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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 15, 2008 22:47:51 GMT -5
She was laying beside the river down away from the waterfall. Its boom just a faint bass in the distance. The sandy bank she had choosen was soft and warm. River was sleeping. She was exhausted. Last night had been quite an ordeal. Unlike her first time, which was simple and quick, this one had gone on for what felt like forever. But it had been worth it.
By her side, a blue roan bundle slept. It was a filly. Thick muscled and stocky, like herself, but with small hooves and a darker blue coat. Her mane and tial was black for one thing. A sock on each little hoof matched her mother's, as did the blaze, though that was much thinner than hers. Together mare and foal slept on, the grey dawn seeping into the sky, birds waking far off.
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Post by Vel on Jul 16, 2008 10:44:16 GMT -5
His ebony figure moved through the early morning. The sun was barely peaking above the cliff walls. A small fog had settled down, making the land look rather eerie. He tossed his head and snorted. His exhaled breath was shown in the cold morning air. It felt like winter out, but it was still spring. A while ago he had heard news that River had given birth. He heard this news from a little finch named Rasten.
As he walked along the worn path in the woods, he listened for any sounds of an equine nearby. He scented the cool air every now and then to see if he could catch their scent. He could now hear the booming of the waterfall at the main drinking river. As he cleared the woods, into the open spot by the river, he saw the figure of an equine. He scented the air. It was River. But wait there was a brand new scent. It was an equine scent. He walked up to her, not knowing if she was asleep or not. When he came up to her, he saw that she was sound asleep.
His optics drifted lower to the ground. There she was. A little filly. Her whole body was blue roan. She obviously got her coat colouring from her mother. Again from her mother she had gotten four white socks and a blaze. He saw she did have a pitch black mane and tail, just like him. He could not see her eye colour yet to know who she got that from. Her bady build had both that of an Arabian and a Brumby. He walked a few metres away and began to graze as he waited for the pair to wake up.
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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 17, 2008 0:40:50 GMT -5
Lassan's scent drifted into River's nostrils, sinking into her sleep and pulling her out of her dreams gently. Slowing, and with the odd twitch and jerk, River began to wake up. One blue ear flicked sharply then a muscle on her shoulder quivered. carefully, River opened her brown eyes, blinkly lightly and clearing her vision. The roan lifted her head and looked about, her stallion's presence was near.
She sighted him, not far away, grazing and no doubt waiting for her. River was about to move then remembered the foal. Her ordeal also flooded her mind. With a small shiver, the mare pushed the thought out and nosed the blue bundle at her side. The filly stirred and gave a dissapproving whinny at being woken.
River heavy her now lighter bulk up. Unfolding striped legs to stand next to her pride. Once agian she reached down to nuzzle the filly awake. "Come on little one, you must meet your father." she said softly, pushing the filly a little harder. The foal, with staggering steps managered to get to her feet. She stood infront of her mother, legs splayed out and shaking slightly. The young one gave a small snort of surprise at standing again and looked about her. Her eyes a dark brown, between her mothers and fathers shading. River stepped to the filly's side and licked her face gently. She turned her he to look at Lassan and called him, her voice deep and ringing with pride.
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Post by Vel on Jul 18, 2008 0:01:26 GMT -5
He continued to graze as the sun began to peak more over the cliff walls, illuminating the river bank area even more in an eerie red and orange glow. He flicked his ebony banner back and forth at a few pesky bugs. He was anxious to see River and their new foal. So many different thought were running through his head right now. what will they name her? Is River OK? Is the foal OK? What is her eye colour? How will she turn out? What will her personality be like? He knew all these would take weeks, even years to answer. The one thing the little foal should know is that she would be that heir to this wonderful land.
Lassan contniued to pick at the grass as his audits flicked back as he heard a high pitched whinny. He turned his head as he grazed and saw the pair had awoken, and the filly was not liking it one bit. Lassa walked over to River and the filly once he heard the soft sound of the blue and white mares vocals. He smiled as he walked up to them Just as he go tthere he saw the filly attempt to stand on her long, spindley legs. Lassan moved back a few metres, giving the two the room they needed. He could finally she the filly's opticals. They were a dark brown shade in betweens River and his eye colours. Hr watched as River moved over to the filly and licked the little blue ball of fuzz. River then turned her blue and white head to call to Lassan. His towers went forward as he walked over to her side. He touched his muzzle to her own. He was glad that she was ok, and he was glad the the foal was ok too. He stayed close to River as he observed the little blue foal.
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Post by camino on Jul 18, 2008 18:33:23 GMT -5
Artava had chosen to stay behind for a day and let Lassan check things out on her own. The hardy Anglo-Arab could wait a day before seeing Terra Delle Liberta.
She had planned to make a grand entrance, and for Lassan to see her beauty. She planned to steal Lassan's heart. Little did she know, she had no chance.
Her eyes drooped as the sun raised high in the already cloudless sky. Smiling, she prettied herself up. Grooming her coat, bathing in the nearby pond, and rolling in sweet scented flowers. She then pranced slowly into the area.
What she saw made her flash with anger. Lassan, happily watching what Artava noticed right away-River, the lead mare.
What surprised the mare even more was she had a foal. Oh, great.
Lassan had everything he needed. A beautiful Leaduiss, River, and there new foal.
She sighed, and took a step forward, eying them coldly. She tried to still look decent, even with all this anger bobbling inside. Turning her head away, she gave a sigh.
What's the use?
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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 19, 2008 23:45:35 GMT -5
River stood proudly beside her stallion, showing off her little foal. They filly looked up at Lassan with wonder and surprise. A little bit of fear as well. River reached over and nibbled Lassan's neck gently then loweredher muzzle to the foal's dark head.
"This is your father little one. Do be scared." The roan said to the foal and awaited Lassan to speak to her. She was dying to name her, but she would wait until Lassan had greeted his foal.
Movement distracted her attention. Another mare had appeared, though she wasn't close enough to worry River. Though her appearence annoyed her. This was her time with Lassan. He had only just met her foal. Still, if the black wanted this fae she wouldn't complain. It was his choice after all. River flicked her tail, showing her annoyance but turned her attention back to the foal, wondering what she should be called.
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Post by camino on Jul 20, 2008 8:43:27 GMT -5
Artava pinned her ears. Like she knew River had a foal! Stomping angrily, she turned and exited. Sadness swept over her. She wasn't expecting a new foal, and River, at all. Lassan said that it might be awhile before she met them-She was hoping she could have alone time with him.
She flicked her black tail, and peeked into where she came. She could see Lassan, looking so happy, and River. How she envied the mare so much. She backed up and turned, looking into the nearby river.
River.
Artava looked away from it. She couldn't-It was the same name of the mare she envied so much. She walked to a creek and looked in. Her reflection was shown, and a tear fell silently into the water.
How could she do this? How could she fall in love with a stallion that HAD a mate?
Artava spat at the thought of Lassan breeding to River. Sick thoughts such as that one played in her mind. Why was she thinking of this, anyways?
She knew why. It wasn't River she was seeing being bred to. It was her.
She could never EVER let Lassan know what she really though..what she really felt. Ever.
She would keep it a secret. Forever and for always.
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Post by Vel on Jul 20, 2008 21:13:33 GMT -5
Lassan stared back at the little filly. The two stared at each other, like they were sizing one another up.Lassan cocked his head a bit and then touched his velvety black maw to the little filly's. He did not notice the presence of the other mare nearby. He did not even know that Artava had come here, he had thought they were going to meet up later on. He was still awaiting to show her around. He figured she must still be asleep at the moment. Plus he was top focused on the new filly. He smiled a bit as River had to tell the little gorl mnot to be afraid of him.
His focus now was directed to River. He looked to her and said "What shall we call her?" He knew river was probably dying to name the little blue ball of fuzz. His mind searched for names in English and in many other languages. He looked to River as he awaited for her to speak. Artava came to his mind again. Later on in the day when River and the filly were getting used to each other, he would go show the new mare around. River would not mind since he had other herd members to look after.
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Post by camino on Jul 21, 2008 18:43:26 GMT -5
It is said that beauty is as beauty does. But was does beauty do, anyways? Beauty corrupts the mid. Plays tricks, ruins chances. A beautiful mare against a ugly one-The beautiful one wins. No matter how wise, strong, humorus, and just wonderful the ugly one is, ladies, we all know what the stallions one. That one beautiful mare.
In this case, River was the beauty. And Artava was the ugliest. Artava felt very bad for hating River. After all, she does look-And sound-Like an amazing leader, and this was Lassan's choice. He was happy.
But Artava couldn't help it. She envied the mare so much. Ruining every chance Artava ever had.
Artava let a ice cold tear drop run don her face and into the creek below. She stepped in, let the water was over her black points. Her blood bay coat, which turned Mocha bay in winter, was flawless-Hours of grooming it. Wasted. Cursing, Artava looked back toward the entrance of Terra Delle Liberta.
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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 21, 2008 22:48:54 GMT -5
River smiled proudly and nuzzled Lassan's shoulder. She was so happy. Really she was. She had been scared about having the foal. After losing the first to miscarriage. This one, this little blue fuzzball had survived the first test and River's greatest fear. Now she had only to grow. In River's eyes, it was because of Lassan. Though she would never say that, knowing he would say something like no, it was you.
Gazing at her mate, River said quietly "How about something to do with the land. It is a tradition of my birthherd. I would like that. but I am not sure what." Her eyes glanced over the filly again.
The filly, her mane a little black fuzzy, gaze a funny attempt at a neigh. She was hungry. Why won't they stop looking at her and let her drink. She stepped forwards, balancing carefuly, shoving her black muzzle into River's barrel. Her mother gave a whuffle deep in her throat and pushed her gently towards her bulging teats. The roan foal nudged her way there and settled down drinking, her fuzzy tail flicking lightly.
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Post by camino on Jul 22, 2008 9:24:30 GMT -5
Artava glanced at the forest that suronded her. Forest.
That would be a wonderful name for River's foal. Artava smiled to herself, and lowered her dished head to graze.
She glanced at the creek again. There's another beautiful name for Lassan's foal.Creek.
She smiled at her natural naming ability, and nuzzled her own side.
She lowered her head again to graze, flicked her arched tail. Eyes looked toward the entrance of Terra Delle Liberta. Afraid to come across River again..would she ever enter again?
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Post by Vel on Jul 23, 2008 18:38:08 GMT -5
He thought about what River had said, about naming the filly after the land. "There are so many different features and terrians to this land, that it will be quite hard to name her. I will think though." he said as he began to think of names. He turned his head. He had done so before and thought he saw another horse nearby. He some how felt the presense of the other. It was now gone. He continued to look back to the forest. He turned back to River and the filly. He was going to go see what was over there. "River, I think there is another herd member off near the woods. I will be back, I just want to go see."
He hoped that River understood. It was his job to keep the herd safe and happy. He trotted off towards the forest. He broke into a canter as he made his way through, looking for the mare that had been there a minute ago. He continued on past a few of the other mares in his herd. He soon saw the mocha form of the lovely Artava. "Artava!" he called out cantering up to her.
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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 23, 2008 23:41:13 GMT -5
River watched him go silently. A small tweak of jealousy gripped her, but she pushed it away swiftly. She was lead mare, she could be content with that. Snorting, the mare nuzzled her filly. Since he had gone, she decided she would name her. Something simple but sweet.
Flicking her ears, River moved away fomr the water's edge, leading the filly to the green grass beside her. Her daughter, annyoed at being pushed away from having a dirnk, nipped her head mother's side. But once River was settled grazing, the filly went back to dirnking.
Shortly, folding her socked feet beneath her, the foal curled up on the grass to sleep off her meal. River grazed near her, standing close by. The mare still pondering at a name. Maybe Mist. but, no, that was more of a grey horse name. raindrop? that could work. But the filly would grow tall, like her sire.
The sun warmed her hide, drying up the morning dew while sending tiny rainbows about the grass. Her shadow left a weird shaped wet patch in the grass. Noticing this, River cocked her head to the side. Shadow. Yes, that would do.
Moving over to her filly, the dark blue roan coat, black legs mane and tail, River nuzzled her sleeping fuzzball. "Shadow. I will call you shadow.". River had decided. It would take alot to change her mind now.
In her sleep, Shadow twitched and one leg jerked. River smiled and moved back to grazing. Lassan would return. Maybe with other herd members to meet the little filly.
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Post by camino on Jul 28, 2008 20:41:05 GMT -5
Artava
Beauty is as beauty does..but beauty doesn't do everything.
Artava perked her ears as Lassan came closer. The elegant Arabian stag's voice was enough to make her shiver with excitment. She was still upset with River, but tried to ignore it.Act well for Lassan.
Her tail arched, as did her neck, as she looked gently through her mist gray eyes. She smiled as he neared.
'Hello, Lassan.'
She looked him over, from his delicate nostrils, to his waved tail. She waited for him to respond.
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Post by Vel on Jul 28, 2008 21:03:57 GMT -5
His auds pricked up at the sound of her vioce. "Hello Artava. How are you?" He walked up closer to her. He knew he still had to show her the rest of the land that is mainly used. He also wanted to introduce her to some of the herd members. She had already seen River and Shadow. She just had to meet Swift and Celtic Rose, or Celtic for short. He flicked his ebony banner and snorted softly as a fly landed on his muzzle.
ooc// muse died
oh Wild we can start a post where Lassan gets to know Shadow better if you want to
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