One moment, he was standing on the edge of the ocean, with the roar of the waves in his ears. The next moment, a copper stained stallion came out of no where. The stallion's musk was potent, it stung his delicate nostrils. He stomps his hoof into the sand, anger once again filling his chest. His shoulder stings from the raking of blunt teeth across his thin, mahogany colored skin. A bit of crusty blood hangs from the edge of a open wound that runs jagged along his hip. It stings with every shift of his weight. With a huff, he looks at the empty sea, where the pale colored woman had just stood. She had been enjoying the feel of the waves against her skin, washing off the filth from the stallion in the Commons. Now, she was gone.

Bahadır wasn't even sure what to do next. He had been chased from the Desert, with his tail between his legs, like a coward. Dark chocolate eyes wander the length of the beach, he knows that soon he will need water. A single ear swivels, away from the sea and towards the middle of Salem. He knows that within the borders of the Desert there would be water. He was born here, he knew the trails that lead to the water, the oasis. He vaguely remembers what the oasis looked like, but his instincts would never forget.

For a brief second he hesitates. What if the painted beast came back? This causes him to freeze in his tracks. Then he begins to scoff, as he thinks of the man denying him what was rightfully his. Bahadır knew these sands better than that Northern bred beast. He takes one step, and than another. With each step he grows braver. He could make it to the hidden oasis before the black and white beast would see him. He sets off at an earth devouring trot, his hooves send sand behind them with every stride. He sets off with a smile touching his pink lips, his tail flagging out behind him, and pride pounding within his chest.

He stalls at the top of one of the dunes, and casts a backward glance over his shoulder. The sea stretches out behind him. As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, it gives a brilliant show. Dark oranges, purples, and yellows streak across the heavens. Bahadır sucks his breath in sharply. Oh, mother, if you were only here to see this with me. A soft breeze ruffles his dark mane. He closes chocolate eyes, and breathes in the hot, salty air. Mother.