Ambiguity was something that the sun-drenched pair prided themselves upon. In their native land, it was not uncommon for one sex to be mistaken for the other, and much of the time, it was a necessity for survival. Their women, while sultry and mysterious, were wild and fiery, mistresses of the Sun and slave only to the mortal coil. The men, tall and robust, were equally spirited and devoted to the master of the sky. As a whole, they knew and cared little of anything but the wind, the sand, and the Sun.

They inspect her openly now, both relishing the wide, seemingly awed stare that they were receiving. It wasn’t uncommon, but they are fickle in their lust for attention and hoard it unabashedly. The male tipped his head in approval of her response, remaining silent however as his partner stepped forward. Her voice, while husky and foreign like that of the male’s, was smoky and raw, brimming with guile and all the wiles that the best females possessed.

“Understandable,” she purred with a smile, “We welcome any who love the sands as we do.”

With her words dying on the wind, the two exchanged a quick glance, translating something between them that only the gods could possibly know. A smile grew on one’s lips as the other’s ears tipped rapidly between half-mast and full attention before they once again faced the third member of their mismatched trio.

“You are quite beautiful, sevgili,” the smoky-voiced woman continued, “Were you born to the sands?”

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sutekh & sekhet
stallion & mare / akhal-teke / buckskin / 16.0 & 15.3 hh / six & seven
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