NYAZIK
For a short time, Nyazik seemed to go unnoticed and surprisingly, it was not one of the bodies that littered the oasis that spotted her. Instead it was a dark figure out on the dunes. Nyazik had never seen a horse so dark, but the mare’s build was similar enough to Nyazik and Keyik’s that it was obvious she was another Akhal-Teke. Wolpertinger had had many common characteristics but just as many flaws that revealed her as the mixed blood she was. Nyazik was confident she could tell the difference. While being of mixed breeding was not necessarily wrong or undesirable, it was not something that would be tolerated amongst the pure families. Purebreds were to be respected while those of muddied blood were to be used. Nyazik could see that Wolpertinger had fitted a purpose and served it adequately, but she was also a hindrance to Keyik, who at this point should be gathering support and returning to her home desert instead of hiding on the outskirts of Salem. A brief grin flickered over Nyazik’s lips, perhaps she would be the one to lay claim to the sands of her ancestors and lay waste to their enemies. After all, her ancestors took allegiance with the sand gods and the opposition with the rain. In the desert, only one thing was certain and that was that the sand was everlasting. Rain was fickle and unpredictable.
Nyazik turned her head a degree to observe the black mare galloping towards her but not make any effort to meet her or turn tail and run from her. The young girl seldom did anything she did not want or need to do and was not about to start now. The mare would either be a friend or a foe, running from her would not change that and moving forward to meet her was a waste of potentially helpful energy. Instead, the golden filly inhaled the hot, desert air and waited.
When the black mare spoke, Nyazik’s ears leaned forward and a priggish smile crossed her ashen lips, quite pleased with the admiration directed toward her. While she did not place trust on a stranger easily, she did at least take a liking to the dark mare - flattery would always go a long way in the pursuit of winning Nyazik’s favour.
Who is she? Nyazik took a moment to consider her answer and how much she was willing to divulge at the present time. ”Nobody important -” she replied coolly before a flicker of ambition glittered in her eyes and a knowing smile tugged the edge of her lip, ”yet”. There was still much she would have to do to be regarded as such, but she was still young and had all the time in the world. Letting her words, sink in, she paused for a couple of beats, her dark, still growing tail snapping across her haunches. ”You may call me Nyazik.” she finished, unwilling to offer anything else at that time. It would not be smart to give her mother’s name should the mare be one of their enemies, nor did she think it was wise to give her father’s for the same reason – perhaps moreso. She knew what to expect from her dam’s opposition but her sire was a mystery- did he even have enemies?
15.2HH BUCKSKIN AKHAL-TEKE FILLY
MASLAKHAT x KEYIK
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