The Lost Islands
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the world must daily be overcome.







the flesh must daily be crucified.

Bahadır



His dark eyes settle on Petal as they walk, he eyes her with curiosity in his eyes. He does not know anything more about her than that Shamwari had wanted to seal their alliance with a show of good faith. And he did not ask, but agreed to his terms. Allies in these troubled time were worth their weight in gold, this he knows. He assumes it would be hard to uprooted from your family and brought to a new land that is so different than the Prairie. The Prairie as he knows it, is filled with lush grass and an abundance of water to drink. But here it takes a hardiness and cunning to survive beneath the searing sun and endless expanse of dunes.

He notices the shudder that shakes her gilded skin, as if it is hard to speak about herself and he instantly regrets asking. A single ear cups her words, and listens to every word that falls from her lips, the words are soft and disjointed. "I'm sorry Petal," he says finally after the silence spans between them. "I only asked, so that I could get to know you," he turns his dished head to fully gaze at her as he slows.

"The Dunes is not your prison, it is your home... Please you are free to explore your home as soon as I show you how to navigate the sands, it can be tricky," he pauses thoughtfully before continuing. "I want you to be happy," he says finally as he turns his dished head, his dark eyes train on the distant horizon.

He would hate for any of the herd to see him as a tyrant... something he is not nor would ever be.

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

Desert Bred Sultan of the Dunes






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