~ each day death crawls into my body
Their time spent together is usually silence, except for when he finds himself ramble on about his mother, or his time spent in the Dunes, or his hopes of one day finding his family. His sister remains close and this gladdens his heart. They had wandered the desert sands together - she too was quiet and only spoke when she felt it was necessary. She brought him comfort in knowing that he was not alone.
They stood idle side by side - beneath the branches of the Aspen trees - each one's leaves were dyed in deep purples, bright oranges, and crimsons. They cling desperately to the bare branches in a last rebellious effort against the coming winter's chill. He quietly admired their fortitude, their struggle, and he respects them for refusal to give in to what was to come next. He then draws his attention to her. The way her forehead is delicately chiseled and the way her dark honey eyes gaze warmly back into his.
He bends his neck and pushes his muzzle beneath her chin. A content sigh escapes his whiskered lips. He then pulls his head back so that he may press his lips against the soft skin of her cheek, he lingers there as he draws in her aromatic scent. "Allah yabtasim ealayna," he whispers into the still air around them. He flicks his tail across his haunches idly and cocks his hind foot.
"Would you want to go to Salem? or to Atlantis?" his dark eyes look upon her. He knows that she will be unable tell him, but he still wants to give her a choice.
B a h a d ı r
protector of the way
Egyptian Arabian mutt // 7 years old // Bay Rabicano // Stallion
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