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02-02-2014, 01:17 AM
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Zenobia does not seem the least bit cowed by my attempt to quiet her, but I fear that is simply the nature of the beast, in her case. With Gaucho as her father, I would be surprised if she were anything but headstrong, so all I manage is a mental sigh as she continues to leap into the conversation. I am not pleased, though; Ampere is making me decidedly uncomfortable and somewhat angry, though I am not one to fall to such rash emotions. I frown at her, my brow furrowed slightly as I study her, trying to get an idea of where she came from and why she is here. "No," I admit, "I may not know everyone in my herd, but our territory imbues us with a very distinct scent - one that you, my dear, are lacking." Her mention of Gaucho triggers a switch in my mind as I remember the lustful gaze that she had set upon me not so long before; fury and jealousy flood my veins, boiling my blood. My eyes narrow and my auds flicker back momentarily. Zenobia proclaims proudly that the primitive steed is her father, and again I sigh to myself for her loose tongue. "I do know Gaucho - he is my mate," I say, both pleased with and hating the territorial nature of my voice. "I have not seen him, but I'd be happy to tell him you stopped by." I will do no such thing, of course - but to be honest, all I want is for this electric blue creature to get away from me, my child, and my stallion. If I can even claim him as my own. "Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
