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the flesh must daily be crucified. Bhaskara
Posted on February 27, 2020 at 03:49:16 PM by Bahadır







the flesh must daily be crucified.

Bahadır



The sultry desert breeze whispers across the dunes of sparkling sand, it shifts and swirls beneath the winds soft breath. It is peaceful beneath the twinkling heavens, just before the break of dawn washes the sands in hues of pale pinks and vibrant oranges. It as if the desert itself pays no heed to the drama that unfolds on its sands, it ignores the hateful words and lies that are spit into the still air and on its glittering sands. It is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Bahadır paces, trampling a path into the sands near the oasis. He has finally healed from his run in with Warsaw, at-least physically; mentally he wars with the snakes that hiss their disappointment in his defeat. And now out of the desert sands walks Shaydowfax, her words are poison to the lips and accuse him of atrocities that have his heart frozen within his chest. He had fought against Warsaw with his strength and cunning, but he is a young stallion while Warsaw has many years of experience. She blames him with her split tongue, accusing him of negligence and then spreads the rumors amongst the Dunes herd.

His tail slaps across his speckled haunches with a resounding snap, his dark eyes narrow. She is unwelcome in the Dunes and he will insure that she knows that she has caused her own demise, it is her doing and hers alone. With another glance over the herd, he pivots away from them and heads toward another oasis. It is a hidden gem within the desert, palms hang lazily over the crystal clear waters and lush grass grows abundantly next to the pool.

He needs a moment to collect his thoughts before bringing the herd together. His hooves set easily into a ground-covering trot, each stride takes him away from the whisperings and rumors surrounding Shaydowfax's disappearance. The sound of his hooves in the sand distracts him from his thoughts and he allows the staccato to drown out his problems.

He reaches the oasis just as the sun peeks over the horizon, it washes the sands in brilliant colors and sets the sands glittering. He slows to a halt near the pool, as it reflects the pink and orange clouds overhead in a brilliant way. A breath is caught in his throat as his dark eyes gaze into the waters, just being there in the moment, letting the sultry wind breath over his back and neck.

The Dunes is his home, and despite what is to come. He will fight for it until his last breath, if that is what is destined for him.

Arabian Mutt - Bay Rabicano - 14.3 hh - Orhan x A'idah

Desert Bred Sultan of the Dunes







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