Posted on March 7, 2020 at 02:25:39 PM by Bahadır
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the flesh must daily be crucified.
Bahadır
The early morning hours are his favorite, he loves to watch the world washed in a new day's light. To see the sun peek above the horizon with a brillant show of vibrant oranges, dark crimsons, and pale pinks. The sands dazzle and dance beneath the morning light and it is a show just for him to watch. In this moment, he lets the worry and fear slip away. The worry's of Shaydowfax and her return, of Warsaw and his war, and finally the lies that Shaydofax spreads amongst the herd. All of these worries melt away as the first ray of the sun dances across the early morning sky. He stands near to the herd, who all slumber beneath his watchful eye. But one sticks out in his mind, Nereid. He has not spoke with her since the awkward return home with Shaydowfax. He yearns to find the woman and speak with her, to see her smile light up her face, and to hear her joyful words on the sultry desert wind. He pivots from the herd, and slinks into the twilight of the early morning. He pushes himself into a ground-covering trot, his tail flags out behind him and his inky mane bellows off of his arched neck. With each stride he feels the warmth spread across his body, it feels good to stretch his legs and to feel the freedom of the desert. With a snort he lunges into a lope, the sands sprays out from beneath his hooves with each powerful stride. His dark eyes flick across the mountains of sand, they search for any sign of her, for her scent on the breeze or her hooves in the sand. Bahadır angles himself toward the sea, perhaps she lingers on the sandy shores, where the cool breeze refreshes your mind. As he ascends the final dune and crests it, his dark eyes wander the length of the sand... And there she is. His breath is caught in his throat as he watches her dance on the shores. She spins and leaps into the air, performing moves that are only known by her. As he descends the dune, he approaches with a prance in his step, his neck arched, and his tail flagged over his haunches. A smile touches his lips as she speaks into the still morning air. His ears catch her soft words that she speaks and the foreign word soder. He quietly wonders and dares to step closer to the alabaster dancer. "Your dance is beautiful," he says barely above a whisper, not wanting to break the spell she has cast over him. Adoration twinkles in his soft dark eyes. "What does soder mean?" he asks with a tilt of his crown.
Egyptian Arabian Mutt - Bay Rabicano - 14.3 hh - Orhan x A'idah
Desert Bred Sultan of the Dunes
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Replies:
- I am doing my best to let this go - By Nereid March 14, 2020 at 11:02:02 PM
- cutting with talon and tooth - - By Bahadır March 22, 2020 at 04:53:41 PM
- 'cause it's obvious that we're on different roads - By Nereid March 25, 2020 at 07:28:17 PM
- ~ with scythe and shroud - By Bahadır April 6, 2020 at 07:00:32 PM
- 'cause it's obvious that we're on different roads - By Nereid March 25, 2020 at 07:28:17 PM
- cutting with talon and tooth - - By Bahadır March 22, 2020 at 04:53:41 PM
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