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Post by Summer Horse on Nov 13, 2009 17:17:39 GMT
Yarolaila had been silent for a while after seeing the drama of which just happened. "Uh... oh, yes... fine" she mumbled hoping she wasn't as red as she felt. Phew that was a close one!, maybe it would teach her not to be so cocky next time....
It had been two seasons since as the horses called it 'the big raid' and life had changed enormously for Yarolaila. She was still a lone mare, but however she now had adopted a foal who's mother had been caught. and she now knew that she could not handle everything...
Yarolaila looked at the land she loved so much and she sighed
"The life of a horse is not one of those simple, a filly born must be attractive to her breed at least, a colt born must be stronger than his brothers. Each day they shall play in the streams and wonder the land until they are no longer accepted and are forgotten by their mother and herd"
Yarolaila was determined not to forget her foals neither watched with entertainment as young colt fight bravely to death. She turned and trotted down the Cliff edge as her stomach churned. In Dawn Filly it was different and mares kept track of their foal and saw them often. she looked down at the small colt she had adopted and thought of how heart broken she must be.
"One day... I shall find your mother" she promised the foal.
Once again her stomach twisted had her mother and herd forgot about her? Would she go from being respected to forgotten? Would she ever see her good friend again?
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Post by Admin on May 23, 2010 18:11:40 GMT
Words can't describe many things. For example, they can't describe that pure joy - that tingling excitement - which comes with waking up on a Birthday morning - you're presents all hidden in various nooks and crannies about the glade - behind a rock, under a disgruntled tree root - and just waiting to be found. They can't describe that happiness, leaping frogs of ecstasy that comes with the blushing, downy-faced yearling's first kiss - muzzle tingling.
Neither could they describe just how awkward Qingyun was feeling right now.
No one had ever... ever... been so... so... (again, cue feeling-that-words-can't-describe). Well, let's just say that the only other horse that had ever started going off on a rant about something completely random and irrelevant as if he was invisible after he had kindly inquired after their health during a somewhat sticky situation was Nalir, and of course, being Nalir, that was a wholly different situation.
Simply put - they had been yearlings, and Nalir had insisted they go grazing in the marsh so he could escape looking after the nursery foals for Big Bay, when they had encountered a large ditch.
What happened next is self-explanatory.
Of course, Qingyun, haven thrown away all regard for his own safety, had tried to go down and help Nalir out of the ditch, asking if he was "Alive and well now we're both stuck in a six-foot ditch when no one knows where we've gone?" to which the short pony had started a lengthy rant concerning "digging graves", "world peace" and "osmosis".
They had been pulled out by a not very happy Qingyun's daddy the next day.
Anyway... he supposed the mare was just more than a bit shocked at how the events of the day had ended.
He watched through jealous brown eyes as the mare glided freely about the enclosure, sniffing here, taking a mouthful of grass there...
Somewhat mournfully, he looked down at his own rather sad looking patch of grass. It had been gnawed down right to the dirt. Well, almost. Qingyun was still not starving enough to through away his beliefs about personal hygiene.
Sighing, he carefully sidestepped the former home of his late meal - and hobbled and wobbled his way over to the mare, thinking positive and at least trying to start up a logical conversation that wouldn't start with him sounding too panicked ("GNAAHHH!" temporarily came to mind. He shook it away)... or too insensitive... "We're going to die. There's no escape. You might as well give up planning what you're going to do 'one day'. It's never going to come"...
"Hi."
Well, it was a start, wasn't it?
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Nalir peered down from the clifftop. He could see the whole of Jukuchi from here. Even that place where Qingyun had pushed him into a ditch when they were only yearlings. He had been such a gangly, out of proportion, downy colt, he hadn't really learnt how to stop properly.
And so - with a great big cheesy grin spread over his fluffy face and a high-pitched whinny of "Hey, Nalir! This is really good fu-" he had pitched forward and rammed into a small, daintier Nalir's already fully-fledged flank, and sent the smaller horse sprawling into a disgusting, muddy ditch.
Nalir had promptly proceeded to scold Qingyun over the effects of how someone behaves on others, how this was going to be detrimental for his newly-grown fleece of dun hair and he-hoped-he-felt-sorry, and how - if left here - they risked catching tuberculosis.
Qingyun's father had come to pull them out the next day - they didn't catch tuberculosis, in the end.
Nalir sighed nostalgically. Good times, eh?
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Post by Summer Horse on May 26, 2010 16:53:04 GMT
"Hi"
Yadeuria answered the stallion with not snappy or blunt yet a short, simple reply. The air was moist and misty, clouds gathered over the wombat flats. It was going to rain, it was obvious, Yadeuria looked up towards the grey sky. Strangely one of the many thing she loved about Dawn Filly was the rain, she didn't know why, she just did.
Little drops of water started to fall on the chestnut mare's shoulder a shiver ran up her back, now this she whispered to her self, now this feels like home she whispered. She looked where two yearlings where playing, she whinnied for them to come back.
She had almost completely forgot about the stallion when turned to see him, looking a bit awkward.
he must of seen me talking to my self
For once i her life Yadeuria felt embarrassed, she normally didn't because she normally didn't care what other horses thought. But being home reminded her that these horses might actually see her again or even worse no or way worse Know her.
"ah... yeah... ummm..."
Yadeuria tried to think of something that might brake the embarrassing silence, at last she remembered.
"oh! Hi, umm... your that stallion who was running from the men too. Didn't you have a friend? Sorry i never knew your name what is it? Mine is Yadeuria I'm from Yarola, you? Hey there's your friend!"
Yadeuria nodded up to the cliff edge, and the looked back at the stallion who was looking a bit bewildered.
Yadeuria thought back to when she had misinformed the stallion about going into a trap.
Oh great that's the second time I've been embarrassed in front of him. I'm still embarrassed maybe he'll forget if i talk a bit more...
The rain was starting to hit harder.
"ummm... I'm Yadeuria. Wait I've already said that haven't i? "
Yadeuria was running out of things to say when a figure emerged from the trees...
(by the way for readers that don't know Yadeuria's name was called Yarolaila but was chaged to Yadeuria)
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2010 15:02:54 GMT
Qingyun smiled in a very You-Must-Be-Very-Embarrassed, kindly way.
"Yes, that would be me [though I wasn't 'running away', as such. I was leading a stricken heard to safety, you see]. Yadeuria... lovely name. Pleased to meet you. I am Qingyun a Yang-Mi [Defender of Keidos]."
He waited for a while.
And waited.
And waited a bit more for good measure just in case she took a while processing that little bit of information.
No reaction. Hmm. Perhaps she misheard.
"Ahem... Qingyun a Yang-Mi. Defender of Keidos."
Still no awestruck expression. Just... a bit of... bewilderment?
Qingyun scowled darkly. "QINGYUN. I, IIII... I am Qingyun. Qingyun - that's me. Qingyun. Defender of Keidos. You know, Keidos - also called the 'Blessed Rain'? Qingyun a Yang-Mi - Nobles, you know! The... the... fam...ily..."
She didn't appear to recognise him.
His expression turned pleading (though his voice was still filled with arrogance). "I am Qingyun - that's my name! My name! And I come from the very noble, very awesome-full [*cough* *cough* I mean, very... inspiring *cough*] Family - a Yang-Miii... "
It was a good while before Qingyun realised this was getting nowhere. His shoulders slumped dejectedly. She didn't know him. But how could she not - he was practically a celebrity...! (Well, he thought so anyway).
Stupid horse.
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Post by Summer Horse on May 28, 2010 20:18:59 GMT
Silly horse.
"Oh! Well, sorry but I can't say I recognize you but this is the first time I've been back in Dawn Filly for a couple of years"
At this Yadeuria saw relief flowing immediately into the stallion's eyes.
Hmm... lets make things a bit more interesting
"Yet I am also in the Yang Mi family and have not heard and name such as Quinyng"
Yadeuria felt rain starting to treacle down her back and decided that it would be smarter to go down onto the Wombat Flats were the rain would not be fslling so hard.
"Better get down from high top"
Yadeuria looked down to the wombat flats. The rain had started there too, but as she had thought, not nearly as hard.
Seeing the stallion's disappointed expression Yadeuria tried to raise his mood.
"So your the... the... the defender of keidos that must be very Noble indeed"
Yadeuria held her high in triumph at remembering what the stallion had said.
"I am also from the Yang Mi family as I said earlier... I 'm the granddaughter of Yarola"
Ha! Beat that! Yadeuria thought proudly. As you might have already suspected Yadeuria had a very... complex personality. One minute she would be offering a pony the shade on a hot day, the next she'd be kicking a horse for trying to steal 'her' forage.
Yadeuria noticed a black figure up on the cliff top.
"Hey, isn't that your friend? I better go down to the bottom, I'm beginning to get a chill"
(sorry admin I didn't know what to write, but i remembered about Nalir at least!)
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