Posted on July 19, 2020 at 02:17:14 AM by Najaat
 She lifts her muzzle from the pool. A few dropplets of water dribble off of her whiskered chin. Her tail slaps against her dappled hide. With her thirst quenched she can now focus on finding whomever rules these searing sands. "Değersiz erkek," She growls into the sultry desert air. It is still and arid against her shimmery rose kissed skin. She had given that salak a single assignment. It figures that he could not come through with his finding of the sightless oracle. A snort rips from quivering nostrils and her tail slaps across her dappled sides as she thinks of his insolence. It is your fault, she hears a still small voice whisper and her ears lay against the delicate skin of her nape. Perhaps. The muffled sound of hooves draws her from her musing and her eyes widen momentarily as a shimmering adam floats toward her. She eyes him with suspicion alight in her dark eyes. How had one of their kind come to be in these sands? Had he seen the sightless oracle? Welcome, guest. Her ears tip forward and she dips her crown briefly. She is pleased when he offers his name to her freely. "Maslakhat, gardiyan of the searing sands," she pauses as his title lingers on her lips. "I seek a sightless oracle." She pauses a breath to gauge his reaction before she continues. "She is draped with the midnight heavens and her eyes are smoky in color. Have you seen one of our people that I describe?" She lifts her muzzle higher and her dark eyes focus solely on his eyes. Erkek's, are known for their silver tongues and lies. For his sake, he should use neither. Fierce Protector of the Desert |
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