Silver Brumby, Silver Nights
Part One: Flying Amongst the Shadows
Of all the famous silver descendants of the great wind brumby, Thowra, only those coming from his three important sons or his daughter and her son's family were truly welcomed. With so many mares about his range that he'd owned in his lifetime, Thowra had sired many foals, even creamies. There were few from the unfavoured mares of the stallions that made it into such a respected post amongst their own kind, but Taworri was one of them.
Through the dun coloured daughter of Thowra and one of the many grey fillies of the Brolga's line, Taworri had been a born a dazzling creamy colt to a buckskin stranger from the south, but he'd been the last son born to that filly. She had not been from Thowra's secret herd and had been raised upon the Cascades with the foals of Storm's herd, but the dun coloured daughter had raised her own son well along the course of the Ingegoodbee River with her herd, and he had been untouched by her true stallion, a large black coloured beast with a stripe of white down his face. But when Taworri had reached his first year, unlike his cousin Baringa, Thowra had already disappeared from the world, and he was on his own to figure out the ways of the silver horses he was related to….
The spring light was gradually slipping into the darkness of the evening, and the nocturnal creatures of the bush were starting their general night wanderings. Along the ridges where the river came close to the Suggan Buggan Range, there were the sounds of galloping horses through the darkness. Among the gallopers were three horses that cantered northward, one with purpose, the other two in desperation, straining to keep up. On the craggy edges of limestone that jut out from the many ragged rock-faces along the Suggan Buggan, where it's slopes were littered with gum trees, another horse was watching. Of the three horses running, the furthest was pale and glinting in the moonlight, a young stallion but one that was running in a manner that shielded those around from the sounds of his feet, and he was very fast. Someway behind, and calling his name through her panic, was a little chestnut filly, determined to follow the creamy horse northward. Behind them both was a large bay colt, probably a creature that had thought he'd owned the filly, and now he was chasing the pale horse for it. The watcher snorted roughly, he knew very well why Kalina was heading north, with no word from Thowra for a year and more, many stallions were heading north to find him or take his land, after all there was little competition there now, what with Storm being dead.
But with him going north at least, there was less famous competition for Taworri, and he strolled amongst the shadows created by the sun lowering behind the Pilot and headed toward the nearest point along the Ingegoodbee where he could cross and head toward the Quambat Flat where his uncle and cousin cantered freely. There at least the numbers of horses of odd shades were quite large, and he could at least find one easy filly to join his herd, but he'd have to be careful. With even Cloud, mist, and Cirrus having succumbed to age and there was a new stallion in their place, though both Lightning and Baringa ruled there. But it would take him a good night's journey, and he was forced to gallop as swiftly as a shadow and fly among the shadows to have any luck of reaching the Flat by dawn.
Ok, I know it's quite short, but I didn't want it to be very long at all, it's supposed to be a Fan-fiction, but knowing my luck I'll end up writing a novel of it!
