Posted on August 24, 2012 at 08:27:30 AM by BADR
 Outside and away from the prying eyes of the public, Badr can feel free to touch her. He is not a man that is inexperienced with the wooing or touching of women, in fact he could, sadly, say that he has had his fair share of women. Unlike other men that might shirk at the thought of mixing skins with a stranger, the stallion found that to be a small thrill of his. So, with the girl’s short words of approval in them disappearing into the dunes, the stallion turns towards the sea with a nod, moving away from the dulcet roar of the falls and instead approaching the hiss of the ocean as the waves crash up against the sands of the commons here. The beach slopes gently towards the water, allowing for the two fleeing bodies to enter it’s depths easily, granting the flaxen-haired stallion one last backward glance to make sure his new prize was following and to disappear into the waves.
As the morning light quickly grew to the brunt of the afternoon sun, sitting high in the heavens at it’s peak, the duo of horses meet the beach of another island, greeted by a completely different kind of waves. These waves, they are golden in colder, rising and falling effortlessly against the soft winds that brush beyond the ocean and push further into the land. Badr had grown to find admiration and affection for the dunes- despite their different aspects from where he had been born- they held their own sort of beauty. During the day, even with the sun blasting it’s heat down on the already dried land, the soft peaks of the dunes were smooth, spraying up gentle clouds of sand as the dunes were pushed from one side of the terrain to the other, only to be pushed back again at night. Nestled in between great boulders that retained the ocean of sand were oases that were few and far in between, but easy enough for the stallion to find, with his knack for survival. It was the night-time that the stallion found so irresistible. The sky would become a blanket of diamonds that had somehow been glued to the great dome above their heads, the moon would rain down soft strands of silver silk to light the way for them. The dunes would be painted a very light shade of yellow-white, no longer the golden-red that the sun dyed them during the day. It was like living in two different worlds. As Badr rose out of the waves, moving forwards and away from the sea, he pauses to look back to Chimeras, waiting for her to follow him out of the water and feel how the sun already sucked the wetness of the ocean out of their skins, leaving behind only the salt that would soon be replaced with sweat. The sand king looks at home already in this place, with the moisture bring pulled from his coat and bringing his salt leaden hair to blow around his face in gently clumps. The breeze from the coast was refreshing, and Badr must remember to remind the girl to enjoy it while she can, as they would be walking for the rest of the day and half the night until he brought her to the larger oasis where they could wash their skins of the salt and sand they had collected that day. badr The unmoral vigilante. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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