Posted on August 9, 2012 at 06:20:33 PM by BADR
 He doesn’t know what to do.
For a few moments, Badr reflects back on his previous life, when herd life had been something he avoided like the plague, and he imagines that his lack of understanding for women had been the main repellent for the family life, and that he had preferred to stand back whilst Vesti went into the water. As she had brushed her lips against his cheek in quiet reciprocation of his touch, he is taken back a bit, and watches her for a moment before he follows after her, instead of charging into the water he lingers carefully on the edge, walking just around the water and stopping to stoop his head. Certainly, when he had been younger, mares did not so much as intimidate him as confuse him to no end, and even know he finds that he still wonders what is bouncing around in the girl’s head, even as she crashes through the water, with droplets spraying up against her skin and, no doubt, cooling her. Badr never took part in such frivolous actions, as water was made for drinking, and there were times when he wondered about how limited the water was. Leaning forwards, the stallion licks at the water for a moment or two before pausing to speak to the mare. “You should stay up tonight. It’s nicer at night…” 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 August 14, 2012 at 06:51:46 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 16, 2012 at 06:12:10 PM
- x. - By badr August 28, 2012 at 08:21:24 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 16, 2012 at 06:12:10 PM
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