What a wonderful time to play! - Russell

[penguin]

She was bored. In the few days that she had been a part of Orut she had covered the entire ground. Oh, and how she was captivated by everything! What with the relentless mist brought in from the ocean and the mountains making everything so mysterious, she couldn't help but everything awe-inspiring. But there was nothing much more for her to do by herself now, so she found herself gazing out upon the sea as best as she could. The buckskin mare stood out like a saw thumb against the black sand of the beach. Her golden body moved effortlessly across the dark, minuscule rocks. The only thing about her that matched these surroundings was her hair. Her locks of black matched the colour of the terrain, and her dark brown eyes were't far off either. However nothing about her personality suited the atmosphere this place gave, she was far too pleasant and juvenile. What with the colour scheme and the ocean mist, one could very easily be wary of this area. It did appear as though something wicked was going to happen. Not that Harmonie believed anything would happen. This land was as safe as they come. Her visibility greatly impaired here however. Rearing up she struck the air with her hooves, releasing a satisfied snort as an idea popped into her head, one that she had every intention of going through with. All she needed was Russell.

Moving silently back into the shelter of the trees, the mare moved as soundlessly as equine-ly possible. Her brown orbs sought out the familiar stag that introduced her the herd and it was not long before she found his silhouette in the fog. A playful smirk gathered on her lips as she hid her body as best as she could from behind the tree. Her notion was childish, but it was one that she desperate to do. Since meeting this delightful stallion she couldn't help but feel he was all work and no play. He didn't seem to be comfortable around mares either, something that bugged the lass a little. She was just like him, minus a few bodily alterations. She was still a horse though, just like he was. The buckskin mare wanted him to know that. The other thing was that she wanted him to lighten up a little, to know that he could still have fun. Pricking her ears, her lithe figure moved in a wide arch around the brown and white log that loosely resembled a four legged animal, creeping up from behind. She was still several feet away. She doubted that she would have been able to identify 'his' figure if she hadn't been closer before in her previous hiding position. She just needed to wait a few minutes to make sure he was not expecting her. Putting him on edge would also be amusing. He didn't seem the sort to like confrontation. Whilst this was a game to the femme, it would also help her gain better knowledge of what fighting for this land would entail if the need ever arose. She needed to know how close she could get before being noticed to test her stealth. These thoughts mulled over inattentively in her mind until she sneaked closer to her practice mannequin, gaining with every stride and using the trees to shield herself. The woody scent was wafting towards her so she knew he would not be able to smell her once she found the real Russell, and if he was facing the same direction as her dummy.

Releasing a noisy squeal she suddenly lunged out from behind her concealed spot to charge the remaining distance towards the fallen limb, playfully jumping up at it with the intention of lightly nudging its side with her legs. Upon landing her semi-rear she snorted and bounded a few strides away from the disturbed branch, before spinning around in a pirouette type motion on her hind legs to face it. Dust and forest debris were kicked up into the air. Ceasing her movements and letting the airborne leaves settle she watched, her ears pricked and eyes bright, excited. "Got you!" she laughed, resting a hind leg on the floor as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Her harmonic lyrics were energetic, knowing that to anyone standing by she would have appeared a complete fool. She'd tackled a hollow log, and then spoken to it. The lass didn't care though. This was just for some fun to see how easy it would be to get him, if it were the stag she sought. She eyed the amount of disturbed snow perched on the log for a moment, before moving forward to dip her nose in it curiously. She leapt back indignantly when her nostrils were chilled to subzero temperatures, though she couldn't resist sticking out her tongue to taste the frigid white flakes that had settled overnight. Backing away from the appendage on the ground, she continued on her track through the forest to find the stallion, the real one this time not some imposter.

ooc: Soo umm... she's pretty hyped up if you can't tell :3

[Hud]

"Rebel children, I urge you, fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory."

Russell's midday brunch was never forgotten.

He was almost always found in the same place around this time of day - the very center of Orut. Even during the wintertime, the grass here grew better and tastier than any brush in the territory. It was an anomaly, to be sure. It wasn't even the taste that drew the stallion - it was the strangeness of how well it grew in such a dark area. It was as if he came here every day out of respect for the Mother's strange ways in this particular spot.

The stallion's head was lowered as he munched away, a few steps forward being taken here and there. His mane grew long this time of winter, reminding him of his father's rubbed mane. How convenient that was... Perhaps one day he'd continue the tradition as he once had. It was his mother's fault that his mane grew as long as it did.

His teeth champing away, his head lifted at the sound of a familiar voice. Harmonie, he could tell. Russell was proud of her membership. She was one of the few he'd convinced to stay. Content with his fill of the delicious commodity, the stallion began to walk toward where her voice had been heard. His steps were slow and calculated as he swallowed his last bite.

Approaching the mare from beyond a grove, Russell revealed himself easily through the trees. The mare seemed to be... playing? How odd. Russell hadn't known a full-grown mare to play since his mother. It was strange, but refreshing at the same time. "Hey Harmonie," he said casually. "W-what are you doing?" His voice wasn't as shaky as it normally was, he was just perplexed by her actions. Russell's head tilted a bit as he spoke...

TAGS: Harmonie | NOTES: ---

[penguin]

The buckskin equine had not travelled far from the log, only a few paces, when she felt an itch develop on her back. Pausing her stride, the mare's eyes swept over the ground momentarily before she dropped to the ground to roll, legs flailing in the air as she scratched her back on the ground. It was an instinctive thing for her to do because she saw no reason why she should suffer when there was something she could do about it that would only take a few seconds of her day. Squirming one last time, her body moving in an S-like shape, she wriggled onto her front and clambered to her feet somewhat gracefully. Leaves and twigs had twisted into her black mane but she did not care for them, and her tail had been decorated with what looked like a steam of orange-brown leaves. Somehow being covered with the belongings of the forest suited her. It was as though she was part of the land itself sometimes with how she felt in regards to it and how well she had adjusted to living here.

Spotting a familiar lad enter near by her ears perked up and she released a soft, welcoming nicker as her eyes searched for his. "Hey there, Russell!" she called out warmly, her tone indicating she was as cheerful as ever and happy to see him. His slightly baffled tone and the slight stutter reminded her off her initial cause for wandering the forest as he asked what she was up to. She smiled, shaking out her coat which resulted in some of her recently added decorations to fall back to the floor. "Just having a bit of a frolic. A game a day keeps the insanity away," she chuckled, the quote one her mother said when she was a little filly. "Don't you take time out to play?" Genuine curiosity worked its way into her melody even though she suspected she knew the answer. Snorting softly she extended her legs to move closer to the stallion, closing the distance between them until she was only a couple of meters away. She didn't want to encroach on his space and make him feel uncomfortable, and she suspected it would take time for him to get use to her and her antics. Something could be said for endless energy accompanying her love of life.