<font face=times size=1 color=AE8365>FEARLESS ON MY BREATH</font>

Your King Asmodeus
Your Queen ~~Nyimara~~
The Second None
The Herd Name, Name, Name		The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name
Allies Name (Land)		Enemies Solomon (Cove)
The Rules There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue. We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc. The King and Queen have final say in all matters.

FEARLESS ON MY BREATH
Posted on January 17, 2015 at 01:47:51 PM by orhan

☪
ORHAN

With his back to the intense heat of the sun, Orhan stood atop a gentle rise and let his eyes drift across the length of his home. In particular, they lingered on the high dunes in the distance that marked the border he shared with Olaf. Beyond those hills was A�idah, he knew, and though he should have been happy that the Arabian mare was only a stone�s throw away, he felt only a sour twisting in his gut.

So he tore his gaze away, settling instead on the distant blue-green shoreline while a cool breeze tousled the black and silver strands of his hair. The ocean was beautiful today, reflecting a clear sky free of any threat of rain, yet this, too, only unsettled him. The desert had been granted just one storm this season so far, but even that had been short and stingy. The oasis still held enough water to support his herd for some time, but with the sun beating down and horses drinking from it often, its shores shrunk a little more each day. Winter was the rainy reason � the time when their resources were replenished to carry them through another year � or at least, it was meant to be. Orhan was beginning to worry that they might soon need to find another source of water.

No matter where he looked, he was reminded of something he did not care to think about. Even with his potential firstborn on the way, spending time at the oasis with the mares turned his thoughts toward his mother every time, without fail. He still awoke every morning expecting to see her standing beneath the shade with him.

With a wistful sigh, the stallion folded his legs beneath him and made himself comfortable right there on the rise, with eyes shut and chin hanging just inches above the sand.

ARABIAN / AKHAL-TEKE / MUSTANG - 15�1 - EE Aa nCr - SIX - EL ARAN x ENCANTADOR - SHIVA

I figured she could stumble across him on her way toward the oasis. 8)

Replies:

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin January 21, 2015 at 00:10:35 AM
- FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan February 11, 2015 at 04:34:26 PM
  - �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin February 22, 2015 at 02:10:20 AM
    - FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan March 18, 2015 at 04:23:57 PM
      - �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin March 18, 2015 at 05:27:07 PM
        
        FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan March 23, 2015 at 03:51:11 PM
        
        �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin April 1, 2015 at 01:01:40 AM
        
        FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan April 2, 2015 at 03:18:03 PM
        
        �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin April 4, 2015 at 07:31:29 PM
        
        [x] - By Orhan April 4, 2015 at 10:35:15 PM

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