-- let the games begin. [KK & open?]

[ARIZONA ?!]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/2wlrbsw.png,true] The spring, oh yay, her no so favourite time of the year was upon us all once again. It was said that the winter time was what made you cranky, the cold days and wet weathers, but not so much for Arizona here. In fact, it was kinda the opposite for her. She enjoyed the winter months more or less, but the few months where it smelled of shitty little flowers, that was something she couldn't be dealing with, or more importantly didn't want to be dealing with. Arizona was just not a girly girl type of mare. Sweet smelling flowers, foals, kind horses were not the type of things that she was in too. If you talked to her about anything else that opposed that, then maybe it'd be a different story for her. Arizona wasn't that much of a complex individual, but she wasn't the most easiest equine to understand in the world either. Just keep it to her not being one of those nice and kind girls and will rip into your body if given the chance. There were in fact a long list of other things that she could do and will do if you set off the anger she had inside, via pissing her off for all the wrong reasons. A lot of that had happened through the life she had been living and those who attempted didn't end off the best looking thing in the damn planet. In worse case scenario, they'd end up dead with her anger being set so high, but maybe they'd allow them to loose an eye, or something they'd need while living on the earth she liked to rule. Not that it said she was some old powerful best god like beastie in the world, that wasn't the case with Arizona. She just had a few issues under her belt that made her a little different from a few other equines that walked the earth. All issues of hers being disorders that she couldn't help of course, but they all played a big part in the life that she led, let's just say that they often got her into a little bit of trouble, sometimes. Other times, she got her own self into shit she couldn't help. This just being the way that Zona was of course. Black daggers trashed forward into the ground that she walked along, making a clacking sound as the hard ground hit against her soft tissue, though hard on the outside hooves. They collided with the hard ground underneath of her, chipping into it slightly in some places as her weight pressed down. Arabian shoulders rolled, sending out her front legs, striking off on the right canter lead. Her front right struck out towards the ground first, soon lifting her off the ground, as her others, left front, and her hinds worked in the same motion just in the opposite movement. Whilst her hips rolled, also helping in pushing her hinds into the ground underneath of her, carried and pushed her arabian bodice up and forward. Carrying her along and forward in the canter pace, moving in the three beat gait, while also carrying her banner slightly, like the Arabians do. Long whipcord locks swished around behind her, as her neck arched, tucking her maw inwards and clicking her maw at her chest in a nasty snarling way. Racing through the landscape, with no one in her opticals, passing by the trees which move passed fast, seeing as she had slight upped her movement gear. Brown eyes scanned around for anything that obstructed into her path, can't have herself slamming her arabian bodice into something now could she? That, if anyone were around anyway wouldn't look nice for any image of herself that she was tyring to give off, being the vain kind of arabian she was. "speech"

[｀KKGIRL]

BAD ROMANCE!


She was going through hell.  Hell, hell, and more hell.  Was there anything she could do about that?  Was there anyone that could help.  I highly doubt that! she thought snippily to herself.  It was Spring time all over again.  Spring meant so many things for the tomboy-ish mare.  It made her want to kick a foal, not that she would.  Her moods were all out of wack and PMS was already settled in.  No one would want to be around her.  No one wants to to be around Bad Romance when breeding time comes around.  Those irritating sexual urges always nagging at the back of her head.  The stallions salivating over your scent, even though you’re hardly in heat yet.  Not even able to flick your damn tail without a stag trying to get some.  Lily almost always told them to go hump a tree... it stands still.

Bad Romance has been called Lily ever since she can remember.  Her mother never seemed to like the name... always favoring Lily, the prettier name.  The overo femora sometimes dwelled on her mother and father.  She regretted ever letting them out of her sight.  She missed her mothers soft, lyrical voice as she called, ‘Lily?  Lily, c’mere, dear!’  As Romance got older, she’d get annoyed with her mother for calling her that, liking Bad Romance because it sounded badass.  She give her mother a look and say, ‘Why don’t you ever just call me “Romance”?’  Her maternal would just smile softly and get a far away look in her eyes.  Tears were pooled in Lily’s eyes, now.  She’d been so enveloped in her thoughts in memories that she could practically feel her mothers touch.

Lily always wore a tough hide.  It was like she had a football field worth of metal wrapped around her true emotions.  She wasn’t like other mares.  She didn’t aspire to have a mate or wish she could be in heat all year.  She prefered the comapny of guys over mares.  She liked to horse around and play their silly little games.  Hell, she even rated other mares with them, but she’d compare them to her own painted elegance.  Deep down, Lily knew she longed for the guys’ attention, but she’d never admit that to herself.  She’d never explain the little thrill she’d get when Flamer would point out that her curves were better than hers or that she had prettier legs than that stocky mare.  But he was in the past.  He needed to be forgotten.  If you never move on from your past, it’ll haunt you till death, her mother used to say.  How right she was... she thought sadly, a new wave of longing and remorse crashing over her.

So enveloped was Lily that it took her a bit to register vibrations in the earth.  Her dished crown turned to look, but found no one.  Must be heading in a different direction... she thought irritably.  She flipped her mane so that splayed seductively over her visionaries and walked forward.  The mood swings were coming stronger than usual... meaning it was about that time for Bad Romance to take a trip to the breeding grounds.  Lily bared her enamels at the obsurdity of that statement.  The thought of going to the breeding grounds without having a suitable male by her side was unheard of; she wouldn’t have it.  Handing over her body like that was simply disgusting and wouldn’t happen as long as she was healthy and capable.

Lily flexed her long legs.  She was a short mare, at just 15.2 hh, a lot of horses towered over her.  But most of her body was leg, leg, and more leg.  She watched the movement of them and sun glint off of them as she moved... again more vibrations.  She stopped with an annoyed snapping of her maw and turned.  A pretty bay mare cantered towards her.  Greeeeeeeat...  She rolled her eyes and stood her ground, readying herself in case the fae didn’t pay any attention.



count : 666 0.o
tags : Arizona & Arizona
noted : Ah.  I like to ramble xD
credited : XOMis of caution 2.0. If you remove the credits I will send the Amazing Commando Teddy bear with an army of Ravenous sporks after you. The lyrics are to I Must Not Chase the Boys by Tata Young

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