Posted on July 14, 2012 at 06:22:18 PM by BADR
 The sands had been kind to him. They sheltered him, fed him, even gave him water- but it was with slight indescretion that the dunes acted unkindly towards the rest of the herd. The vultures, they ignored him now, only ever circling over him for a day or two as he went about his business, soon growing bored with the desert bred stallion and searching for other corpses to feed off of. They had found the chestnut mare quickly, circling overhead as she fought with the heat and the sand, getting the stallion’s help despite his hard-headed nature, and finding water as quickly as he had shown it to her.
Badr did not worry about the others. One girl, desert bred in this very place, was weak, but she was knowledgeable, possessing the respect for the dunes that they deserved… the other had significant fight in her, despite sounding more like a pain in the ass than an asset, the golden haired stallion was certain she would survive quite long. Of course, he did not expect visitors. As he had grown to be in tune with his home, the stallion can expect the winds to blow carefully in from the shores, pushing the scent of the ocean over the dry lands of the desert and completing the sea-like illusion that the dunes possessed. Today a new smell accompanied that of the ocean, and the stallion’s attention is peaked. The smell is masculine, and not to be mistaken for a woman- thus Badr is suddenly put on edge. His dark ears, they fall backwards towards his neck and his dark eyes push out into the desert, seeking the distant horizon for an unknown silhouette. Of course, there is the stranger, standing like a beacon against the hard blue sky, stepping with relative ease across the sands. Naturally, one would say that the sand was not made for running, but Badr had been born in a place quite like this, thus his legs had earned their seamanship, so to say. Thus, he takes off towards the trespasser, allowing the violent trail of sand and dust to flair up behind him as he charges up the crest of the dune that the stranger had decided to move onto- only now did Badr hear his sudden call, now feeling a flare of anger and the unfamiliar sense of his need to protect his home. Upon reaching the other stallion, he doesn’t slow to greet him, instead charging forth with teeth gaping and hooves flashing towards him, quickly looping around the stallion in a wide circle once he had relented in his assault. It was not the women that he protected, but instead his golden hills. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- Or you called me up, maybe I wasn't home. - By nikola July 15, 2012 at 01:27:55 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 15, 2012 at 02:38:27 AM
- Now everybody needs some time, - By nikola July 21, 2012 at 04:29:38 AM
- post coming<3 - By pierce July 21, 2012 at 04:38:33 AM
- pierce your heart. - By pierce July 21, 2012 at 04:48:31 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 08:07:30 PM
- And everybody knows - By nikola July 25, 2012 at 01:38:30 AM
- x. - By badr July 31, 2012 at 06:32:58 AM
- And everybody knows - By nikola July 25, 2012 at 01:38:30 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 08:07:30 PM
- pierce your heart. - By pierce July 21, 2012 at 04:48:31 PM
- post coming<3 - By pierce July 21, 2012 at 04:38:33 AM
- Now everybody needs some time, - By nikola July 21, 2012 at 04:29:38 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 15, 2012 at 02:38:27 AM
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