Posted on July 15, 2020 at 10:40:38 PM by Bahadır
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~ each day death crawls into my body "Tashmas yubarak kl khatwat min khatawatik," A'idah whispered into the still morning air as pride swelled in her dark eyes. The swim from the Isles had taken a toll on both of them, but she had fled for their safety. Her heart stuttered as she remembered the tense words that Evren had spoke. A'idah knew what happened when tribes switched hands and it panicked her - so in the dead of night she awoke her son and they fled. The waters had been treacherous, but in A'idah's mind staying was putting their lives into the hands of someone who could be cruel and may even kill her newborn son. She returned her dark eyes to her young Bahadır who lay soundly asleep at her hooves. It is not long before the early morning sky was alight with brilliant pinks and bright oranges. With a heavy sigh on her lips, A'idah dipped her head to the bundle at her hooves. "Come now," she cooed to her son. A grunt left his lips as he opened his dark eyes and to looked up at his mother. A bleet of protest filled the space between them. He gathered his spindly legs beneath him and clambered to his hooves, he did not know where they were going or why they had left, but he followed after his mother without further protest. Mother kept speaking of home. His little ears would pick up the occasional words alsafhat alrayiysia which then mother would look back with a smile on her lips and warmth in her dark eyes. Wherever they were going, it excited her. As they crested the final dune, they paused to stand at its peak and his heart stuttered. Spread out before them was an awe-inspiring Oasis, cerulean waters and Fig trees appeared from the searing sands and, there were other horses! They paused their milling to look up at them, most resumed their grazing but one stood starkly still, a look of surprise written across her face. Her coat like that of the searing sands - fiery red. She pushed herself - at first - carefully until she was hurtling toward them. Bahadır's ears disappeared into the wisps of his mane as she drew closer. She was unlike any he had ever seen. A'idah and her quickly embraced as if they had been separated their entire lives. "Aibnatu..." A'idah whispered. It has been some time since he has seen his sister. She had always been there growing up, her wise words and quick wit kept them out of most trouble. Not all... but most. A smile tugs at his lips as remembers her fondly. He tilts his chiseled crown toward the early morning sky, where a few stars still brilliantly twinkle and the first morning colors have began to streak across the heavens. His heart thunders against his ribs as he prays silently to Bask to bestow a blessing upon her - wherever she may be. Dark eyes take in the mountains of sand that stretch out before him, it reminds him of alsafhat alrayiysia and it causes his heart to soar. The sands shift beneath his hooves with each stride as he navigates the tops of the dunes. He choose his path with precision, skill, and a knowledge of where this path brings him. He moves with a relaxed gait, but his head swivels atop his curved neck. He has not returned to the Dunes since Nadja's rescue from Shaydowfax's clutches, so he remains aware. He reminds himself that her scent is stale but he will not assume that she has left this land ripe for the taking. He pauses at the top of a dune, his dark eyes take in the familiar sparkle of an oasis. Just where he remembers it to be. He pushes himself into an effortless lope across the sands, his tail flags out behind him and the wind tosses his mane from his arched neck. The sands spray beneath his hooves and his nostrils drink in the sultry desert winds. He slows as the sands beneath him grow hard and packed. The water is fresh and cool to his flaring nostrils. He steps with grace across the hardneed sand until his hooves feel the cool, squishy mud beneath him. He then drops his muzzle to the water's surface and drinks with loud slurping noises, his tail flicks across his speckled haunches with each drink. When his thirst is satisfied, he lifts his head to take in the desert around him. He knows whomever rules over these sands will make their appearance soon, if not then he will continue his journey across the searing sands until he finds them. protector of the badlands |
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