Posted on September 28, 2012 at 04:59:23 PM by BADR
 He lounged, as he often does lounge, in the quiet comfort of the receding sun, his nose turned down to the sand and his breathing slow and labored- much like a sleep made up of exhaustion and a long journey only shortly before he had collapsed to the earth. Instead, he is all but conserving energy, which is all he has even in the depths of the desert, even with the lower tempuratures in the winter.
Somewhere, in the not-so-far distance, there is movement. The first thing alerting Badr to this is the soft, shifting sound of sand, as though a heavy whirlwind had been summoned from the skies and sent for him- this is what brings the stallion’s head around to stare in the direction of the oncoming woman, awkward in her steps across the sand, but managing well enough. She moves pell-mell for a few moments before reaching him, hooves turning in slight degrees and keeping the sand from clouding his vision, but allowing the blonde maned stallion to look up at her before hearing what she has to say of the moon. This brings the smallest of smiles to his face, tugging slightly at one side and then disappearing into a firm line as the smile travels across his face, stopping at the other side of his mouth. “You did not ask.” He says firmly before rising, still standing scant few inches below Jezibelle’s shoulder, but appearing more at home in the sandy sea than perhaps anyone before him- so Badr should like to think. “The moon is a frequent visiter of the dunes- I imagine her light is plentiful all across salem.” His voice is smooth as he speaks, turning his body slightly so he can easily see the sun setting in the corner of his eye- and the sun’s eventual drop would signal the green light that allowed Badr to speed on to the next oasis, which he had hoped to reach before the next morning. Though should his company remain, he imagined this particular oasis would hold them for a while longer. “And her midnight chill does not bite.” badr The unmoral vigilante. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle October 17, 2012 at 07:08:58 PM
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