New Winds Blowing

[Dusty's Girl]

Roguish winds blew into the mountains, bringing change and a new atmosphere. The winds swept down the plains as they settled in a small clearing. Lightly caressing the white mane of a mare. Raising the mane in places, toying with it in others, it seemed to caress her. Grey hide gleamed in the light, covered with stripes. A rare color for a horse...especially one of her breeding. Grey brindle. It happened. Documented even. But humans and science was never for this mare. Humans might have touched her once, but no longer reigned her life. Dark eyes searched. Muzzle lifted and scented the winds. Her height alone made her stand out. At sixteen hands high, she was tall for a wild horse, something else had to be in this mustang. Irish...Draught...That's what it was. Normally not anything near this color and never seen in the wild at all. She let a neigh float from her nostrils, something of a call. Placing an order to a herd maybe? Maybe some company was required or maybe something further. Her body was tough with muscling, some scars seamed her body, reminders of past victories? Ears flicked in the wind, her tail flying behind her. The season was upon her, something she never really cared too much about. A herd was near here. Two of them. Her nostrils quivered with the scent of a young stallion, one of speed and courage. The other was older but well settled in his ways with another mare. She let fly another call, would anyone answer her calls?

She lowered her head slightly, ears still alert. There had to be a Remedy for this situation...and Irish Remedy...

[Dusty's Girl]

She let a call flow from her nostrils once more. Stallions were surely in this land, she could scent them. A herd had to be close by in that case. Her hooves carried her over the terrain as she walked forward, stealthy on the rocky terrain. Her body stood upright, her jumper blood apparent in her build and her stance. Her color was strange, but certainly lovely as the light reflected off of her coat. Her hooves, delicate yet strong stood still on the rocks, waiting.

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Rosemont had always cared for a large herd, always. He was use to having a big family and a lot of drama surrounding his life. It seemed no different for him in the wild. He had heard an unfiriliar call, one from a mare that was in neither herd. He could smell her, he could smell little scent of human and no trace of stallion. He wanted to check her out! So he picked up his hooves and galloped as fast as possible, faster than in a race and over more brutal lands too. Slowly he was improving his stamina, just by wandering threw his lands. He was close now.

The magnificent young dun stallion galloped toward a distant speck, seemingly the mare. A welcomeing hello call flew into the air and danced toward her. He then slowed into a canter but hardly masking his excitement. She was seemingly not a purebred, she was far too tall for the clearly present Mustang in her blood and the structure or build reminded him of a certain pain in the backside best friend... Peligrosas. It made him cautious. "By any chance, your not the mare that let rip a call ?? are you ?!" he said with a sarcastic tone and smirk on his maw.

Rosemont was now in a seeminly comfortable few metres away from the beauty. He had still kept a distance from her. "So whom might you be looking for, stranger ??" he asked wearing a smile. He stood tall at around seventeen hands but that was nothing for his Thoroughbred seemingly purebred blood. He was still hugely built, muscles even more buldgey since the move made to Rocky Mountains but he liked it afterall it was readying him for a fight with Tiger to determine the position of lead herd.

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[Dusty's Girl]

Her ears flicked slightly at the stallion that had answered her call. A bit young to be in the wild, maybe a halfbreed like herself then. He was certainly tall, but then again, he was a halfbreed. She snorted softly, her head upright and rather lovely. "Of course I made the call. I am the only mare around here, am I not? But stallion, who might you be?" Her voice was musical and flowing, her accent Irish Brogue. Her body moved lightly as her hooves danced over the ground. She pranced slightly before rearing into a half rear, her muscles gather and releasing with gentle ease. Her fore hooves graced the ground once more, her ears slightly flicking back and forth. Irish Remedy was no mare to trifle with, but this stallion did intrugue her. He was young, but did he have a herd at all? And in this mountainous region? Surely this was no place to keep a herd, even if it was a tiny one. Her attention was turned to this dun stallion, awaiting.

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Rosemont was certainly intrigued but still he thought for what was best of his herd. He thought though that it was only good manners to speak with a geust within the lands, afterall she was a mare it would be a different matter if it was Tiger or another Stallion. "My name is Rosemont" he knelt his head down lightly as if caressing the breeze. He did not tell her of his past, she need not know that and no doubt would not understand. Continuing he spoke softer, "Affraid your not the only mare around these here parts, in fact not long ago a mare's call was herd in my neighbours territory. And I have my foals and herd that are awfully loud." he smiled. She had a strong accent that he had never heard before, his was rather english/american here she was with neither ... it did intrigue him immensly. "What might your name ?? seeing as you know my own calling." he smirked sarcasticly. Muscles buldging everywhere on his robust frame. Soft features made it clear that he was not dangerous and made him look even more inviting and handsome. His movement and speed was impressive. And his herd was something to be proud of. But these lands were not his home, not unless they had stables and a racetrack. then again my whole territory is like a big racetrack if I follow through the valleys ! he thought to himself amussed. Rosemont waited for her reply ...

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Her hooves moved slightly on the terra, her ears upright and listening. "Tis a pleasure to meet you Rosemont. I am Irish Remedy, but please do call me Irish." She let her tail fly behind her slightly as she let the rest of his statement sink in.

"Indeed another call was heard near here, but it was rather far off. And if your herd is noisy, it is not a problem at all to me. I have come from a rather large herd myself." She moved slightly, his voice different than hers of course. She let her crown dip slightly as she acknowledged his name and such. Her body rippled from the insects, shunning them from her body.

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Rosemont was astounded. This Irish Remedy was talking to him as though she was eager to be apart of his herd, and it made him dubious. "If you are from a large herd then what is that distant smell of Human doing on you ??" he asked, not meaning to be nosy it just made him wonder... it was but an innocent question. "I'm sorry, I know the scent of humans due to being born captive but after years of faithfulness they rewarded me with freedom. Its been years since then." he dropped his gaze from hers at the thought of remembering that young girl he ran for and won those prestigious competitions for. He missed her emmensly but he wondered if she still remains the same, for surely she has grown older as he has too. "I know your obvious breed, Mustang, yes?! but I have never seen an Irish equine before so you must tell me of that larger breed. For like me, being so tall for such a small breed and with such a strong accent too it must be that you have an Irish bred equine in your blood... what might it be?? I like you, have mustang in me... Kiger Mustang but my father was a purebred Thoroughbred unlike that of my mother having but half. Now I have only a quarter Kiger Mustang blood in these veins. What of my foals I dare think !!" he chuckled as he threw his head around wildly.

Rosemont stood tall, muscles covered his entire body and his coat only hilighted them more. Today's sun was beating down on him more than the other days, or so he thought, and it was making him gleam and shine appear like an angel. Of course he was far from being an angel. No insect dare came near him, he wasn't sweating to attract flies, he bit at the air as a warning for them and they all got it. He was just one of those stallions that would give a warning then fly off the rails... obviously the flies knew that better than Tiger!

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[Dusty's Girl]

Her eyes looked over the stallion slowly. It was clear that he knew his stuff, at least when it came to other horses. "Indeed I have mustang blood in me, but the other breed is Irish Draught, a hardy breed commonly used for jumping in the competions. And I do indeed have the scent of humans on me. I was born in the wild, a product of an escaped stallion and a wild mare. But my odd coloring made me prized in my land. The "Bruja" they called me. The Witch. It hurt and I could not take it anymore. I was forced to leave my herd, my stallion and run as far as I could. Indeed, I was captured a few times, but the ropes and fences were never enough to hold me." Her head tossed as she talked to this Rosemont. He was like her former stallion, a lot like him indeed. Rather standoffish and a halfbreed like herself. Of course it was never bad to be a halfbreed when you stood taller than most horses in the wild.

Her ears twitched slightly, the flies hardly landing on her brindled body. Maybe the insects were confused? Or it could be the attitude that this mare oozed, something not to be trifled with at all. She was starting to like this Rosemont stallion and it caused her dark eyes to shine as she spoke to him. The sun, beating down onto her strange coat made it glimmer silver and ebony, a truly unique color for a truly unique mare.

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Rosemont listened attentivly. She had an attitude and he was liking it. He grew a smile, she knew of competitions ... the ones where you won prizes ... he had simply met a mare he could relate to in a slight few messed up ways. "Ahhh, that would explain it. I never really competed in Ireland. I had a stable-mate whom done showjumping, and for a little horse he actually done really well ! Indeed I have never seen such a coat on any such equine as yourself ... it is certainly unique, befiting." he paused, smiled at her, eyed her up then continued. "I see not why to call you a Witch. The mares perhaps were jealous of you my dear, and you will get none of that in these lands... all here have been through alot and would not force it upon the others, apart from a few mindless fights and few cougars that stick to their lands there is nothing to really worry about here." he nuzzled her lightly. "He did nothing to stop you ?! Are you sure he is a stallion ?!! For a stallion should protect his mares even if it means kicking a few out of his herd to get the message across, I have never had to do it but have witnessed it done but perhaps I learned from a harsh teacher. I'm sure that you could fight your way out of human hands alone, I would too unless it was the young girl that raised me." his strong smile turned weak at the mention of his lady. He stopped talking for a little while, deciding to graze for a little moment.

Irish Remedy had an accent that he was partial too. Her coat was amazingly special unique even. She held an ora around her that made him think it of himself to be brave to talk to her but she seemed normal otherwise. Rosemont himself noticed her eyes gleam. Irish was a mare that was deffonantly not to be played with, so was he when he wasnt a studdish charmer. Both of them had goregous coats, but Irish was not only rare but even more so than his own !! No flies landed on either of him... he found it ammusing and couldnt help but chuckle slightly. His heavy weight made him tired, especially after eating, so he correctly gave way his front hooves then shifted his hind legs to collapse comfortably under him. He was laying upright and even then he was still tall. "Join me ... don't think any Cougars would wonder to these lands unless they are really stupid !!" he laughed.

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[Dusty's Girl]

She chuckled softly as he lay down, still rather large for a wild horse even on his chest. She shook her head slightly and reached her muzzle down to him, her nostrils barely touching his nostrils. In a barely audible whisper, "I will join your herd, to prove to myself and the other horses that I am something, that I can do something with my life. My stallion was not partial to me I guess and I will just have to prove to myself that I am perfect, I guess." She blew gently against his nostrils before lifting her head up slowly. Her ears twitched slightly as she looked down at him, her eyes soft and gentle, "Yes, the other mares were jealous of me. Have you seen another horse with this coat? Or this build? Especially in the wild? And what stallion would not want me? But I could say that I do have a home now and a stallion that does care."

So he knew of the jumping contests and he did know of a human love...what else did this stallion know of? Could he prove himself worthy to finally make this mare bear a colt? She was a maiden, never having been bred before, although her unique color was not always sure to breed through. She gazed down at him intently, her eyes scanning his whole body. He was large and did seem well fed. His herd must be well fed as well since he was well fed. But then again, mares take better care of the stallions than some should, so she would have to see just how the conditions were. But this seemed the perfect stallion to make her stand, to find her place.

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Rosemont smiled at her whisper. She was more charming than him, it made his smile turn to a grin. "I'm glade. You are something, alright! But you can never be perfect no matter how hard you try, for the image of perfection changes with time." he said gentle sounding rather wise. Then he chuckled through words, "I have seen a horse of similar build, but a stallion ... and dear friend but a dangerous rogue also. I have been through different lands and it is amazing how many coats you see, even a chestnut can be different in different parts of land. Its rather amusing. Obviously your last stallion wanted you as a prize ... not as a companion." he paused and began to get up. Rather he slipped on a rock getting up, shrugged it off and started to laugh. "I care for any mare that has a place in my lands. My heart. And my herd. You must meet the rest of the clan, affraid we have no name but are known as being trouble makers of the sorts." he started to laugh more menacingly. Pointing his nuzzle toward a valley between two pairs of bare mountains he spoke softly, "Through that valley and up a center mountain through a cave my lands are presented with the best food source and a fresh spring supplying clear clean water. Its beautiful. We've not had any unwanted geusts yet, such as wolves or cougars. Just the much anticipated foals. We have three foals, one with its mother elsewhere, but the other two stick close ... unfortunatly only one out of the two is my own. We also have my first born, now a yearling. We have three lone stallions, one lone mare, three foals, one yearling, one mare and as for my lead she seems to have become rather quiet." he smiled painfully. "You, Irish, shall fit in rather well with this muddled up herd." he chuckled as he put his muzzle out toward her.

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She reguarded him with her soulful eyes, her ears twitching slightly as she did so, "No, I am not exactely perfect. In my eyes, maybe, but in another's eyes, I may have more problems then the next mare. I shall like to meet the rest of the herd, they sound rather interesting of course. And as for trouble makers, I shall fit in just fine as I can be a handful myself." She shifted her weight slightly to rest her left hind hoof, still looking regal. "It seems as if your herd has alot of foals, but why so many stallions? Is protection really that needed here? Or do you not need to be threatened by the stallions and their obvious want of mares?" Her voice held a question, a slight dangerous spark in her eye as she spoke. She wanted him to prove that he could keep her in his herd and not let her be led astray by another stallion at all. Since she did not want another stallion, she did not see how this could happen, but then again, stallions could be rather studdish and rather charming at times. Even if you were a maiden mare in heat.

[spirit1]

Rosemont regarded her with gleaming eyes and a smile."Protection is not needed but you see these stallions do not want a herd of their own and would much want to belong to one rather. To hold pride in one. To be able to fight by the side of another stallion. The stallions were once in a large enough bachelor herd, they traveled far an wide many dropping off to start their own herd, three ended up arriving here and joining my herd. They are great fighters and brilliant company, seeing as I dont leave these lands they come and go bringing back news of other herds and take care of my herd while I go out on a run. They are truly amazing guys!!" he spoke highly of them. "I get no trouble from the youngest pair, they are twins and are very docial. The eldest is older than me, Cody, he is very noble and has his own mare with us ... a special young lady named Frothy Masterpiece but we just call her Frothy for short. Her daughter is just as stunning, Andreas. When you meet them, you will get on with the twins and Frothy the most I suspct. There is no competition between us." he smiled as he nuzzled her gently. "In captivity when I was far younger I had plenty of colts, each one worse than the last. BattleCry, his name says it all ... he loves fighting just for the fun of it and hes intelligant too. Arturio, his pelt is stained with the blood of other equines he has killed ... one in particular his own half brother ! He resides with the Grim Reaper himself, Peligrosas, we have an extremely tight bond and friendship ... his herd dangerously twisted and feared that is why myself and herd are not disturbed by anyone. He is the rogue friend I was speaking of." he smiled.

Starting to make his way to his lands. "We are well protected. But my future is uncertain, as I wish to battle the lead herds stallion for the possion of lead herd, last time I left him at the bottom of a cliff with a gaping wound in his neck before others got involved. He now has a scare and me ... I have a score to settle." he said rather deeply and it sounded dark. "Affraid now, my only wish is to have a line of fillies ... colt for me are an omen, a dark one at that." he said as he began to walk toward his lands. When he spotted a black buldgy built figure in the distance clumsy footing heading toward them both. He could not tell if it was Chace or Caleb, they are afterall twins !!

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[Dusty's Girl]

Her eyes turned at the approach of a new horse, a stallion. "Colts are not always evil, it is how they are raised and who their mother is. Trust me. And a filly could not lead a herd in the wild, it is just not done. A full grown mare may have leadership rights, but that mare cannot breed the other mares, can she?" Her eyes flicked back to Rosemont. "You are not the source of the problem when it came to the colts. Maybe the mares were just not strong enough or royal enough to present a good colt to you." Her tail lifted high once and then flicked it back down, turning her body slightly. She was flirting with Rosemont and she knew it. Her scent said that she was in heat and her body portrayed a strong mare of strong lines. She nickered softly, reaching her muzzle to him slightly. "Why battle another stallion if you are comfortable here though? Being lead of the land is not everything, is it? You mares are still happy with you, are they not?"

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Caleb galloped into sight, at first he was cantering following the scent on the breeze of Rosemonts then when it got stronger he knew to pick up a gallop before Rosemont moved off again! "Sorry for the interuption my King... he paused as he bowed and caught his breath, "Cody asks for you back in your lands, you have afterall been gone for a while sire! My brother has gone to find Star so you need not worry about her." he said with a smile then noting the new lady.

As he eyed her up he could see what Rosemont could see in her, she was unique and beautiful as was his type and she looked strong too! "Forgive me my lady! Whom might you be ??" he asked. He was five years old and maturing which could be heard in the way he spoke while his twin brother was rather quiet. "I am Caleb, I have also a twin brother with me Chace we look identicle so often you cannot tare us apart ... am I right or not Sire ?" he said with pride and a sense of a joke. He then left that sweet note hanging in the blissful air.

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Her eyes peered over the new stallion as she held her head upright, her mane and tail rippling slightly. Her eyes slipped over to Rosemont then back to the stallion, Caleb. "I am Irish Remedy, but alas I can be called just Irish." Her coat rippled slightly as she moved a hair to the right, her eyes still going between Rosemont and the new stallion. Who was he? A lone in the herd? Of course only time would tell that one.

Her eyes followed to Rosemont once more, "Then I guess that it is time that you show me the land that you have claimed? If you want to take me there. Of course I could always stay here and enjoy the mountainside, alone and still wandering..." Her voice held a subtle quality to it, almost serious but joking at the same time. Her tail slightly flickered over her striped back as she waited for the answer from the dun stallion. The other stallion made her wonder what was in this herd that she had joined.

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Rosemont nodded and noted Caleb. He listened rather silently being very regal and royal he only answered when the correct amount of time was given. "Continue Caleb ... run ahead and make sure the coast is clear. And announce my arrival too while your at it..." he joked with a smirk almost turning into a full blast of a laugh. "Oh yes, Star ... haven't seen her for a while its almost as if she has dissappeared!" he exclaimed accidently. Then he turned to face Irish and spoke like a true English gentleman, "You can come or go and wonder ... entirly up to you my dear. I am going to my lands to please Cody and see my daughters." he said looking to the route home then continueing, "Caleb, Chace, Cody ... the lone stallions. Frothy ... the lone mother and Cody's mare. Waterfall, Star, Irish .... the beautiful mares. Light, Sundawn and Andreas ... the loud spirited fillies and Cody's daughter." he said with emense pride.

As fast as the air around him grew silent was as soon as he took off at a fast sprinting gallop. He was making for his lands at his cruising speed. Noting that still Caleb was a little bit infront of him; It did not bother him. A loud call flew from his muzzle; He knew that his heard would hear and recognise the sound. He wanted so much to watch his daughter grow into a beautiful young lady, without getting hurt, but he could not he was too busy building up her future for her. Young Light was very stubborn, free, sweet and stuck up but now she was very kind for she knew she had competition with her siblings although she had her time ... he knew that and she didn't seem to mind being the eldest. She still had yet to find her new sibling, the one even Rosemont has not met, and her half siblings too but she had to find the mares first and one of them was her own mother ... which he knew she would never want to see again !! As did he, he didn't want her near him, Light or any of the herd at all ... he saw it that Diamond lost the right to all contact with them the moment that she left them all, yet he still could not help but miss her and the mares that left him also.

"Keep up Irish !!" he called out to her before throwing his head around wildly and making frantic neighs. Still he was in cruising mode...

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[Dusty's Girl]

Her regal eyes reguarded the other stallion as he spoke and then Rosemont as he spoke as well. Her mane rippled slightly as she shook her head a bit at the urge to buck for a moment. Rosemont had gotten excited about his mares and foals? So he did have a young streak still left in him.

As Rosemont took off running, she lifted up her heels as well. Her mane and tail raced behind her like iced flames as she galloped off. Her mustang blood gave her the speed and endurance that she needed in the mountains and her Irish blood gave her the surefootedness and competetive spirit that she needed to race another horse. Her muscles gathered and released as she ran, her hooves flying as she quickly caught up with Rosemont.

[spirit1]

[[OOC:: this can be closed now ii geuss and all go to Rosemonts terra ... the only thread there XD ]]

[Dusty's Girl]

ooc: kk. I will head there with her now