Posted on June 29, 2020 at 06:36:38 AM by Solomon & Sidika
Solomon
His most recent trip to Salem had proven to be most enlightening, even if it had not rewarded him as richly as he had hoped. After failing to convince the glass faced girl of the Badlands to accompany him home, he'd fought for the right to take the bright Mazarine from the Desert instead. He'd even had time to look into the Dunes to see if Shenzi had followed his orders.
In retrospect, he should have known that the mare he'd gained by interrupting her escape attempt would have done everything in her power to try the same thing again. It was unclear if the mare had simply disappeared, or if she'd somehow worked out a way to escape the Cove without leaving even the faintest of trails. It was irritating, but to be expected.
So he'd improvised.
In all truths, he had approached the golden mare out of his own covetous desires, but it had hardly taken more than an hour in her presence to realize that she had no love for him or the cold of his Tinuvel home. Like Banshee, she hardly spoke, but unlike his fiery girl, Sidika did not appreciate his touch. Or his flirtation. Or his commentary. Like an irritating itch that she could not scratch she tolerated him, but did not encourage him. And as much as he wanted to pad his wintry retreat with mares clad in shades of the sun, he felt that she would be of more use to him elsewhere.
Spoiled by so many who did appreciate his forward behavior, Solomon lacked the desire to spend the time with this one.
Their trip was silent, the mare was more given to silence than idle chit chat, and he was eager to deliver her and return to his homeland. The repeated trips to Salem left him with no great love for the blowing sand or exhausting heat, and he longed for the mellow warmth of his home. Eventually, their hooves cross the border of the Dunes and he can see, with some annoyance, that the mare brightens immediately. Together they pace a short distance into the land, and beneath the strong rays of the noon sun, finally, draw to a halt.
Solomon cries out for the bay coated stallion, before turning to eye the mare. It's evident that she can feel his eyes upon him, given her subtle reaction, but she does not speak, so neither does he for a long moment before the silence eventually begins to irritate him. "You'll like it here Sidika. The stallion here... he reminds me of you."
In retrospect, he should have known that the mare he'd gained by interrupting her escape attempt would have done everything in her power to try the same thing again. It was unclear if the mare had simply disappeared, or if she'd somehow worked out a way to escape the Cove without leaving even the faintest of trails. It was irritating, but to be expected.
So he'd improvised.
In all truths, he had approached the golden mare out of his own covetous desires, but it had hardly taken more than an hour in her presence to realize that she had no love for him or the cold of his Tinuvel home. Like Banshee, she hardly spoke, but unlike his fiery girl, Sidika did not appreciate his touch. Or his flirtation. Or his commentary. Like an irritating itch that she could not scratch she tolerated him, but did not encourage him. And as much as he wanted to pad his wintry retreat with mares clad in shades of the sun, he felt that she would be of more use to him elsewhere.
Spoiled by so many who did appreciate his forward behavior, Solomon lacked the desire to spend the time with this one.
Their trip was silent, the mare was more given to silence than idle chit chat, and he was eager to deliver her and return to his homeland. The repeated trips to Salem left him with no great love for the blowing sand or exhausting heat, and he longed for the mellow warmth of his home. Eventually, their hooves cross the border of the Dunes and he can see, with some annoyance, that the mare brightens immediately. Together they pace a short distance into the land, and beneath the strong rays of the noon sun, finally, draw to a halt.
Solomon cries out for the bay coated stallion, before turning to eye the mare. It's evident that she can feel his eyes upon him, given her subtle reaction, but she does not speak, so neither does he for a long moment before the silence eventually begins to irritate him. "You'll like it here Sidika. The stallion here... he reminds me of you."
When in doubt, use nettles.
She does not like his demonstrative nature. The way this painted stallion had approached her so boldly had set off all the warning bells in her mind, and his irritating habit of constantly touching her got on her nerves.
She did not feel threatened by him. Even if the massive stallion had forced himself on her, Sid had found that there were far worse things that could befall a mare than a child. What she wanted was for his attention to waver, to find someone else to shower with his need for base conversation so that she might be left to her own devices.
These isles were new to her, foreign and yet not in the same way. The shape of the Dunes stretching before her until they met the horizon was a comforting reminder of home, even if they did not align with the stars in quite the same way. A quick glance around her feet suggested that much of the plant life would be familiar to her and the faintest of smiles ghosted across her lips, even as the unbearably brash stallion shouted for the one named Maslakhat.
Whoever he was, Sid only hoped that he showed more restraint than the brute who brought her.
She could feel his eyes on her as they waited, which she acknowledged as minimally as possible, one ear tipping in his direction. If she turned or showed any wavering in her desires, Sid was certain that he would happily whisk her back to the disgustingly pine-scented wasteland he called home. You'll like it here, he says, and her lips purse. She was certain that a patch of quicksand would have been preferable to the island he called Tinuvel. He reminds me of you. At this, the briefest twitch of her lips could be seen. As long as that meant the opposite of Solomon, she was certain she would do just fine.
She did not feel threatened by him. Even if the massive stallion had forced himself on her, Sid had found that there were far worse things that could befall a mare than a child. What she wanted was for his attention to waver, to find someone else to shower with his need for base conversation so that she might be left to her own devices.
These isles were new to her, foreign and yet not in the same way. The shape of the Dunes stretching before her until they met the horizon was a comforting reminder of home, even if they did not align with the stars in quite the same way. A quick glance around her feet suggested that much of the plant life would be familiar to her and the faintest of smiles ghosted across her lips, even as the unbearably brash stallion shouted for the one named Maslakhat.
Whoever he was, Sid only hoped that he showed more restraint than the brute who brought her.
She could feel his eyes on her as they waited, which she acknowledged as minimally as possible, one ear tipping in his direction. If she turned or showed any wavering in her desires, Sid was certain that he would happily whisk her back to the disgustingly pine-scented wasteland he called home. You'll like it here, he says, and her lips purse. She was certain that a patch of quicksand would have been preferable to the island he called Tinuvel. He reminds me of you. At this, the briefest twitch of her lips could be seen. As long as that meant the opposite of Solomon, she was certain she would do just fine.
Sidika | Akhal-Teke | Mare | Sooty Palomino | 15 Hands
15 Years | Homeless | Loveinspired | Image Credit
15 Years | Homeless | Loveinspired | Image Credit
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- when in doubt, use nettles - By Sidika July 26, 2020 at 09:57:43 AM
- FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT July 24, 2020 at 01:46:10 PM
- when in doubt, use nettles - By Sidika July 20, 2020 at 08:05:11 AM
- FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT July 18, 2020 at 02:20:20 AM
- when in doubt, use nettles - By Sidika July 15, 2020 at 04:56:36 AM
- FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT July 14, 2020 at 03:35:57 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon & Sidika July 5, 2020 at 03:04:28 AM
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