~ each day death crawls into my body
Her touch is soft and lights a yearning beneath his skin. Each caress of her whiskered muzzle on his mahogany skin causes a shiver to run the length of his spine and a smile to tug at his own whiskered lips. She is a mystery, one that he yearns to solve, but with every moment they spend side by side, more questions arise.
A single flick of her ear informs him that she has heard his words but she remains forever the quiet beauty. His heart quickens within his breast as she presses her body against his own. Her body perfectly mirrors his own - even in hue - they in those moment are of one soul. A smile tugs at his whiskered lips as she reaches across to tug at his forelock - there is a mischievous glimmer in her eyes and a sly tugs at her lips.
As her gaze grows more serious, he understands that she contemplates the options he lays before her. His dark eyes remain glued to hers as she releases his locks and begins to fidget against his side. Clearly, frustation begins to consume her. Immediately he pushes his muzzle softly against her chest and breathes in her scent.
"My jamal," he breathes "Please, do not fret."
His breath is warm against her skin. He would take her with him to Salem, it offers them both a quiet place to stay. The sands are fierce and beckon to him to return to them. And he desires to speak with his sister once more. Maybe, she had heard word of their kin who he hopes still linger on the Isles.
"When you are ready, we shall journey to Salem," he pulls his muzzle from her breast and brings his dark eyes to focus on hers. "I believe the you will love the sand, it is in the blood of your ancestors just as it is mine."
B a h a d ı r
protector of the way
Egyptian Arabian mutt // 7 years old // Bay Rabicano // Stallion
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