[.Lionhearts and Misfits.] Posted on May 30, 2015 at 03:57:25 AM by Al-Sarim
al-sarim
Perhaps it was his strange markings,
Or the foreign accent on his tongue.
Perhaps he had not caught the mischief in his eyes,
Or sensed the bitterness in his heart.
Just the same the gates were opened,
And the misfit waltzed into the Lion's palace
And greeted him with all charms due
And lo the misfit's dagger never showed its blade.
As the lost man found himself in the Lion's embrace.
He called me brother. I called him my king.
The hellion was about as perceptive as he was persistent. The smile on his face was satisfaction to see how a moment of sadness (he had decided not to pry into) could be swept away into a glare of daggers as he brushed against her. Thorns pricked as he looked at her in an almost cocky manner. He was a man who played the emotions, and acted based on which he wished to stir. Many easily presumed to know his motives, his reasoning. They would call him egotistical and overconfident, or a true womanizer. Al-Sarim would smirk in silence like a man with secrets as countless as the stars, leaving the world really to ponder if they had him figured out or not.
The mare seemed off-put by the name he had designated for her. Sarim had chosen it as a man who rather liked a song or verse, and who clearly was getting neither from the lady. He was a keen one, and the dark bay sahib had drawn fair conclusions about the quiet lady. Still he kept quiet as they both drew to the waters. Dark eyes observed her warmly as she moved to only dip her hooves in the water. Sarim himself motioned just a bit farther out than the bay lady where he dipped his mug into the waters and took a drink. Clear liquid dripped from his maw as his eyes moved up to the starry skies. He takes another drink before turning to his friend now called Taraneh, or Tara for short.
"You are a quiet bird Tara, and the night is young yet. Shall we play a little game? A question for an answer, hm? If you can answer me my questions, I shall bestow on you a favor and perhaps a story or a verse if you wish it. And if you can't…well is a kiss to much a price to pay my lady? Are you game?" He snorted and shook his frame down as if warming up for the activity. He then motioned before her again and looked at her with excited amusement. Sarim did not wait for an answer as his happy-go-lucky demeanor pressed on without so much as a worry.
"Do you live in Salem? Tinuvel? Atlantis? Luthien?" Sarim was not so stupid. Either the mare had taken a vow of silence, which Sarim had seen before, or she simply was not able to speak. It did not seem to occur to him that she perhaps did not like him just opted not to talk. And so he asked his question as he did, watching her for a reaction, seeking the answer in any way she would give it to him. He continued to ask and pay attention in the same fashion with his next few questions.
"Do you have a live alone?...Do you find me handsome?" Perhaps he had asked this in jest, but he appeared sincere and a little more enthusiastic to hear her answer. Who knew perhaps he might even get some more amusement roused from Tara.
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OOC: sorry for the wait
Stallion|Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke|Seven Years|Dark Bay|16.2hh|Dark Brown Eyes