Bahadir is no fool. He knows that his time in the Desert is drawing to a close. He has spent a few days wandering through the Desert's sands, stopping to mill at a hidden oasis and graze on the few tough grasses he finds. His body is toned, and muscular beneath his taut mahogany hide. He moves gracefully across the sands, his hooves leave behind hoofprints for only a few moments before they are covered with a gust of wind.
Dark chocolate eyes squint against the searing sun, a glint in the distance draws him nearer. An oasis. He picks up a floaty trot, his tail flags out behind him. Delicate nostrils quiver as the scent of fresh water causes his mouth to salivate. Bahadır slows at the water's edge and drops his dark lips to the waters surface, he drinks thirstily. The thunder of hooves reverberates the sands around him. Bahadır head jerks up and his ears disappear into his thick unkempt mane.
Bahadır spins away from the water and trots up the hill. His eyes easily locate the painted behemoth. The stallion calls out to him as if he were a child. Insulting Bahadır.
Bahadır waits for the stallion, his ears remain buried beneath his ebony mane. He paws the sand at his hooves, sending it spraying out behind him. The sands were unrelenting, searing hot, not meant for the weak. Time would tell how long the behemoth would be able to survive in such a climate.
"'Ana huna marat 'ukhraa." He spits at the stallion, as he raises his proud head high onto his arched neck. "Sawf 'akun shawkatan fi janibik." He pauses and continues. "Hataa taeud ma hu li." A promise, an oath. He knows that his words are strange to the stallion, yet he still speaks them. Taunting the stallion.
Translation:
Ana huna marat 'ukhraa: here I am again
Sawf 'akun shawkatan fi janibik.: I will be a thorn in your side.
Hataa taeud ma hu li: Until you return what is mine.
Egyptian Arabian mutt - Bay Rabicano - Stallion - 15.0 hh - Orhan x A'idah