Posted on October 30, 2012 at 03:04:53 AM by BADR
 It was rare that strangers wandered into the great unknown expanse of the dunes. Though lovely to the eye and despite the refreshing chill of the evening air, it was a volatile and dangerous land for newcomers to wander aimlessly throughout. On more than a few travels through the sands and around the edges of the borders of his home, the flaxen maned king had stumbled cross more than his fair share of corpses or the skeletal remains of horses and predators that had fallen to the unfortunate fate of the heat.
Under the heat of the sun, eating had become a task. Even with spring upon them in full swing and with the moon still rising in the early evening and falling in the late night, Badr found that he was not the only creature with a small appetite. Standing at the edge of a very small watering hole, he turned his head slowly to one side, watching as a small, barely noticeable trail of bird footprings moved towards the edge of the water and then away into the wastelands of the sands. Following each small foot with a critical twitch of his eye, hopping from one step to the other and tracing the miniscule path as it slowly disappears in the sand, the stallion finds himself amused with the scant presence of animals these days. It would not be long before the grasses would be riddled with vipers and large insects, and then it would take true skill to navigate the grazing fields without coming to harm. A shout rises across the sand, echoing off the dunes in the distance, snapping the sand kings attention to the shore, his golden-brown eyes piercinga harsh stare through the frail and malnurished bodies of the strangers that had appeared upon his coast, no doubt, within minutes of his little discovery of the bird’s presence. Once more, with a look of indecision smeared across his dark face, the stallion observes the mother-child duo with a critical eye, seeing from even this long distance away that they appear to be worse for wear, and perhaps too delicate to survive the desert climate. Where others had grown weary and thin under the head of the sun, Badr himself had flourished. Still sporting lean muscle and the sort of manly curve to his bones that gave him the look of quite the contender in a fight, it could only be said that he seemed to be growing younger and younger under the sun. Having forgotten the hardships of his home, their only reminders sitting at the back of his tongue as a bitter aftertaste and a bruise that had long ago faded, the stallion had nothing to fear in his golden kingdom of sand. These two skeletal creatures were nothing to fear. For a moment, he contemplates leaving them to the vultures- hungry scavengers that looped large, arcing circles over the heads of the delicate mother and her even more frail looking son. Soon, curiosity of the visitors settles in his mind, and he is off, creating a small cloud of dust and sand behind him as he jogs to greet them, hoping to cut them off before they got too deep into the dunes and were lost forever. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 1, 2012 at 04:53:36 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 2, 2012 at 08:12:25 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 8, 2012 at 05:51:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 30, 2012 at 07:15:45 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 8, 2012 at 05:51:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 2, 2012 at 08:12:25 PM
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