't mind. It was cold and felt good after the climb. A few seconds later she lifted her head again, the water dripping from her dark, velvety lips. The droplets caught the light as they fell, shining like diamonds. Her dark eyes scanned the area around her for others, wondering if anybody else was here. ----- word count:: 683 comments:: open to anybody :) [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by RAN on Mar 21, 2011 3:19:39 GMT -5
The day was humid, though the cool morning air still had not faded away into oblivion, creating a rather pleasant atmosphere. The heat had not yet set in, but the temperature rose slowly and steadily. Already, Bunderra had felt the increase as he had traveled, and had pondered the possibility of yet another wet season storm. His wide hooves pressed into the warm, damp earth, leaving a trail of indented hoofprints behind him, displaying the wanderings of a stallion without direction, wandering for the pleasure of it. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the damp earth, then releasing it in a huff of hot air, ears flicking to and fro. Bunderra blinked his large, dark eyes, the lashes fluttering on his high cheekbones as he breathed in once more, taking in the scents of two mares.
The large black stallion paused in his walk, head raised in interest, nostrils flaring to take in, once again, the strangers scents. He had not yet built a herd of his own, despite his age. At six years, he was in his prime, and he looked it, too. He'd finally grown into his lanky legs and was tall, muscled and well-built. His eyes were warm and calm, framed by thick, dark lashes. He was strong - the result of many play fights with his other bachelor stallions, as well as fights that had grown quite serious. His coat was a coal black and healthy, due to the good feed that was available in the wet. The occasional ruddy highlight gleamed in the sunshine as he passed beneath the trees, head bobbing characteristically with his good mood. He was nearing Mitchell Falls - a favourite swimming and watering hole of his. He hoped, briefly, that those mares were at the Falls, though it was likely they were at the second pool.
The young stallion paused at the tree line, head raising as he spotted a pale figure, standing out in the open. He melted into the trees, wide eyes watching her curiously. She appeared to be nervous, watching something or someone upon the rocks near the second pool. Bunderra stood transfixed, examining her with barely concealed awe. It was not often you saw brumbies of such a pale colour, and he felt no shame in admitting his interest in making her his. His ears flicked back and forth, trying to find any sound coming from the pale beauty - nothing but the sound of her neat hooves shifting to and fro on the muddy earth. Bunderra remained, silent, behind the trees, warm brown eyes still watching. Perhaps it was time to put forth some sort of welcome to the beautiful mare, and to see what she had been staring at upon the rocks.
He let a shoulder slip into the sunshine, as well as half of his face, one eye silently watching from behind the trees. A gentle whicker was released to the pale mare, soft and gentle, almost seductive. It was a kind sound, perhaps a question to see if she was alone, as he was. The black stallion waited, patiently, for the lovely mare to turn and see him, or to respond to him.
OOC; ergh.. terrible post by me!! Forgive me xD
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Post by kiah on Mar 21, 2011 9:04:38 GMT -5
Tarra watched Kiah up on the hill, but at the very last moment Tarra lost sight of her. She saw that Kiah had reached the first pool at least, but then the ground rose too high and Tarra lost sight of her sister. This made her nervous, and she shifted her feet and snorted softly, searching for her. Tarra almost depended entirely on her older sister ... not really for survival, of course, but for peace of mind. Tarra was a nervous little horse, and was fairly insecure of herself. Kiah was so much different. Confident and proud and sure of herself. Often, Tarra found herself wishing she was like her sister. Her glistening bay coat and fierce, dark eyes. Tarra felt very out of place sometimes, with her pale white coat and blue eyes. Sometimes others liked her for it, but more often than not Tarra felt outcast because of it. Very often, other mares treated her rudely, and Tarra couldn't figure out for the life of her why, exactly. She tried to be nice and respectful, but sometimes that didn't work.
Tarra didn't like dwelling on these unpleasant thoughts though, so she pushed them to the back of her mind and looked again for Kiah. She was still out of sight. Tarra glanced around, hoping that nothing dangerous would suddenly show up. She felt pretty helpless without Kiah, too. Tarra had a more submissive personality, and wasn't as experienced in fight as her sister.
Her blue eyes spotted nothing out of the ordinary though, so Tarra relaxed a bit. Not completely, for she was still alert and wary for any sign of danger, but she was no longer the twitching, nervous wreck of a few moments ago. She pawed lightly at the dirt, then looked up into the canopy of the trees below which she stood. A few birds flitted up in the leaves, and Tarra craned her neck, trying to get a better look at them. She loved birds ... most wildlife, really, but birds especially. She liked watching their colorful bodies glide through the air, and she wondered how they did it. How did they stay up there? Moving toward a larger tree, Tarra gave a soft grunt and lifted onto her hind legs, momentarily resting her front legs on the trunk as she tried to spot the bird.
She couldn't see it though, so after a few seconds she came back to all four hooves. Shaking her red-ish tinted mane, she turned, intending to head to the creek for a drink.
Suddenly, a flash of sun on hide caught her attention. She stopped dead and her head lifted, blue eyes staring warily. The smooth line of a shoulder was followed by the face of a stag, black in color. Tarra shivered, frozen. Should she run? He had spotted her already ... and he looked large, from here. Older than her. He could probably run her down. But if she stayed, he could come at her. Tarra flicked her ears back, torn. A light whicker suddenly reached her though, and relief flooded through her frame. That one sound communicated to her that this brute meant no harm. Terra glanced back, but she still saw no sign of Kiah, so she turned her attention back to the stallion.
Relaxing, Tarra flicked her ears forward and pushed her muzzle toward the bronc, sending her own soft whinny toward him.
----- word count:: 0.566 comments:: aww, tarra's cute :) i loves her
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Post by RAN on Mar 22, 2011 0:36:39 GMT -5
He watched her, silently, large brown eyes curious as to what was going through her mind as she paced and watched the world around her. His eyes lifted as hers did, to the birds above them. They dived and spun on the air, light-boned and free, dancing on the breeze as if it were the only thing on their minds. Bunderra often enjoyed watching them dance, it brought a twinkle to his eye and made him feel buoyant, he would sometimes join in their dance and prance upon his heavy hooves as if he might be able to leap into the sky and join them. However, he felt a connection more to the solid earth animals - the black wallaby, as he was named after, in particular.
Hearing a thud drew Bunderra back to reality, withdrawing slowly from within his own thoughts. The pale mare had spotted him, and was watching him intensely. She seemed on edge, as if she was not used to being around other horses. Her eyes continued to flick back to the same spot above them. Bunderra moved slightly as she replied to him, offering her soft muzzle outward in a gesture of welcome. He was more than happy to oblige. Stepping carefully out from the trees, ears forward and warm brown eyes curious, Bunderra stretched his own muzzle out to touch the mares.
His nostrils quivered in anticipation. The touch was soft, brief and electrifying. Her nose was soft and smooth, a little pink due to her colouring, and looked all the more pale compared to his sooty coat. Bunderra moved slowly, eyes shifting to look at hers. His own mahogany brown gazing at the strange, rare blue. What to say? Now that he was near her, in her presence.. it was quite intoxicating. For a mare to be such a lovely, rare colour in this region.. she must belong to another. He was sure of it. How could she have been alone for so long without being taken? Bunderra did not like to dwell on the thought of her belonging to another, though he knew he'd gladly risk a beating to have her by his side.
"I am Bunderra, named for the black wallaby.. May I ask of your name, pale one?"
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Post by kiah on Mar 22, 2011 1:32:01 GMT -5
The dark stallion watched Tarra with kind eyes, which calmed her some. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked back at him. It wasn't like she felt anything specific for him, not yet anyway. But she was still nervous about meeting somebody new. Particularly a stallion, and one as large as he was. Tarra had a slimmer frame, but where her sister was slim in a majestic, commanding way, Tarra was more... girlish. She looked very young, very innocent. At two years old, she was young, but it was more than just physical age. Tarra could sometimes be somewhat gullible and naive. It was one reason she relied so much on Kiah, because she was her anchor, her rock. If it wasn't for Kiah, Tarra was sure that she would have gotten into so many bad situations already. Luckily, she hadn't.
But back to the present. While Tarra's mind had been wandering, the stallion had come closer. Once again her pulse quickened, but she was still trusting him. He seemed nice ...
His black muzzle reached out, momentarily brushing against her pale, pink one. Tarra's ears flickered this way and that, unsure of this. She met his gaze though, because, oddly enough, it seemed to calm her. His dark eyes looked back deeply at hers, and she stared right back at them. Suddenly he spoke, and the noise, after the silence, spooked her. She squealed softly and moved jerkily to the side, neck arched and tail lifted. Her pale eyes darted around, looking, but saw nothing that should scare her. Then, as quickly as it had come, the fear faded. It was soon replaced by embarrassment.
Tarra lowered her head and flicked her ears again, turning back to the bronc. Great... what did he think of her now? Probably that she was rude, because he had asked a question and she had bolted. Or possibly that she was a baby ... a scared little girl who wasn't worth his time. Lowering her head, she pricked her ears lightly and looked up at him. "T...Tarra. It means white."
Her voice was soft, like a song. It was also of a higher pitch than Kiah's, but Tarra had always liked this. It was calming, like a lullaby. She often liked to sing to herself (when she was alone of course) just to hear the sound of her voice. Ducking her head, Tarra glanced at the muddy ground. "Sorry, for um... spooking like that. I just," Gosh, she really sounded retarded. She continued though, afraid of sounding more dumb by stopping, "I get nervous easily." As her words faded on the air between them. Tarra lifted her head again and looked at the stallion. He had said his name was Bunderra. "Black wallaby." She smiled then, because she loved those animals.
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Post by RAN on Mar 23, 2011 23:37:41 GMT -5
The humidity seemed to be growing more oppressive by the minute and Bunderra could feel his neck dampening underneath his short mane. Being black was not comfortable when the sun bore down upon the earth, but the young stallion felt pleasant here, now, in the situation he had so boldly placed himself in. The mare, lovely in the shimmering sunlight, was close enough for him to be enveloped in her sweet scent. She had allowed him to brush his own muzzle against hers softly, and this encouraged him.
He was shocked, too, though, when she jerked away as he spoke. Bunderra tossed his head nervously, backing off a little as he calmed. Obviously his voice had frightened her, but there she was, still metres away from him. She had not bolted. This, again, gave him courage. She looked sheepish, her ears flicking to and fro, eyes nervously scanning the area. Bunderra watched curiously. It was charming, he thought, charming that she had such a fear of.. well, what of he did not know. That was not important however, what was important was to protect her from whatever it was she was frightened of.
If there was one thing that defined Bunderra it was his need to watch out for those that could not watch out for themselves. His warm brown eyes switched back to the pale mare, brightening as her ears pricked a little and she began to speak. Bunderra's own ears pricked forward, catching every little tone that escaped her porcelain lips, it was a lovely sound.. like the tones of a songbird. He ached to hear more. As she apologized for spooking all he could do was listen to the lull and fade of her voice, gentle and sweet all at once.
"Tarra.. its lovely." He paused, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he blinked. "Its understandable" He brushed off her apology smoothly, guessing that her fear was not something she wanted to speak of.. at least not with him, a stranger. His own sooty lips twitched into a small smile. He could think of nothing to say but knew he would very much like to touch her silky skin again, or hear her sweet voice. "Are you alone, sweet Tarra?" The question, coming from anyone elses lips might have sounded intimidating, almost threatening.. but from Bunderra's, it was sweet, gentle and held a hint of understanding for her plight. His eyes were focused on hers, open and kind. Bunderra had never been one for violence or conflict, even more so now in the presence of such a sweet young mare, he felt content.
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Post by - s a n i t y . on Mar 26, 2011 15:51:24 GMT -5
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The mass of black lifted his head, taking in the scent of the rain that had passed. The earth around him was still damp and glistened as the sunlight reflected onto it. The capricious weather had just cleared, causing the land to become muddy and less stable, making the stallion on edge. The gradually rising heat added to Vereine’s paranoia, despising heat with great passion. He had preferred the bleak weather filled with rain and storms. The aftermath was another story. Thankfully, from what he could tell, he had wandered to the falls; not only a brilliant source of cool water but a lovely sight. Flicking his ears, he turned his attention to his right. Not bothering to try and focus his vision, he stared out lazily through the trees. Blurs of colors meshed together before him, his nostrils flaring as he snorted in protest. The stallion was never fond of his lack of sight but he was grateful for his heightened senses.
Breathing in once more, scents that hadn’t belonged to nature itself wafted to Vereine. He wasn’t quite the social one so the thought of making social contact with other horses was nerve racking to the stallion. Easily, he could tell he wasn’t the only stallion and that already spelt out trouble. Confrontations with other males had rarely turned out for the better. With his scrawny looking figure and lack of sight, he usually came off as the weak and vulnerable type. With a strong shake of his head, Vereine tried to clear all of those horrid thoughts. His past had haunted him constantly and the reminders would do nothing to help his cause.
He gave a stomp with his hoof and then continued to walk toward the scents. There were clearly more than one horse beside the other stallion and this sparked his curiosity. Could there possibly be some important meeting? If it was the case, he would surely want to listen in on it. He always had a love for playing tricks on others, maybe this was his chance to practice. He kept at a steady pace, not wanting to stumble and meet the ground with a harsh greeting. The sudden sound of whispers and soft tones met Vereine’s black auds, causing them to twitch. As he got closer, he could distinctively make out a mare and stallion. Vereine remained in the trees, not intending to remain hidden for long. Clearly they would have caught his scent by now. His conscience protested at his intentions. He was supposed to be remaining in the shadows in silence, not making some new “friends”. And curiosity had killed the cat, no? Well Vereine was surely no cat and he would be ready for whatever the two would throw at him. Hopefully. Hesitation ran through him, his sight had been acting up and if he were to get into a fight he would certainly be defeated within a heartbeat. Tossing his head, he took a few more paces until he could make out the two figures. The colors were nowhere close to the colors of the surroundings, one being a strong pale color and the other just as jet black as Vereine was.
Orbs of soft white stared out at the two, observing with total silence as the blurs of colors continued to move, their words of exchange reaching his ears. He lifted his head and his ears flickered back and forth. From what he could tell, the two were strangers. Ha, well then at least I’m not the only one.
[/color] He mused, a quiet chuckle erupting from his maw. Feeling a sense of confidence, he took a step out from the shadows of the trees that hid him ever so well. Making sure he got their attention if he hadn’t already, he brushed through bushes, causing the leaves to rustle and echo through the area they resided in. He was never one to create a verbal entrance, usually sneaking up on others but acting on precautions, he tried to make himself known and hopefully clear and intentions of negativity. From past events, coming off as a quiet ghost like figure wasn’t exactly key in making acquaintances. Tilting his head to the side, he flicked his tail and stared at the two. It wasn’t the most orthodox of entrances but it would have to do. [/size] - - - - -
word count; 726 tags; tarra ! bunderra ! ooc; hopefully no one minds me jumping in… ^^” musical inspiration; Natural Anthem – The Postal Service
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Post by kiah on Mar 26, 2011 23:04:50 GMT -5
Tarra stood in the heat and humidity, which was growing by the second. She shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Bunderra to respond to her. If he was going to... she could see the shock on his face at her sudden jump away from it. Perhaps he would simply mumble an excuse to be somewhere and hurry away? Tarra hoped against hope that he wouldn't. She glanced away, out into the sun, back to where Kiah had disappeared. What was taking her sister so long? Kiah had said that she only wanted to see it ... what could she be doing up there? Was she in trouble, perhaps? Tarra didn't think so; she would have heard something, surely. She kept one ear turned toward the rocks, waiting for a sound from Kiah. Preferably sounds that she was returning. Although she was somewhat more relaxed, now that she realized this stallion was kind and that he wasn't going to do anything to her.
The air was heavy around her, and Tarra took a deep breath, wishing for some wind. Even a whisper of breeze would be welcome now. Tarra was glad she was in the shade, though. With her pink muzzle and pink-lined eyes, Tarra was easily sunburned. A feeling not many other equines had ever experienced, and it was not a pleasant one. Once, when Tarra was just a foal and Kiah only a yearling, Tarra had been sunburned so bad that she thought she just might die from it. Her nose had felt as if she'd been holding it in fire, and it wouldn't cool down. Kiah had stayed with her for a whole day while Tarra stood in a lake, holding her nose in the water for as long as she could hold her breath. Then, their mother had found a plant that saved Tarra. It grew in a little clump and looked pretty spiky, but the leaves were thick, fleshy, and somewhat smooth. Their dam had pawed at it until the leaves had split open, and Tarra rubbed her nose in it. The juice was a lifesaver: it eased the burning of her nose almost instantly, and the cold felt so good Tarra almost cried.
Suddenly Bunderra spoke and Tarra came back to the present. He commented on her name ... "it's lovely." If she could have, Tarra would've flushed bright red in blush. As it was, she just turned her head slightly and glanced down, her long white eyelashes fluttering softly. She flicked her tail and looked back at him as he continued, a light smile playing on her lips. "Yes," She said, in response to his question, before hurrying on again, "I mean no. My sister, she's up there." Tarra flicked her nose up toward the pools, where Kiah was still invisible.
Suddenly the vegetation to their right ruslted loudly. Perhaps, if Tarra had been more alert to areas other than where Kiah had gone, she would have noticed the scent or movement of the other stallion. As it was, she instantly tensed up again and turned, so that she was somewhat closer to Bunderra but also in a position to flee toward where Kiah had gone, if she had to. She was wishing more than ever now that Kiah would return. And soon! Her tail twitched nervously and her ears pricked tight, eyes on the new stranger. He, too, seemed calm, though. Not like he was going to hurt her. She looked to Bunderra, wondering how the two stallions would get along. She had never seen stags fight, but she could only imagine how horrible it would be.
When the new stallion stopped and looked sideways at them, Tarra shivered and looked away, at the ground, then back to Bunderra and lastly to where Kiah was supposed to be. Finally, when she had nowhere left to look, Tarra looked back the bronc. Oh how she hoped he was friendly. Peaceful. She had gotten lucky once already today, with Bunderra, so hopefully she could get lucky twice.
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Post by kiah on Mar 31, 2011 11:27:49 GMT -5
[[hello?]]
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Post by RAN on Apr 3, 2011 12:46:58 GMT -5
OOC; Sorry, very busy at uni atm :/ Feel free to keep posting without me guys! I'll try to jump back in soon as possible!
-Ran
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Post by - s a n i t y . on Apr 3, 2011 13:53:06 GMT -5
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terribly sorry! I shall have a reply up later, hopefully. I'm quite busy but I finally got some time to do a post.
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