True Love Ways

[Laredo]

Zephyr

The past year had been rough with her return back to Mustang, especially with encountering the ghost of her beloved, Drover back in the fall. She'd had such a hard time letting go, till in that time there with his apparatus form there in the Pumpkin patch. She finally had some closure from all of her hurting, and the apparatus told her seek out his youngest brother, Fossick. When she left there, she hadn't been too sure where to look for him, or really what she was looking for. She kind of figured maybe Fossick looked somewhat like Drover. She just didn't know. He could of been completely different looking from Drover. But, she had faith that she would eventually find the brumby stallion's brother. She had to, right?

She walked along side the river, admiring the fast flowing water, and looking for a descent spot to go down at to get herself a drink from the rushing water. This was certainly not a place to make a mistake. One wrong move, and she'd be a goner, a victim claimed by the River. She found a fairly easy path down to the rushing water, where she came upon a whirling deep pool along the bank. She lowered her head to get a drink to satisfy her thirst, slurping up water greedily, and shoved her face in momentarily, to cool off. She closed her eyes, getting lost in her own little world, as the water dripped off her face. She let the gentle summer winds, the sun hitting down on her back, and the sound of the rushing water, comforting her.

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(Ugh. Crappy opener)

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A fool of fools was the least of what people called him. The young rouge black bloke had the utmost daring heart. He's eyed this rapid river for quite some time now, wanting to cross it for just the thrills. Having travelled most the length of it for the last day and a half, measuring up the weakest and strongest points of the river. Fossick made his decision of where to cross and boy would the water feel amazing after the summer's heat.

letting a delighted roar bellow from his muzzle as he final made the jump into probably the strongest part of the river he could find. The current indeed strong and he banged his sternum on a large rock to start with. But that stop the Aussie from smirking as he fought the river. He was going to conquer this whether the vicious waters liked it or not. Fossick lived for thrills and indeed this was a big one.

Hooves and knees scrapping on bolders and rocks, every so often he got thrown into large breeching stones. A few knocking the wind out of him but it was enough to spur him to fight even harder as the furious waters crudely escorted him down river. He was getting ever so closer to the other side which was indeed a step closer to finishing his conquest. Foss didn't fear being swept away for good as death would be another fun adventure, but even so he had strong faith in his own capabilities of being able to reach the other side alive.

It was the glimpse of a gorgeous paled out ruby lass that caught his attention as the rapids pushed him past her on the river. He let out a hearty laugh, the presence of a Sheila gave another burst of energy and desire to complete his crossing. After all what's better than to show off in front of a pretty girl? With his surge of determination the charcoal flaxen brute dug his irons even harder into the depths of the rushing waters. Using ever foothold he could get on the slippery rocks to propel him closer to the river bank.

Grunting and huffing as he extorted all his physical strength against the river beast itself, Fossick was soon to shallower parts as he was beginning to finally rise on the slope of a bank. Glancing back up the river in hope the pretty lass was still there. He pushed himself triumphantly completely up and out of the vicious flowing waters. Slipping a bit on wet grass he took a few minutes to regain his breath and shake himself off.

Needless to say his legs quivered from the strain he'd put himself through, blood trickled from scrapes and cuts. He knew he'd be bruised and sore for a time but he had beat the odds and would live another day for another adventure. Already he felt swelling start to take place on his sides and chest, but it wasn't anything he wasn't use to by now. Glancing up once more to see the lass, smirking as he finally set out following the bank up stream to find her.

(haha might've got carried away but it was fun. Laredo)

[Laredo]

Zephyr

Her little world of peace was disrupted at the sound of irregular splashing in the river. She opened her eyes in time to see a liver hued stallion with flaxen locks, getting swept down river.. and he was laughing, like it was such a thrill. "What a crazy fool." she said to herself, was she watched him get swept down the river. But there was something about him that, made her curious. She found herself back up on the grass, and wandered slowly for a moment down stream, then paused in her tracks. She could just see the stallion in the distance coming up out of the water.

She already had a good idea that he was going to come back up this way to see her so, she'd just wait right where she was. But, wait.. Why on earth was she waiting on a stallion that she didn't know? Was she that desperate? Or was she hoping that this was the stallion that Drover told her to seek out. It could of very well have been. That laugh he let out in the river sounded in a way, like Drover's when he did laugh, maybe it was the accent that lingered in the laugh? If it wasn't, maybe she could get some kind of help, point her in the right direction.

But, she had this inkling, this feeling that this fellow approaching, was him. Fossick. She'd caught a glimpse of his eyes, and they reminded her of Drover. So.. was it him? On the inside, she could hardly contain herself to know, her insides fluttered. But, on the outside, it showed she was  calm and collected, a little restless as her tail swished back and forth. But, none the less she was patient.

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The red charcoal bloke trotted a strut of a champion, ignoring all aches and pains that were slowly coming to the surface as adrenaline was gradually subsiding, he conquered the path over the banks edge quickly to see if the prized red locked maiden was still there. Very much so he hoped, as one of his favorite past times was to impress a pretty lady in anyway, whether it resulted in actually winning the girl or just that cute smile they had. Either way he felt like a winner no matter what. And with great satisfaction did his lupine orbs fall upon the varnish beauty as he peaked over a ridge in the grassy bank, a crooked smirk lathered his mug with delight. As usual his insane tactics had won the girl to at least wait and stay for him, see if he was alive perhaps was the only reason. Either way he seemed to prance a bit more the closer he got. His golden flag dancing in the air behind him as he rounded in on her.  Quite the looker with that paling pelt of hers.

 "G'day miss. Mighty fine of ya not ta run off. Such a doll ya awre, might aye say you awre quite loveleh." Smirking as the deep liver flaxen bloke stopped before her. His chest still raising and falling quite fast with all the excitement, totally ignoring or oblivious to a pretty good gash in his chest from the rocks. Looking more like a bloodied fool after a fight, Fossick was still prouder than ever, eyeing up the lass, "Fossick is what they yack at me, Foss wo'ks fine. A pretteh sheila like ya has to have as pretteh a callin' too I'mma thinkin." Foss cooed in his thickly accented lyrics, perhaps stronger than Drover's ever was, having stayed with his family herd longer. The dark aussie boy smiled brightly with his ever so familiar golden eyes, not realizing that he'd fallen upon his older brother's very mate when he'd been alive. 

Laredo

[Laredo]

Zephyr

She watched the stallion approach her, orbs were watching him carefully, taking in every detail about him. Every bit with the way he carried himself, and attitude reminded her of Drover in his younger years. Those years she missed so much. Her auds perked as he spoke, and she knew right then and there with that accent, that there was no mistaking, it was Drover's little brother Fossick. She felt a big weight lifted off of her body as he confirmed it himself as he introduced himself. Her quest was over, easier than she had imagined.

She smiled slightly, and replied to him. "Well thank you, Fossick. This old mare hasn't heard good compliments like that in a very long time from a handsome stallion." she said to him with sincerity. "But, I do know who you are already." she started out, then paused. She didn't know how she was going to explain this one. He'd probably think that she was just plain crazy explaining that the ghost of his brother Drover sent her to find him. But, what the hell? She didn't know how else to say it. "Well.. I didn't know entirely. But, I was told to find a stallion by your name. Your brother Drover, told me to find you. And your fearlessness I just witnessed moments ago, and your accent gave you away. It was like I saw glimpse of Drover in your soul." she said to him.

She hoped that mentioning Drover didn't bring up anything bad for Fossick. She didn't know how well they'd ever gotten along, or if Fossick eve knew his brother. He seemed like a fairly young fellow, well certainly young compared to her. "My dear Fossick. My name given to me is Zephyr. Tis a pleasure to get to meet you, finally." she said to him.

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