Posted on August 16, 2012 at 06:12:10 PM by BADR
 The daylight was slowly waning, and the stallion figured that there would not be a long wait before the sun had disappeared over the edges of the dunes in the distance and would stain the sky purple before they were plunged into darkness. The blackness of the night would not last long before the moon would rise and stand tall above their heads, illuminating the sands with a soft silver glow and showing them the way under the cover of the cool skies.
Still with his pink tongue darting out to drink from the watering hole, Badr watches the girl carefully as she stands in the water, turning back to look at him and speaking again. For a moment, he is pleased that she has opted to stay up and see the night with him, but then he is still concerned for her sudden change in demeanour, making her unpredictable and unreadable. This made Badr uncomfortable, but he decides to push those concerns aside for now, knowing that he would voice them only when the girl posed a thread to him or his herd. That was thinking like a herd stallion, certainly. Nodding quietly at her words, the stallion sweeps his head to the side, nibbling at the grass that stood near the edge of the water, tasting that it was sweeter and more moist when found closer to the water, and that grazing here would be optimal for those that had yet to grow accustomed to the dried grass that was plentiful in the dunes and standing in shrubs all over the place. He is quietly biding his time, waiting for the hour of sunlight to pass and for dusk to settle into the sky, signaling that night was not far ahead. It doesn’t seem to take long, and as the night nears, the stallion starts keeping a better eye on the sky, finally standing straight as the sun sets streaks of purples and oranges in the great blue yonder. Closing his eyes for a moment, the stallion relishes the cool air that seems to come with the slowly evaporating sun. “It’s already getting cooler.” He states the obvious for the benefit of his companion, once more standing in silence until the two of them are standing in pure black. Certainly, this would make the woman nervous, and should have unsettled the stallion, had he not known the desert so well. In the blackness, not far from the stallion’s right, there is a soft rustling as some desert animal comes to life, slithering into the darkness and evacuating the oasis currently occupied by the two horses with large hooves that were made for trampling. With a soft chirriping of another animal in the bushes to the left, the moon starts to climb into the sky, laying down silver lighting and illuminating the sorrel mare in front of the stallion. While Badr much preferred the desert during the day, he did not miss the allure of it during the night. With clouds rarely in the sky to obstruct the view, the stars cover the sky like a glitter-filled blanket, and the oasis holds the silver light from the moon beautifully. Anyone else would have found the comfort in the night, finding that there were small sounds and movement here and there as the desert came to life. Somewhere, there would be fireflies darting about the taller grasses of the oasis, and to see those nearby would be a real treat. Not bothering to observe his surroundings, the stallion is still keeping an eye on the mare, finally speaking once she has had enough time to observe the desert under it’s new light. “Better?” badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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