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Posted on January 29, 2013 at 10:28:06 PM by el aran
Of all the things El Aran had been accused of, lying was the least remarkable insult slung at her. In this instance, however, she could not even piece together where her words had come across as a lie to the stallion before her, and she dismissed it as just another weird quirk of his, just like his lack of reaction to anything physical. Her ears did not lift as he spoke, and her gaze remained hard. It was clear they would be butting heads during his stay in the Desert— for El Aran assumed that Renaissance would eventually take himself elsewhere just like every other horse she had encountered on the Islands of the Lost. Either the elements would claim him or he would disappear. El Aran didn’t care which; she could wait.
She lifted her chin a notch higher and flagged her tail, the last a habit acquired from her mixed bloodlines. Renaissance might have thought he held power, but he would see that his influence reached only as far as the herd allowed it. He could bring as many mares as he liked back to the indifferent, wretched sands that allowed for no wasted movement and demanded every last bit of a horse’s strength and cunning, but if his herd rejected him there would be little the stallion could do about it. El Aran would see to it that no mare in the Desert would be forced to carry any of his foals, and that they would not be bullied or tormented in any way by the stallion. Having heard him out and given him as much respect as he was due —which was very little, despite all his polite posturing— El Aran stared at him a moment longer and waited for him to leave. When it became evident he had no such intentions, she uttered a light snort and turned to present her hindquarters to him. It was in no way a sexual maneuver, and displayed her disdain for the chestnut tovero without words. She kept one ear quirked to follow his movements and the opposite hind hoof cocked and ready to kick out should he come any closer. The rest of her attention was given to her son. Her statement made, the black mare of the desert strode forward to resume her life at the edge of the pool in the oasis. el aran
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