The Arrival Of Man, *Dramatic music*

[Star]

With the weather warming and the snow melting, it was time for the men to enter the mountains. They would come for weeks with their large herds of cattle and dirty smoke.. Of course, that was not the only reason they came.
Brumbies. They made great pack horses, and even stock horses, for they were very nimble, and knew the high country well. Of course, one would have to find a decent brumby that was tamable first.
If it was not for his new mount, Cody wound have been searching for a large brumby to replace his faithful old stallion Bart.
But this year, Cody had barely any use for a brumby, unless maybe to sell to earn Katie and himself some extra cash.
Weißer Dämon. Cody honestly had no hope in pronouncing such a foreign name, but he did try - And failed. After being laughed at continuously by his wife, Cody has resorted to calling the stallion Demon. How was an Aussie bushman supposed to pronounce such a fancy German name?
This new stallion certainly was a great change from his old thoroughbred gelding. Not only did he have a much lighter shade than he was used to, he was also more elegant. As much as Cody loved Bart, Dämon made Cody feel like he was the most regal of bush men - Even if he hadn’t ridden the stallion yet.
Actually, that was something Cody was almost dreading. He had heard the men who had worked on the train talk about the stallion’s temperament in the pub before Cody had gone to see the horse, and the things they said certainly didn’t leave a pretty picture in Cody's head. Could the large stallion even cope with the stress of galloping over the rugged bush land after brumbies or run away cattle in such immense heat?
Nevertheless, Cody had still taken the massive horse, despite his second thoughts. He really only thought about how the stallion would look amongst the dirty stockman’s horses. Dämon wound certainly be a sight to see.

Ooc - Gah, i shall leave it there lol. I lost track of what i was saying

[Weißer Dämon]

Weißer Dämon walked deceptively sedately beside the old gelding as they approached the hut and the yards, but his snort and the backward slant of his ears suggested that he thought he deserved accomodation more befitting of an officer's horse. No matter how many years passed since the war was lost and he had been pulled away from the still body of his officer, he still saw himself in the same light as he had back then - he would forever be the pride of the German forces in his mind, even if those forces had been annihilated and his position made redundant.

He shook his head and planted his hooves a moment, peering about as if expecting an ambush. His blonde tail switched and blue eyes searched the bush, as if he fully believed this human and old gelding couldn't possibly know how to check the landscape for danger. Might there be a soldier in green and brown camouflage behind that tree waiting to shoot? A tank around the corner? Mines, even? He hated mines, had a terror of the ground exploding unexpectedly under his hooves.

But the halter on his head pulled at him and after minor resistance he reluctantly agreed to follow again, snorting and rolling his eyes in contempt and keeping a watch for anything that could indicate they were not alone.

It was due to this that he saw the silver and black tails flicking by the door of the barn, and immediately he felt himself snap to attention. Who was waiting for them? Clearly it had to be Allied forces lying in wait for them! He bared his teeth, white ears flattening onto his poll, but did not roar with rage as he so wished to do - no, he had been trained better than that, he was a soldier's horse and would not give away their position, despite the fact that he doubted the man and horse he was travelling with would know what to do with a hostile soldier if they tripped over one.

His step lengthened and his neck arched, feet flung straight out in front as if he was in a parade again though they made little sound on the snowgrass. Those unknown enemies waiting in the shadows of the barn would pay for their audacity! He tugged on the halter again, this time to go forward, and wrenched at the rope. Did these two fools not see the danger ahead? He could smell no soldiers, no explosives - just horse - but that was no guarantee of safety!



[ooc: Lol, Dämon the paranoid...]

[Star]

Ooc - Penni, did you want to start posting with Star and Thowra here? Since they have been brought into this thread =]