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each day death crawls into my body:







the flesh must daily be crucified.

Bahadır



His dark eyes are soft as they look at her, she is full of emotion and it threatens to spill over the brim of her eyes. He waits patiently for her to gather herself, he understands that this is not easy. So he does his best to offer her the time that she needs to adjust to her new life. As the moments tick by he watches as she gathers her thoughts and then lifts her delicately chiseled face to speak once more. Her words lift his spirit, a promise that maybe one day she could be happy here.

"You are welcome Petal. I hope that you find happiness here," he says softly.

As the question turns to him, his ears flick atop his crown. "I have been here in the Dunes for almost a year," he nods, yes the Dunes suit him very much. "I am drawn to this place, the desert is apart of my soul and who I am," he says with a proud lift of his head.

"My father Orhan ruled the Desert before I was born, I never met him... but mother weaves the most beautiful tales of him," his dark eyes fill with longing, as his mother's face flashes in his memory. Her delicate head set on a curved neck, deep red in color, and speckled hide much like his.

"After returning the Isles, I knew that I would go to Salem and this is where I would make my home," he says finally as his dark eyes peer into hers. "If you could choose anywhere on the Isles... Where would you go?" he asks with a curious tilt of his chiseled head.


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

Desert Bred Sultan of the Dunes





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