Posted on October 17, 2012 at 04:44:43 PM by BADR
 Badr had never had the pleasure of understanding love. When he had met a girl, a pretty girl, the first thing he had done was defeat his competitors in bloody battle, with teeth and hooves singing, and screams filling the air, he had returned to her arms victorious, and fallen into her bed without asking for her acceptance. Such had been the way of his people. Love was something earned over time, between one man and one woman, as they went forth on their own and started their meek and quaint life together.
In his freedom from the wasteland that he had been born into, he had forgotten all the little things that had been taught to him. He had forgotten what it was like to fight those that you were supposed to trust for the food that kept you alive, and he had forgotten that it had merely been his life’s endeavour to procreate and repopulate the dead sea that he and his people had the pleasure of living on. But he does not think of these things. He has never looked back to his disappearance from his birth lands with regret. Regret had been murder where he was from. Lingering on the edge of the oasis, just away from where he had seen Chimeras and her new son, he does not feel a part of a family, having never had his own father, he does not believe that it is on his own shoulders to be a father to someone else. The structure of his family had been strange and passed on down to the boys that had been pushed forth from the loins of Badr’s lovers. Crossing the soft compilation of grass and sand, the stallion finds himself at the edge of the watering hole, a familiar place for him in locating the strange sorrel mare. And he sees her, as he often does, across the water and coddling her own child that was, no doubt, matching in age and weight to the first infant that Badr had stumbled across in this morning. Going to her, he does not feel the terrified hesitation he felt after hearing the horrified scream from the pain that had brought him to Chimeras, but instead the curiosity of yet another new child that perhaps required his attention. Out of curiosity, not fatherly pride, he went to the side of the chestnut mare, still careful to stay away from her and so certain she should lash out- their relationship was still rocky and he had yet to understand what she thought of him and the desert and the disappearance of Nikola (perhaps a fact that she had never had the pleasure of knowing). Stooping his head and keeping his distance, he greets the woman with a soft whicker, eyes skimming across her face before dropping to inspect the colt. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai October 22, 2012 at 05:22:10 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 23, 2012 at 07:36:35 PM
- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai October 29, 2012 at 03:47:12 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 30, 2012 at 05:09:37 AM
- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai November 6, 2012 at 00:03:11 AM
- x. - By badr November 6, 2012 at 05:57:14 PM
- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai November 6, 2012 at 00:03:11 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 30, 2012 at 05:09:37 AM
- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai October 29, 2012 at 03:47:12 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 23, 2012 at 07:36:35 PM
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