“Badr.”
The boy that had been born during a full moon, and named just as aptly. He stands across from the other stallion with the sands of the flat desert splaying far out behind him, the small watering hole at his feet and the stars slowly seeping through the dark sky above.
The flaxen maned stallion had seen the other male approaching from quite a distance, and did not shirk in his own presence in someone else’s herdlands as he watched the grullo’s arrival. Sizing up the other stallion, Badr found that he noticed a small limp, one that is not entirely too obvious, but enough to diminish any and all potential threats that may or may not have come from the lead of this particlarly large chunk of sand, and so he continues quenching his thirst until Encantador is closer.
Once he is close enough, of course, and has spoken his short inquisition, Badr answers with just his name before tipping his head slightly to the side and continues. “I come from the dunes… for an alliance.” Of course, that was appropriate. “I wanted to meet the other stallions on the island face-to-face.” He speak honestly, being sure to keep his posture relaxed and, he hopes, he does not appear too entirely intimidating to the injured stallion. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell.
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