It all started here.
Where wild animals, unburdened by the hardships of the human world, inhabited by only a few and the most remote from civilization corners of the planet, which are far the Australian Alps.
In the high mountain country in the Cascade Mountains, the vast forests, which for many years were home to animals and birds. There are also herds of grazing wild horses.
Law of the Mountain Country is a huge Golden-brown horse named Araman. Its territory was near the mountain called eagle Mountain. He had in his herd of milk-white pet named Bel-Bel. Origaudio fourth foal.
And then according to the Cascade Creek was the territory of the formidable and mighty horse.
Broly.
Large young stud, great body. Flexible, very strong. Its kind of terrible instilled in the hearts of the subjects of the admiration, respect and awe. He: harsh, angry, obstinate fighter, tirelessly sought their goal but fair.
It was spring time...
So wanted to relax in the sunshine bask in your favorite place to swim in the dust - that's my favorite moment Broly.
But today he was not destined - it's spring, it's time for mating and for the little offspring. And no outsiders here, too, will not do. That means he was aggressive and dangerous.
It was necessary to protect their possessions during this period, more serious than ever.
All the herd is valuable. As mares as foals. Even a few males who obeyed him.
But the most valuable of all these was one Kaur-red with tan mane and tail Mare, with brown eyes and a star with a narrow blaze and a dashed white between the nostrils. Clio.
Klio is his eldest wife, that commands all, as he is.
She couldn't go long distances without a break, she's often tired because of the big belly. Who said that the wait is not long. The herd had four pregnant mares. They, too, were waiting for the kids. Father was the leader of the Brolga.
Clio. -approached her Brolga asking. -Are you healthy?
She sighed smiling, rolling his eyes. What's he so worried about? Because it gives offspring.
-Uuu. Aha ha ha... of Course, dear. In the end, horses are often born foals.
-Well, well. said so Brolga and went to conquer the mares free.
Brolga have been many times father children Klio. But he wanted the unborn to make his heir. So he was worried for the condition of the Clio, as if it were their firstborn. Though he didn't show it.
And here, in the evening, at dusk, all the mares become mothers. Brolga got acquainted with everyone.
But something here was not in abundance.
-What's the matter? asked the Brolga at all. -Where's my baby?! Where Clio and foal?! -ordered Brolga to answer for themselves.
Clio. Your... Well, your wife is here. But gebk... -said someone from the herd. -And no...
-What do you mean "nope"? -did not understand Brolga.
Well, it happens... rarely. But. Happen. -said one Mare.
Brolga found it under the ledge on which he majestically guarding their possessions.
Her stomach was still large, about she was a foal...
Clio. What is it?
-Do not worry. -she answered him quietly. Tomorrow he will appear, just pripodnesla.
Brolga snapped. Went to Clio, silently rubbed my nose against her nose. Then her stomach whispered.
-Hey, there. You come on don't be long, we're waiting for you. See thou do it not your mother hurts, when you see the light.
Hey, Clio. You just got up? -smiling, said Marie, when the chief approached her.
Klio always got up early with Brolgas.
-Not really something. she confessed. -Sleep disturbed last night.
-Frustrated with life? -sorry Marie friend. -Don't worry.
Easy for you to say. Clio muttered under his breath and started eating her grass.
Not yet heard Brolga calling for her. Approached him at a gallop.
-Take the herd to the other shore of the lake and stay there until I get back. 'he ordered her.
She looked at him with excitement and asked.
Why? Where are you going? What's going on?
-In our territory is a strange stallion, I have to get rid of it.
With these words he rushed at a gallop. Clio followed him with her eyes until his figure disappeared behind the trees. Then, sneer, went up the hill. Had to lead the herd to another part of the coast.
Stomach bothered her and prevented to run fast. She snorted and threw back his head back, trying to escape from the irritation. When the herd was in a safe part of the lake, she felt a sudden and terrible flash of pain in the abdomen.
She called as loud as I could for Marie. She very quickly turned around with her cub.
Clio looked at her and said quietly.
-Look for the herd... I can't right now, I think I'm about to foal.
-Finally! Good luck. -said Marie.
Clio lay down and waited. It was surrounded by several girlfriends to support.
Brolga returned victorious ago.
However, something he did not like.
Why so quiet?
The horses voice sounded muffled and even a little frightened.
The leader proudly walked into the crowd. The heads of all immediately bowed in obeisance. He saw in their eyes a panic.
Yes, what happened?
Brolga came to the place in the center of the horses.
Clio was lying with a small foal in the amoeba, between the rear legs.
Well, what's this?
-What happened?! uncomprehending Brolga exclaimed, his eyes bulging.
All were silent.
Well... So... Sometimes... Rarely. But... maybe... -said one Mare.
WHAT?!
These words in the silence sounded so loud that startled all sank.
Brolga in horror looked at lying! The meaning of these words reached him slowly. No. Like this? Why?!
-NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!
Echo mountain tops picked up and spread far wild cry of despair...
Three months have passed, since that sad moment...
Now the leader was not close to anyone...
How could this happen? How could the foal be born and once to die? How could Clio?
What's bad: love contains both honey and gall.
But with time, many things are forgotten. And the background recede.
Brolga almost forgot about the accident. Ahead of so many important things. It was necessary to continue to live by yourself.
Memories of Clio were dimmed with mist.
But! Despite this, Broly needed must the family.
The confusing and complicated. -growled Brolga from his ledge. -There's nothing. Oh, Clio. As this is all your fault.
No, he will not choose worthy here. He knows them all and none of them good.
It is necessary to look somewhere else.
Can go to Aromano and take Bel-Bel?
YES EXACTLY! BEL-BEL! Here's one which will be a wonderful decoration! The beauty of Bel-Bel is superior to the beauty of clea. Yes, Bel-Bel in the Mountain Country is very famous for its: a suit, wisdom, speed, agility.
Brolga and headed towards the territory of the king.
He was already from the trail that people were pushing their cattle, suddenly froze on the spot. Hearing the whinny of a Mare.
He peeped her, but in vain.
Again, the voice.
And two more, and the voices of the people.
PEOPLE NEARBY HORSEBACK RIDING! We must leave immediately. And as a wise horse, the Brolga turned and ran. But, he suddenly wanted to find out the owner of that voice.
He jumped closer, hearing the sound of the inheritance.
Suddenly he froze from what he just saw.
Two men on dark horses going in the direction of the hut of a Dead Horse, and followed them with a mountain of things all black piebald Mare.
He slowly followed them, making his way between the trees parallel to the trail, not taking his eyes from the piebald horse. So he had not yet seen.
Riders, sleepily swaying in the saddle and not even heard their horses neigh, noticing more often the wild horse.
After watching for a bit. He returned to his herd.
But the idea of the peg pretty woman never left him. And he went back again, looking off the cliff between the trees.
-It's beautiful. Wonderful, charming. A horse to be in the pen and be the servant of the man is simply impossible.
Black head, chest, left part of the rump; on his forehead a white star, all the rest white; black hair with pale tips to the middle.
And she tied a long rope and small pole.
He wanted to take a chance and sometime to get her, but a man came out. And Brolga, without hesitation rushed away.
That night, Brolga again appeared there. Waited in the hut off the light. Sniffed, listened. Like anything.
After waiting some time, went on the open area to the side of the yard to the paddock. One was the two horse riding dark horses. And in the other one.
Slowly approaching, he called out half asleep.
She looked up in surprise, scared and whinnied softly, slid his feet.
-Quiet, you! -Brolga told her. -Well, Hello.
Hi. -hesitantly she answered. -Who are you?
-I'm your secret admirer.
-What are you doing here? -puzzled asked the filly.
Me anything there is certainly no need.
-You wild, run away quickly, you're caught!
-Come with me.
You? -did not understand his Mare. -Where are you?
-Into the wild. You're free, you'll do whatever you want, run to me, run.
-Here's another! Gotta go with savage! -outraged Mare.
-Don't shout! -he uttered a low hoarse grunts, trying to be gentle with her. -I the mighty Brolga! And if we compare with your buddies, I am the leader.
Is supposed to impress me?
-And you already had stallions?
-No. -a little sheepishly replied the Mare.
-How interesting. I thought the whole... um... virgins simply does not occur. It turns out they are still there! Wow...
The Mare nervously gulped and stepped back six paces. This wild stallion is meant?
-What's your name by the way?
-Cleo... -whispered.
-Cleo. how about repeated Brolga. His eyes turned colder, it seemed that he was looking somewhere through her, and sees through. -So why do you have Cleo, there was no one else?
-Is not wanted. quietly whispered to the Mare.
-So you waited for me. -probably in the affirmative he said, and added. -So I want to be first! You...
Cleo stood from heard on its hind legs and waving the front yelled.
GO! FAST! SAVE!
And the cabin door opened! Brolga started and ran, hurrying to hide behind a rock. But still a man with a beard saw him. He ran up to Cleo and put my hands up, trying to calm her down.
'Hush, girl, hush! Calm down! All over! -she began to come around. -Well, well. -stroking the master of her muzzle as she sat down and allowed him to approach. -Hush... Hush... Everything is calm.
Cleo was at a loss... the Nerve! The phrase "I want to be the first," she involuntarily shivered. Wow! He wanted her for yourself. She knew what are stallions, but that's that. Yes, some savage!
-He will return, it is clear now. -the man said when he realized the situation. -He likes you. But I won't let him.
The horse snorted at this.
-Have you noticed that Brolga is talking to himself? said the grey Mare with black hair, brown eyes, with a diamond on his forehead, reaching below the eyes, bangs slightly covered his, on the front legs markings to 1/2 pastern (polpetti).
I'm sure he decides to choose for himself. suggested brown Mare with black hair, brown eyes, on all four legs marks to 1/2 pastern (polpetti).
You know, Clio is long overdue to be replaced.
-She had to give place to a more worthy leader. -I agree with my friend Mare.
Brolga and all his talked.
-"How could I before it to argue?!" I - Brolga! I'm the Almighty! I always take by force what does not obey me, and I asked her how the hell some youngsters! More I can not humiliate. I will get it, even if I get caught!
And this Brolga, without explanation, quickly took everyone to a safe place.
-Let his heart will not go against reason. -worried Marie.
-I do not understand. said the grey Mare with black hair, brown eyes, with a diamond on his forehead, reaching below the eyes, bangs slightly covered his, on the front legs markings to 1/2 pastern (polpetti).
-What he wants to do? asked yourself one foal.
But Brolga heard him. Is anyone of you! -blurted it before I go back to the hut.
He didn't want to accept the refusal of the Cleo - her beauty and grace captivated him. And he WANTED to possess it. Although it belongs to the people.
-She will be mine. -he promised himself'.
For three days comes back. Three days of hiding their risks to freedom, watching the cliff behind the trees, behind this young piebald Mare, tied a long rope to a small post, trot running in circles. For three days he was painfully trying to get this Mare yourself. How to get to your herd. He wanted this, desperately wanted this young beauty here also fled among his mares.
But every day was standing next to the man. He shouted approvingly, sometimes waving the whip a few inches from the ground. He did not depart from the Mare. Stood near, approached, watered, again retreated, and then threw off from the post the rope and led the Mare into the corral.
But the man soon made a mistake. What Broly was good.
He put on Cleo bridle with the bit, put a halter and led her into the open, to train.
From the hut came the voice of the second person. Brolga stress twitched his ears.
Hey! Come here!
-What?! the first answered and tied the halter to the paddock, went up to the cabin.
He left. Left must be, just for a few minutes.
Broly have at this moment escalated all the senses and instincts. He rushed at a gallop to the Mare.
Cleo heard the banging of hooves, the hoarse breathing, and turned around.
-AAH! in horror she cried. -It's back!
She was scared, she was very, very scared! It is not separated from the wild stallion absolutely nothing! No walls, no shelter, no good man, there was nothing between them! She began to try to break away, beat feet, shook his head, turned away! Finally we ripped the leash and she ran. Brolga her.
-Come on! -roared terribly at her back.
He drove her from the hut on the hill, hearing the curses threats. When they were already over the hill, there was a battle between people, but what does he care?
-What have you done?! Well, you're stupid!
Hey! Yours, Sam answered!
-Who's left?!
-Did you suspect it and yawned!
-Do I have to buy a pack of horses to ensure that their I took?! I now ride things?!