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Let there be fire.
Posted on July 26, 2012 at 07:49:14 AM by BADR

Beschea

He travelled the sands much like a fish took to water. So natural was his gait; knees pulled high, hooves kicking out in distanced steps, ensuring that his hooves only barely sunk into the sand, and allowing him the move almost as though he were on solid ground.

Badr had learned to admire the sheer strength and power of the desert. For many days and nights he had watched the great sand storms come and go, shaping and carving the dunes almost as easily as a child could mould a chunk of warm clay in their hands. The golden ocean rolled on endlessly, only ever withering away to turn into a flat wasteland that offered nothing more to stare at but the horizon- and he assumed that there were nomadic tribes that lived there too, no doubt staring off into the great sand sea and scowling at the thought of living there.

They had all learned to survive.

And survive they would, assuming the predators had not learned how to outlive them by eating them, and assuming the heat did not hold a temper that would kill off all its inhabitants within a day.

Meeting the large oasis felt like a home coming- here he would hide himself away during the day and sleep, waiting for the night when he could better enjoy his home without having to worry about water, or the heat, or the need for shade. Though almost completely accustomed to the heat of the desert, Badr was still warm blooded and preferred the cool to the hot. With the smallest shadow of a smile, the stallion turns his head to watch the pair rejoice at the site of water and shade, allowing him to wander forward as well and sip at the liquid for a moment or two before the woman answered his question and broke the silence that had settled between the ungainly splashing of the infant. Quietly watching the girl roll in the water, Badr replies with his own sentiment. “You should stay the night then, at least.” He states before pausing. “There are more things to offer at night.”

Naturally, it had been through swift adaptation that the animals in desert regions had learned to become nocturnal. Through means of hiding from the sun during the day, they had ensured their survival and when the night came they were invited out of their hiding places to frolic and play, adding small birds, bugs, and small mammals to the endless landscape of sand (not to mention the predators, but they were simple enough to avoid once educated). “It’s much cooler, too.”

badr
The unmoral vigilante.
stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed.
ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell.
html & character by Russell
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