Posted on July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM by BADR
 The desert grass was an acquired taste. Badr did not complain for the food or the water that was supplied to him by his home, and often he did not devour enough to satiate or fill him, just enough to quench his thirst and to stop the rumbling in his belly, and he would be off again. The desert had made him strong, and he had grown lean and muscular under the sun. Perhaps the desert was for those that were strong of mind and body.
Perhaps this is where he began to feel a semblance of pity for the mare. He doesn’t pay much attention to her as she eats and drinks, but as she splutters a little at the sentiment of the water being warmed by the sun, Badr turns his head around and really looks at her now. Suddenly surprised at the words she called out to him, even if rather quietly. “You got a name?” He wonders if he should dignify her with an answer, and as if contemplating whether or not he should reply, he shifts his weight in the sand and replies with a question of his own. “Do you care?” With his voice flat, he sounds more indifferent than anything, and he assumes that she is only asking as some sort of formality. Turning around once more, he starts heading towards the larger oasis, assuming that they should reach it by nightfall, and then the woman would get her satisfaction in a cold drink. The water had a habit of cooling quickly once night fell. “Come on.” He says again, rather flatly before heading towards their second location, where he could break from the mare and get some sleep. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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