[.Lionhearts and Misfits.] Posted on May 20, 2015 at 09:13:24 AM by Al-Sarim
al-sarim
I chanced an encounter with lion's concubine,
The woman was succulent, mysterious and exotic,
Could a man die of longing for a taste of the divine?
The perfumed oil on her skin and the ornament in her hair,
I took what I could steal in what time we were given.
And dared to see the heavens as it is in the lion's lair.
The lady was hesitant. She was a stockier creature than he, but he stood taller than her. The dark sahib tilted his head thoughtfully as the watched the lass struggle to restore the divide between. If not for the overbearing tree in her way, she might have succeeded and Sarim could not help but smile seeing her so. He was observant and even more perceptive, and he did catch that eye roll of hers. It was a curious thing that the women of the islands were rather…how should we put it…leery of strangers? It seemed to puzzle the man who had been offered so much in the desert by a proud folk, his kindred who were welcoming of strangers along the way. This is not in any way to call the desert born race a fool-hardy one--they had their charms equally as much as they had their evils and dangers.
This femm in particular was rather keen on eluding him, but stubborn as he was he would not be turned away so easily. Her eyes diverted and he took this as an indication to slide alongside her that he too might share her vantage point and enjoy the view, his sides brushed hers before a gap was restored between them. Instead of admiring the falls his eyes raised to the stars above them and the crescent that dangled among them. The nameless fetale had denied him the answer to his first question as to why she was alone. His gaze moved to look at her, his weight shifting slightly as he waited now. Thorns pricked as she looked to speak, but no words spilled out and her mouth and those tantalizing lips had shut once more. How curious. He turned back to the falls and let the sound of the crashing waters fill the silence.
After a moment or two the beast grunted softly and pressed his frame gently against the lady. She refused to look at him so he had to gain her attention somehow. His dark eyes found hers and he wore an ever warm and inviting smile. "Woman if you will not give me a name than I shall have to decide on one for you. How about…Taraneh which means 'song.' There now Tara my dear how does it suit you? Come dearest, have a drink with me." And with that the dark hellion made way to the inviting waters. He paused and turned to be sure she was following.
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OOC: sooo sorry for the wait the weekend kept me away (not like away, away but too busy to check in) but I here now. <3
Stallion|Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke|Seven Years|Dark Bay|16.2hh|Dark Brown Eyes