Posted on July 31, 2012 at 10:08:32 PM by BADR
 The storms were unforgiving. Standing about the edge of the oasis that he had so recently claimed and named as home, the stallion held his eyes closed against the barrage of sand. Whipping winds and whirling gusts push the thunderous cloud of dust about the stallion and his home, like a hungry beast that crowds over the land, blotting out the sky and covering everything with sand.
It was as if the dunes were alive and hungry for all that lived amongst their golden hills. Badr was used to this, pressing his ears back against his neck and closing his eyes, he had curled his neck forwards, attempting to breathe as softly as he can, feeling the bite of the storm’s sandy winds biting into his skin and cleansing him… scrubbing away the sins. It had been a long while since he had experienced a storm of this magnitude, and for the smallest second, he wonders of the safety of the herd, if the mares had known to head for the sea or run for cover instead of dancing about the winds like he was. And in a moment, all is silent. Quietly, carefully, the stallion opens his eyes. Nothing appeared changed, save for the smallest piles of sand brushed up against the vegetation and the trees, and the thin film of sand that lay upon everything that face the storm and fought against the winds. Thankfully, the oasis is saved, the water still drinkable, and the air still warm. Snorting, Badr shakes, from his body rising a small cloud of dust that had been deposited there earlier. He should survey the lands, but with the lightest breeze, there is the scent of a stallion present. A trespasser. This far into the desert, he does not feel so aggressive. Should he turn the stranger away, they would surely die amongst the sands. So he goes to the visitor. At a relatively slow pace, the stallion moves up a dune, rising to the top and looking down to see the other stallion, standing feverishly in one place, not too far from the oasis, but perhaps he had given up climbing that one last dune before finding the vast watering hole. Stopping at the top of the dune and looking down at the other male, Badr calls out to him. “Did you bring the storm with you?” badr The unmoral vigilante. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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