He raises his dished head higher onto his neck as his hooves cease to move upon the sands. He stands near to her, as near as he dares. Curiously his ears perk as she not only looks confused but asks if he is alien. A smile spreads across his dark lips. "La, I am no alien... I assure you." He chuckles and shakes out his dark mane, it falls in a tangled mess. "I am Bahadir." He offers his name freely to the pale girl. His paper thin nostrils flare as her scent wafts around him. He wants to take a step closer to her. Her green eyes, pale complexion, and soft voice dare him to take just another step. Yet, he hesitates.

Bahadir wants to know her name, a name that would fit the pale beauty. As he opens his mouth to ask, a thundering roar reaches his ears. His mouth immediately snaps shut as he swings his head toward the source of the sound. His eyes widen in surprise as a feathered beast of black and white thunders across the sand toward them. Bahadir laces his ears into his dark mane. A scream rips from his throat in protest as the stallion barrels between him and the pale beauty. What Bahadir lacks in brawn, he makes up for in agility and brains. He pivots away from the biting teeth and answers back with a double barrel kick toward the muscled chest of the stallion. As his hooves find the sand, he launches himself away from the pair. He takes a few strides until he is safely away from the stallion before slowing and coming to a halt.

Sweat pricks along his shoulders and girth. He huffs. His tail whips across his hocks as he broods over what had just happened. "Aladhi faealah kan yuetaqad 'anah kan." He inwardly curses. How could he just come barreling down? His ears rotate atop his head. He swings his head around to look back at them. He takes notice of the stallions posture as he is probably yelling at the pale girl. Bahadir, you coward. He hates that he had fled. He stomps his hoof into the sand.