Posted on October 17, 2012 at 04:30:49 PM by BADR
 Winter had lifted, and with it’s absence came the return of the heat during the day. With the sun beating down mercilessly and the oasis nearest to the sea slowly receding into the sand, the great sand king finds himself wandering all but aimlessly. His hooves drag lines in the soft sand, the only evidence of his being there lying in the long trails that could be followed from the coast to the first, smallest oasis, and finally straight under his shadow. He does not zig-zag across the desert, instead making a straight line in the direction of his destinations- the current direction of his footsteps hinting that he has turned for the greatest oasis, where there is water and shade alike to comfort him.
He relishes the hot sun against his back, imagining that there are dark fingers dug into his shoulders and hips, reminding him of the constant presence of the heat, finding his skin darkened with sweat due to the sudden heat wave that has hit the dunes not unlike a great brick wall. Yet Badr still wanders, nostrils flaring softly as he tastes the air for the smallest hint of a smell that would direct him towards one of his heavily pregnant companions. Eventually, as his body angles towards the large oasis, a scream tears through the air, and the stallion stops. Mind racing and ears shoved forwards, he stares wide-eyed in the direction of the sound for a moment or two, a great internal battle clashing in his head as he wonders of all the horrible things that could cause a horse so much pain. Yet he still presses on, after a moment of reflection, imagining that he must be needed, but is also obligated to ensure that he does not put his own body in harm’s way. Cresting a small hill of sand, the oasis comes into view, appearing glorious against the golden backdrop of the dunes and making his mouth water with all the food and drink it had to offer. Trees and grasses crowded hungrily towards the large watering hole, creating a cluster of nutrition and shelter closest to the water that slowly dies away as the sand and the grass fight for the ground, battling to swallow each other. Licking his lips, the stallion moves forwards, almost forgetting of the sound until a thick, almost acidic smell floods the air, forcing his ears back and his hooves to stop their wandering- only for a moment. Scanning the oasis for threats and to assess the situation, he sees the mare, huddling over a small, golden child and cooing quietly to it. Of course Badr should have expected the birthing of children to come coupled with the pain of birth. A soft sigh of relief finds his lips and he starts walking towards Chimeras, stooping his head and keeping eyes on the foal, but first going to bump his nose in greeting against her shoulder. The boy, as it is a boy, has all the potential in the world to be a sturdy, strong stallion when he was of age, and this awakens the smallest bubble of pride in the stallion’s chest. “A handsome son, Chimeras.” The sand king says in his soft voice. “What name did you pick for him?” badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 30, 2012 at 03:37:16 AM
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- x. - By badr November 30, 2012 at 07:06:30 PM
- What if there was luck in every kiss? - By Chimeras & Brulee November 21, 2012 at 08:44:21 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 30, 2012 at 03:37:16 AM
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