|%|bruja o' hue o' t' desert sands sends a fiery glance t'ward t' demon, lobes slightly lac'd 'gainst skull, snort 'mitt'd from nares, toss o' chisel'd pate given, ebon locks cascading o'er sleek, arabic neck o' she. she 'twas Beta Mare...then how 'twas this steed Beta Stallion? she did not know he nor did she trust he, and Danger hath chosen he as Beta Stallion without her consent? wasn't it her job as Beta Mare to choose which stud t'would be Beta Stallion? femme snorts again, watching t' male closely, ebon banner whipping at ebon dipp'd, sandy hued hocks, still untrusting o' he|%|