the towering black stallion isn’t waiting long in the shallow waters. as he stands there, waves lapping at his legs, his dark eyes scour the land before him with a sense of grim determination. he had never anticipated it being this hard… giving up, that is. he swallows the painful lump in his throat just in time. a warm breeze helps to dry the emotion that welled for a second in his dark eyes and as he blinks, a figure appears at the crest of the sand hill before him.

lukasz studies the stallion carefully, noticing the pride and confidence of the stranger. with slow, easy steps, the massive black stallion pulls himself from the water, wondering if he’d ever get used to the feeling of sand shifting beneath his large black hooves.

he dips his own head respectfully, realizing it is as uniquely convex as the strangers is dished and elegant, but it isn’t until bahadir introduces himself as such that lukasz approaches fully. he is to the point and concise, not wishing to waste bahadir’s time if his goal is unattainable. ”i am Lukasz. i seek a place here, in the dunes. if you find it agreeable that is. i only ask for quiet place to start my life over… i seek to live beneath a stallion who is just and does not seek out trouble if it is unwarranted.” his words are honest and true, as is he.