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Posted on February 24, 2013 at 11:18:08 PM by el aran
As her teeth closed on the flesh of the stallion, Orhan’s words echoed inside of her head: Blood of my blood, you are the strongest horse I know. Her son’s praise powered her as she moved through her attack, releasing her hold on his skin as the black horse jerked away from her teeth. Her ears pinned more tightly against his outcry but she did not hesitate. There was satisfaction in feeling her hoof strike the intruder’s foreleg, but she felt no happiness. At least the anxiety that had plagued her for so long every time she fought in the past had not yet overtaken her system. It would when the adrenaline and justified rage she felt drained from her taut muscles and left her a nervous shaking wreck. But that was not for now: at this moment, she was fury personified.
The stallion’s closed mouth knocked against hers and she pulled her head back in case he followed the motion up with a sudden bite at her sensitive lips. The rumble of his voice did not deter her for a moment, and she moved with him when he stumbled to one side. El Aran was prepared to attack again, encouraged by the lack of retaliation from the black stallion. He addressed her directly before she could engage him again, and she stopped short as her chest brushed against his shoulder. The seer backed up, nimble on her feet, and removed herself from easy range of his teeth or hooves. Only the fact that he hadn’t told her the Desert was his was what saved the stallion from an unrelenting attack. She tucked in her chin and flagged her tail to stare at him with her dark, wary eyes. “Thief,” she said. Her ears lifted but did not point forward as she went on, "This land is mine. You have come here uninvited and unwelcome, and leave your stench as if this Desert is your home." The seer pinned her ears again. "Go now." It was an aggressive suggestion, an order she was more than willing to emphasize with bites and kicks until the stallion complied. El Aran was tired of her home being invaded, and even though the intruder hadn’t looked down his nose at her and attempted to oppress her, yet, she did not doubt he would do so soon. Better to run him out before he had a chance to try to control her life. Maybe once he was gone he’d spread the word that this was El Aran’s Desert, and she and her son would finally be left alone. el aran
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- THE e n d... - By (THE) POET February 25, 2013 at 07:21:25 AM
- STRENGTH AND HONOR - By THE GLADIATOR March 2, 2013 at 04:18:10 AM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran March 2, 2013 at 11:19:29 PM
- THE e n d... - By (THE) POET March 6, 2013 at 05:59:16 AM
- STRENGTH AND HONOR - By THE GLADIATOR March 8, 2013 at 05:15:11 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran March 23, 2013 at 02:19:25 AM
- STRENGTH AND HONOR - By THE GLADIATOR March 8, 2013 at 05:15:11 PM
- THE e n d... - By (THE) POET March 6, 2013 at 05:59:16 AM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran March 2, 2013 at 11:19:29 PM
- STRENGTH AND HONOR - By THE GLADIATOR March 2, 2013 at 04:18:10 AM
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