[.Lionhearts and Misfits.] Posted on May 19, 2015 at 10:07:23 PM by Al-Sarim
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There is a tale and it is well known, of the misery that life might bring…
But also of the rewards to those that endure and persevere,
For where there is sorrow there will be found great joy.
They were hopelessly adorable the stallion thought as he tossed his head and grunted. The names of each filly were committed to memory: Foxglove and Firethorn. The one that spoke, Firethorn, seemed the one in charge and the other Foxglove a tad shy. "Weird is merely a perspective my dear Firethorn." He winked as he said this. Then there was their white knight and Al-Sarim turned to the hellion and tilted his head likewise acknowledging the young sahib's name as Nephilim. It did not hurt him that they perhaps appeared shocked or completely bewildered by his appearance…these were mere children yet in a world that sat ready to devour innocence. He had been as they were once…there was a life before all that had happened, before the desert and before the islands. These young ones had yet much to understand of the world, and the dark bay merely wished to greet them and converse for a bit.
It was interesting to note the youth Nephilim was perhaps adorable in his own light, still a boy in many ways just coming to understand a "grown-up" interaction with the fairer sex. Thorns pricked when the hellion gathered voice to ask a question which won him a smile from Sarim before he replied. "For now you could say, I have been dwelling her for some time now. I hail from the deserts far away from these islands, a land of mystery and magical tales and where the desert born worship their sacred stars. And where might you be from my, young friends?" He waited for response. The brute from the desert had been drawn out to the islands seeking his own destiny, the desert had healed him and returned him to the world. In Salem he had found he had little taste for their struggle to retain pure bloodlines. He himself was not a pure desert born son, but in many ways he had come to understand there was more to greatness than just blood. Sarim considered paying them a visit in their respective homes…he was after all seeking a land to take over.
"I had seen you come with a stallion my dear ones…why does he leave you here in the open like fresh meat for the dogs?"
Stallion|Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke|Seven Years|Dark Bay|16.2hh|Dark Brown Eyes