Bahadır alwaqt la yughayir alwaqt yakshif
The heavens above are washed in the deep purple of night, except for a speckling of shimmering stars. Bahadır moves silently through the night, his hooves soundless against the desert sands. Pride swells in his chest as he briefly recalls the battle for the Dunes, just a few days past. The swelling of his abdomen goes down with each passing day and he does not wake with aching muscles from where her body had collided with his. Dark chocolate eyes scan the inky night knowing that soon he would crest the last dune that would take him to the ocean's surf. The dull roar of the surf against the beach reaches his flicking ears. Satisfaction washes over him, he knew it.
He enters the ocean's salty surf, the water's surround him in a welcoming embrace. With each stroke he can feel his body propelling through the waters, he knows it will not take long before he reaches the main gathering island.
A soft glow touches his mahogany skin, the sun's first morning rays. He steps from the ocean just as the sun peeks over the horizon, washing the Islands in soft pinks, pale oranges and vibrant yellows. He turns his dark eyes on the horizon and watches in silent wonder as the sun wash the alabaster snow blankets the Islands. A shiver runs the length of his spine, as he tries to burrow deeper into his non existent winter coat. He has not left Salem since winter's cold breath let loose its cold breath upon the Islands.
With a snort he turns from the ocean and ventures inland, his stride full of confidence and a pride that comes from being a king. His hooves lightly tred through the snow, each step barely placed before it is jerked back up. He snorts again and the vapors of his warm breath float up and around his delicate chiseled face. He does not venture far when his dark eyes settle on a pair of horses standing side by side, admiring the sun as it paints the world in pastels. A soft smile touches his dark lips, they knew the wonders and understood. He steps closer, his speckled chin tucks toward his breast and steam rolls from delicately flared nostrils.
"Sabah alkhyr," he says with a bob of his head before continuing. "Ra, paints the world anew with the dawning of each day," he says his voice filling the space between them.
Sabah alkhyr : good morning
Egyptian Arabian mutt - Bay Rabicano - Stallion - 15.0 hh - Orhan x A'idah
King of the Dunes
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