Posted on December 7, 2012 at 10:48:19 PM by BADR
 It was in the midst of the desert sands, rolling like the ocean, that the stallion stood. Eyes stuck to the horizon, he watches as the heat of the day peaks, painting before his eyes a glorious scene full of trees and rivers, men, women, and children frolicking under the lightest spray of mist that lifts up away from a distant waterfall. He knows that this is all illusion, a trick of the sands playing terrible games with his mind, tempting him into the deadly depths of the dunes, trying desperately to lure him out into the open where there was no water or shelter. Where nothing but death awaited him on a steaming platter.
He had lost the girl some time ago, as she tore off down the beach once they had landed, his body bumping her in the right direction as she reluctantly accompanied him towards his home. Badr imagined that she would stay close, following the stale scents of the herd as the other horses had only ever lingered on the beach briefly before starting inwards, moving swiftly for the largest of the three oasises offered for the population of the dunes, where they would find food, water, and shelter that was plentiful for their swelling numbers. His home, though slowly cooling as the sensation of autumn all around the island was starting to set in, was a harsh and hostile environment, one that offered few luxuries aside from a lack of predators and volatile visitors. Despite the heat and the obvious displeasure that was often plastered across the features of all that he brought here, Badr was entirely satisfied with his little piece of property in the belly of the island. Despite the vast size of the terrain that had only grown once the great earthquake had swallowed a foreign island, Badr had pleasured himself with exploring and memorizing every sloping, rolling, and ever changing dune that made up the entirety of his kingdom. Now though, as he stands atop a small, peaking dune, gazing in silence in the direction of some far off place, he sees the smallest silhouette of a horse, running through the sand as though her tail were on fire. This yanks in his attention until she collapses in the sand, spurring instant action from the stallion as he drops off the bank of sand and sprints for the heap of a body in the middle of the desert. Badr moves like he had been born on the sand, his steps light and his pace quick, golden mane and tail streaming generously beind his dark body. By the time he reaches the mare, he recognizes her as the newcomer that he had so recently brought here, and as he approaches her, he can smell the scent of death upon her, lingering about her body as though she were about to expire just because of the sun. While the lightest lather of sweat had frothed it’s way across the stallion’s body and he breathes heavily as a result of his sudden flight, he stands over the mare, offering his shadow as a gentle respite from the sun, peering off to one side as he collects as much information as he can about their location, trying to formulate the quickest way to the nearest watering hole that would offer her relaxation and the nutrients she needed once she awoke. Leaning over, he gentle nudges his nose against her neck, watching with dark eyes as her body rolls against his soft touch, hoping to stir her from her unconciousness. badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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- But I still wake up, I still see your ghost - By Laurel December 8, 2012 at 07:02:03 AM
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