Posted on July 14, 2012 at 08:41:50 PM by BADR
 She skims past him to meet the water’s edge, leaving the stallion behind in the smallest cloud of sand and dust. He does not mind this, instead keeping his distance and feeding quietly off to the side as she fills herself, occasionally tipping his head to the side so as to peek at her out of the corner of his eye and to ensure that she doesn’t gorge herself and get sick.
The water is warm here, not cold or chilled as she is accustomed to. It smells fresh though, fresh and clean, and while this oasis is much smaller than the one that should hold the meat of the herd, it offers enough food and drink for a small group for a fair length of time. It is, however, the last stop before the larger oasis, and here is where Badr oft spends his nights, fuelling up for the long trek to the next destination. Ah, but there awaits green grass, clean, fresh water, shade, and all sorts of living things. He had seen a sandpiper once, darting amongst the sand dunes and looking as though she had to be somewhere important. She had quick legs and moved rather beautifully, following the crests of the dunes with ease, and walking where Badr should have found himself unsteady. For some days he had followed her track she left behind, with little three-pronged Y-shaped footprints taking him to some faraway paradise. The stallion did find the little bird, some days later, having been caught and devoured by a jackal who was perhaps on his last legs. There was little left to the small bird- just one torn up wing and the remnants of her face and beak, otherwise she had been picked clean. Badr would hate to see what a group of hungry jackals could do to a tired horse. Ah, they would feast for days. While small animals are in abundance here, the flaxen haired man had yet to see the larger folley, knowing that there must have been some sort of antelope or wild cat that would threaten to out-eat or eat the herd. He wonders if starvation would be worse than being hunted and murdered by a predator. Ah… the thrill. Turning his head to the side again, he watches the girl, certain that she will regain her strength once she has eaten and drank, and then perhaps he would guide her to the larger oasis. His little paradisial kingdom amidst the great golden slopes. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 20, 2012 at 11:50:43 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 25, 2012 at 03:26:22 PM
- x. - By badr July 31, 2012 at 06:33:28 AM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 25, 2012 at 03:26:22 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM
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