Time Flies {[Spirit && Co.]}

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=] Out For A Drink =]


Delighted Spirit smiled as her idea of a all mare herd was picking up and she had a home where nobody was in charge of her. She knew that some might think it stupid but she could always argue that point, like she always had too. It was clear to her that her herd might not be welcome at first and have a few problems but she knew that for long as stallions were buggering things up that she would always have a new mare to welcome.

While taking her mind off of the bumpy road ahead she called to the rest of the family, "Its just the watering hole, I don't see any trouble here for as long as we stick together watching each others backs and out for stallions that might be trouble. Lets drink ladies !!" she smiled faintly and looked out just like she said she would. Spirit promised herself to help other mares out of a situation like what she was in and take them under her wing, now she was able to do it on a grader scale.

As her hopeful eyes glanced around she spotted few stallions and colts so took a long stroll toward the clear blue water all the while cautious for herself and company. She could not help but wonder if she would always be like this. Somewhat overprotective. She chuckled sightly and took a deep gulp of liquid. Then turning on her hind legs in a half rear taking her into a ninety degree turn back on herself. She looked once more before beginning to eat, and as she did she noticed a familiar female face.

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The elegant champagne mare grinned at her new friend. Her first friend in this place, really... the rest of the mares she'd met so far were mostly sentimental pansies. She was glad that Spirit wasn't one.

She laughed heartily... it was a rather rough, unpolished sound, but pleasant nonetheless. "You're so wary of stallions," she teased the palomino, tossing her creamy mane. "You know as well as I that the two of us put together could defend a herd of mares as well as any stallion." In an oddly offbeat way, the mare trotted up to the shore of teh watering hole, lowering her head to drink. She'd always wondered why she would sometimes walk that way... both her parents had been able to as well, and although it had greatly amused her previous herd members, none of them had ever been able to do it. Her parents told her of how the humans would sometimes make them walk in that special way, in front of other humans, in something called a show. She'd been told it was called a Fox Trot, whatever that was, and that her breed was named after it since they were the only ones who could do it.

But breeds and special trotting had never mattered to Cayla, and they weren't going to for the rest of her life.

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=] Protecting The Tuuli =]

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The hardy palomino with her blonde mane 'N' tail and golden base coat raised her smile to her maw at her cremalo friend Cayla, arrogant stubborn headstrong on first impression but none the less now her friend and companion. Spirit laughed at her friends statement, "You never know what characters you might run into with stallions." she paused and thought about her other statement, "As true as that may be it doesn't hurt to be at all careful around places like this. By any chance you haven't seen Trahi have you ?" she said in reply. The palomino thought that perhaps Trahi had perhaps gone to a quiet spot to birth or left to birth and raise her foal all alone but none the less she was worried.

After Cayla had gone to the water side to drink she too joined her and took gulps of the blue liquid but also in deep thought. She was listening to everything around her. The sound of the liquid running down her throat. The gossip that the other equines where speaking of. And the magical sound that the trees made when the wind rushed through them. It made her think of their herds name and an old friend, "What shall this herd be called ??" she asked not only herself but also Cayla.

Wind, it was always attached to her name and it seemed that her herd would forever ride the wind. But what could be another way of saying it, thats when a memory of an old friend; He was a kind foreign gelding, Finnish actually, and he often said 'Tuuli Spirit' meaning "Wind Spirit" which seemed befitting seeing as, as soon as she arrived to a new land was as soon as she left never ever staying in a place too long or too short but long enough to gather friends. Why not call their herd "The Tuuli bachelorette herd" they would go down in history surely.

"Why dont we be known as the Tuuli herd... it means Wind in an age old language." she paused for the effect, "It seems befitting seeing as we shall always ride the wind in any direction it shall take us. What d'ya think Cayla ??" When she stopped speaking she raised her head high to the winds carried through the tree's and across the watering hole's surface. It carried many a golden leaf as it blew into her slender face and threw her blonde mane in which she then shook free of its set place.

Spirit didn't know much about her breeding but she had traveled far and wide and thus seen many different breeds of equine. From the exotics to the home bred. Even Cayla's breed, often she would pass a few shows and see her kind do alot of neat tricks but then they would see her and either try and make her run off or try to catch her but either way they never succeded. She was born wild and wanted to stay that way. Still she couldn't help but want to see the world and learn about everything around her, including HUMANS. Although she knew little about her breeding but enough to satisfy her.[/center][/color]

[[OOC:: if its a little crap it's because its not my original post which was BY FAR better.]]

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The Missouri Fox Trotter grinned deviously, flicking her head vigorously while her muzzle was still buried in the water so that she managed to flick some of the crystal clear liquid at Spirit.

"It's no decision of mine," she replied, her dark blue eyes sparkling. "The Tuuli it is! Although, we do make a fine herd, don't we, with a grand total of th-two mares." She just barely caught herself from saying 'three'... she suspected they both knew there was quite little chance of Trahi coming back.

Which sparked some anger in Cayla. Anger was not rare with her, obviously, and yet she had not been angry in such a long time it almost came to her as a surprise. Anger had been a part of everyday life in her old herd, and yet there was so little of it here...

But, backing away from the complexity of Cayla's newfound emotions, she knew that she had a perfectly good reason for being angry. How could Trahi simply abandon them? She knew their herd was in desperate need of members, and they were all bonding, and she simply left! How could she do that! It was simply unacceptable! Her dark eyes were now flashing with anger at the very thought, and she turned her face away from her palomino friend.

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=] Tuuli Tuuli =]

Spirit Wind ... what an extra onto her name, but such a befitting nickname. Now the herd was named it in an age old language, Finnish to be procise, though it made her proud. Although something was not right. NO TRAHI !! "Your right Cayla, we need to talk to other mares. Find others like ourselves. Heartbroken but together to get through the toughness life throws at us." she heaved out a sigh, something that was rare.

Spirit jerked her head upright and jestured to move around. They would not stay no ... they would comunicate with other mares and find others like themselves. "Cayla, have you ever bore a foal ?? I have never, its weird that I don't want to be controlled by stallions but I want a precious foal." she said with her head falling as she began to speak of the mesely worthless reason she could not have a foal ... afterall it would mean either belonging to a herd or being a mere possesion of a stallions desire!

Spirit wanted an heiress, not an heir, an heir would mean the foal being a colt which would turn out like its father an uneligible to run a bachlorette herd but a heiress would mean the foal being a filly and able to do what a colt couldnt including taking over from her... when she herself dies. As she was so deep in thought thinking of what her baby girl would look like she almost walked into a tree! Bumping into it instead she mumbled, "Sorry!" not looking up but keeping her gaze down at the floor. Even the ants had young!!

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