Posted on July 16, 2020 at 10:56:58 PM by Bahadır
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~ each day death crawls into my body The sultry breeze breathes across his arched nape, its scent is hot and dry as it wraps itself around his senses. It also brings with it the faintest scent of a duo who approaches. Both masculine and both unfamiliar to him. It is then that the sound of the hooves reach his perked ears and finally their shadows fall across the sands. He pivots from the water's edge and turns his dark gaze upon the duo who stands poised at the top of the dune. One stark black like that of the chilly midnight sky while the other is pale like that of the palest morning sky. His ears rotate atop his crown. They then begin to speak and his brow rises in surprise. They offer forth his native tongue. It is mumbled and unclear beneath their breath, but he could recognize the words anywhere. His heart hammers against his ribs as he waits a breath before they turn their attention to him. Are you going to be our guest, stranger? His ears swivel atop his head as he dips his chiseled muzzle towards his chest briefly. "Sayakun sharafi," he breathes into the space between them. Then a voice draws him from the duo before him and a golden draped Teke strides toward them. His words are cause his brow to furrow as he contemplates their meaning. "'ana Bahadır, son of Orhan and A'idah," he announces with a lift of his chiseled head and a flick of his tail across his haunches. "These sands at one time were under my protection," at the words his dark eyes begin to smolder as he recalls the actions of an infidel. The approach of another draws his attention and is pleased when he sees Bhaskara traverse the dune and stride toward them. She is like his shadow and he appreciates that her shadow falls over his path. For the longest time he thought he was alone on these Isles, but he was wrong. She had been here and now they had each other. He feels her brief touch and he reaches simultaneously to touch his whiskered muzzle to her cheek. "Wad yubarik dayimaan khatawatik" he greets with a blessing his mother had always spoke to him. "I have come to see for myself who Bask has placed in guardianship over these sands," his dark eyes moves from one to the other and finally rests on the gilded Teke. And to truly see if the rumors were true... that Shaydowfax had really left the Isles. protector of the badlands |
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