The Valley
Between the Meadow and the Field is the third of Beqanna’s Common Grounds. A rolling valley is bisected by a broad and shallow river. The grass is thick and lush, and this is a good place for a stallion to live with his family if he does not yet have a herd land.
it’s just a matter of time until we’re all found out
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Posted on July 18, 2008 at 02:18:25 PM by azlaza!
 | “are we growing up, or just going down?” If she was pissed before, words couldn’t explain what she was feeling now.
Anger and hatred bubbled under her skin, pulsing through her veins. It set her brain on fire, and already she had a full-tilt whirl of words to throw back it him. She wasn’t angry anymore—no, the monster inside of her was angry, controlling her actions and thought processes. She was no longer in control of her own body.
Her body whirled towards him, a nasty snarl etched over her face, making her beautiful looks marred and ugly. One foreleg struck out in warning, a swift, fast movement. She rose into a half rear, her nostrils wide and flaring, showing the blood-red interior. Her body finally landed on solid ground, but she wasn’t finished yet. Oh, she had just barely begun! The fun starts . . . now.
She stalked forward until she was only two feet away, then struck out with a lightning fast strike. If she hit him, she didn’t mean it—it was just a warning, to see if he would take her seriously. And he had better—she was really not in the mood for this today. Or any day, rather. But it was fun, letting her inner beast out for a free reign. She couldn’t do it often.
“Never call me AZ, bitch!” she shrieked, murder bright in her eyes. “My name is AZLAZA, you bastard, get it STRAIGHT.” She backed up a step, eyes narrowed in hatred as she watched his movements. “It isn’t my fault, that he didn’t know that my name is Arabic! Not many do! It’s not a common language!” She half-reared again, eyes growing intensely dark. She was really angry now.
“It isn’t Valtiel’s fault! Don’t you DARE put the blame on HIM! HE DIDN’T KNOW!” She bared her teeth now, almost fully transformed. She had no control now. “God damnit! I hate you, bitch! Stay away from me!” She whipped around and raced away, her Arabian ancestry just barely showing as she raced across the flat ground of the valley. She let herself curl up amongst a few trees, shading her from view.
It was there that the tears came.
azlaza.
belongs to valtiel. |
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[[she'll cool down. :P]]
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