[.Lionhearts and Misfits.] Posted on April 15, 2015 at 10:03:46 PM by Al-Sarim
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Once two souls were enjoying the fruit of the vine which had already become soft and intoxicatingly sweet. The conversed of many things. Then one asked the other who he feared more, the thief armed with his dagger, or a woman armed with her wit. The other fellow did not hesitate to reply: the woman. Laughter resumed again until of course the one's ever alert wife appeared with a rather telling scowl.
The black bay had come to call the open wilderness home, and rather enjoyed living freely and mingling with the inhabitants. Sarim was a traveler himself having only recently come, but he was already highly familiar with the realms: the meadow, the commons, the falls. He had even chanced to explore the outskirts of some of the bachelor realms, though he kept himself hidden. The morning had been promising, as he had discovered a new source for sweet fruits that he might enjoy for as long as the season allowed. From there he had dared to seek other places of exploration. The day was fast coming to a close and the light danced with shadows near the waters and the woods that surrounded. The dark hessian slipped into the darkness and wove the woods carefully. The dead foliage of autumn did well to disguise his hoof falls and he certainly was in no hurry. The virile identified a great many things in the woods that would prove useful to the poet-mercenary. This place hardly seemed in need of his higher skills, which disappointed him so though he kept up his spirits. Fate would reveal itself soon, for it was fate that had brought him out of his solitude. He just had to wait for opportunity to show itself.
Some opportunity did, for as he came across a large and still evergreen tree, he spied a mare at rest. She was not asleep though she seemed tangled in her thoughts. He kept to she shadows with a smile on his lips. The time was right for foals to be conceived, perhaps he might get lucky he thought. Then again, he often thought this most any time and season and about most any femm. A nimble looking bell but at the same time built with natural strength and of his height more or less. Thorns pricked excitedly but he kept his breathing even and low. A woman was the least of creatures to be underestimated…this was knowledge for the wiser ones which he considered himself to be.
"Are you…waiting for your lover my dear?" His voice spilled out gently. He had an exotic accent that had been shaped by the desert born tongue, and his voice was lulling befitting of a storyteller (which he was). At the same time, there was a hint of danger to that voice. He kept to the shadows, the setting sun graciously providing more of them, his dark color keeping him hidden other than his silhouette. "You know in my country…there is a story of a woman left by a tree to wait for her suitor… After saying this he slowly stepped out and revealed himself to the dark lady, whose features dangerously handsome he thought for a lass. Sarim smiled and waited curiously on her reaction.
Stallion|Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke|Seven Years|Dark Bay|16.2hh|Dark Brown Eyes