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The desert wind whispers around him, stirring the sands at his hooves, playing with the wild tendrils of his ebony mane, and cooling him with its breath. He sighs contently, his tail slaps his speckled hide with a soft smack. Dark eyes trace the lines of the herd as they mill around, they find water to sip on from the cool oasis pool and shelter from the sun beneath the scraggly branches of a desert willow. The herd is small but in the coming months it will grow with new life. Life that would need to learn the harshness of the desert or they would not survive the first months.

His dark eyes linger on Shaydowfax, a slight respect flickers in his dark eyes. She had been a worthy foe and had chosen to attack again after their battle had commenced. She had won and laid out demands, that he still has yet to come to terms with. If she proves to be worthy of these sands he will leave her be, but any sign of weakness and she will be forced to leave. The desert can not provide for the weak or unworthy. It is the way of his people.

A scent travels on the sultry desert wind, it wafts around him and fills his flaring nostrils. Amunet. He swivels his delicate head, his dark eyes sweep the desert sands in search of her inky black body. A soft smile touches his lips as he finds her, she moves effortlessly across the sands despite her growing belly. She moves with urgency that causes his heart to thud against his ribs. Is she okay? He pushes himself across the sands to meet her, a welcoming nicker escapes from his opened maw. As he nears her, his dark eyes slide over her legs, her growing belly, and shoulders to insure no harm has befallen her.

"I've a favour to ask," she breathlessly says. He gives her a nod with his head, before answering. "Ask me anything," he says as he steps closer to Amunet. His dark eyes trace the lines of delicate cheekbones, the soft arch of her nape, and her growing belly. He desires to press himself against her growing side to touch the life that tumbles and moves just beneath her dark skin.

Egyptian Arabian mutt - Bay Rabicano - Stallion - 15.0 hh - Orhan x A'idah
King of the Dunes




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