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Posted on December 16, 2012 at 05:15:00 PM by el aran
Her bite had been stronger than she expected: blood filled her mouth and she released her hold on the stallion in utter disgust. The hot, coppery tang that coated her tongue was vile and she wished for water to wash it away. But there was no time to consider her discomfort, for the stallion squealed and lunged for her throat with his own teeth. It was so like an Arabian she could have laughed as she flung her upper body up and away. As his teeth close on the skin at the base of her neck, closer to her chest than her jaw, all she could do was thank Aşk he had not been able to close her windpipe. She had no desire to experience that horrific suffocation a second time.
Still, the bite stung and her skin felt sore as she lowered to stand on all fours. The stallion tucked in his head and she snorted, ears flat and head snaking toward him in hate. She couldn’t stand Purebreds, and this was the closest contact she had had with any one of them in years. Her anxiety thrummed ceaselessly through her blood. He stepped forward and she backed away to retain her personal bubble. The thought of being touched by him again dismayed her, and she flinched every time he came too near. This was the only reason she gave ground before him. Orhan had not appeared, thank Aşk, but he could be anywhere. He was still young, and she knew how stallions reacted to young not their own. A Purebred, especially, would find fault with the indeterminable bloodlines of her son. The stallion’s sudden vocal expulsion startled her and she jerked to one side, flinging a half-hearted cow-kick in his direction as her dark eyes scanned the oasis for any signs of movement from her colt. Her quick glance proved Orhan was still safely out of sight, and only then did she turn to face the Arabian again. "Get out," she said, noting how his body quivered like a brittle leaf in the wind. Her ears were pinned so tightly they ached. "You are not welcome here. Go back to the Hell that spawned you and perish under the sun. Let it bleach your bones after the wind and sand have flayed your flesh, until your bones are as weak as your bloodlines. Get out." Her repeated demand came between clenched teeth, emerging almost as a hiss. She would not let her son grow up in the shadow of such a spiteful creature. el aran
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