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The Lost Islands
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Let there be fire.

Beschea

Within right, he had been suspect of the two that had washed up on his shore, far away from the nearest oasis, and wandering about in the sand like that had been born here and used to the grating fingers of the desert. The two of them were small and skinny, with ribs that protruded out of their sides, screaming of malnutrition and perhaps hunger. This should have concerned the flaxen maned stallion, had he not already incured the wrath of the sand gods when he had been younger, forced to live through sand storm and drought alike, and still making it the wet desert in the west, where the water lapped at the edges of the wastelands. The water had tasted like poison, but he had managed to find his way across, finding solce and shelter in foreign islands until he came back to suckle at the teat of his great sand mother.

The boy has sense, this Badr can already see from where he stands. Even while the sand king reclines in silence and the child speaks liberally, trying to sell himself to the much older stallion, Badr’s ears are pushed forwards and he appears to be listening intently. The occasional swish of his golden tail across his haunches of chocolate are fervent reminders that he is alive and not at all a statue, but otherwise he is perfectly motionless in how he stands now.

I will let you stay here, Sato, until you are two. You have until then to find yourself some female companions to stay here with you. I will give you until your maturity to prove yourself worthy of living in the desert.” The king imagined that his ruling had been fair. In his land, his home, far away beyond the green seas, trial had been tested through battle, and it had seemed more than unfair for the stallion to challenge the boy to a fight before he had had a chance to rest, be fed and watered. This was a new place, and he was bound to make new decisions.

badr
The misguided jailbird.
stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed.
ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell.
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