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Posted on July 11, 2012 at 11:45:55 PM by BADR
 It’s strange to think that, just beyond a sullen looking ridge of sand, there was a whole new world on this island. Another herd with another stallion, more mares… of course he did not assume that he had the whole of the island to himself, it just seemed to make sense that outside of his tiny little bubble in the dunes, there was not much else happening.
It’s almost hotter here, with the land lying flat and dry as bone, Badr almost feels the discomfort of the heat, having approached from the eastern side, where the back bone of the desert rested up against the edges of the dunes. It was there that the sands rolled outwards and flattened into this painfully parched turf. Ah, but he enjoys the challenge of the dry heat, finding that even as sweat begins frothing at the dark points of his skin, he is still energized and easily comforted by the sun that bakes his mane against his neck and darkens his coat with the sweat. He must had reached civilization by nightfall. The heat gently bleeds away as the chill of night seems in- the air is found to be almost painfully cold, while the sand beneath his ankles still burn. Had the soles of his feet not been hardened to the harsh lifestyle, he would have found discomfort in how he moved over the sand. He is sure to move carefully, quietly, as he is now fully aware that he is probably trespassing, but the temptation of water is almost too much. He finds a watering hole, one that appears to be somewhat secluded and perhaps too far from the ocean to be of much use to the herd, so Badr is not entirely too concerned about being discovered- but he knows nothing about the horses that live here, and whether they are particularly nomadic, or if they should have settled close to a large watering hole. Any matter, once he finds the edge of the pool, he stoops his head and sips casually at the surface, his dry tongue happily drinking up the liquid as it seems to cool him from the belly outwards. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- collecting your jar of hearts - By e n c a n t a d o r July 20, 2012 at 02:20:18 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 31, 2012 at 06:45:03 AM
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- to the sea, the sea of love - By encantador August 2, 2012 at 03:34:10 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 31, 2012 at 06:45:03 AM
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