Antares
[an TAH rez]
✮ sayyida ✮
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ ◅
He had found his way here after his initial pass-by before finding Sayyida on the main island, but now he smells more of his kin and it makes him anxious to speak to the leader of the place at large. His time spent with Sayyida had brought back to him some of his strength and most of his backbone - a large gaping wound now only a newly sealed scar. Easily reopened, yes, but much safer to get up and live life again than if she had not been returned to him by fate.
His seashell pink image seems almost natural as he encroaches on the line in the Dunes sands he knew intimately as the borderline. "I will not expect anything, there can be no disappointment. We feel out what sort of person this is - if they can be reasoned with and given charge of our safety as a lead or if we must recalibrate and they are not worthy of trust or our reliance. I won’t let us fail a second time because of another who cannot hold this home or who is felled easily under another’s hooves." He knows what he seeks in this new leader, someone that he did not know personally but had heard rumor here or there of.
Proud, but that could be said of any creature that was capable of surviving in the angry sands of the Dunes. Fickle, but that could be said of any beast willing to navigate the ever shifting dunes and yet somehow never be lost. Temperamental - but that could be understood from Proud and Fickle and so remained unsurprising. What he wanted to see is if she was worthy of the many who followed him, deserving of the weight of their presence, the trust that came from believing she could bear the burden without going mad with it and becoming the tyrannical despot that often followed taking charge of a flourishing people.
He would not bring his family to a place that would enslave them, to a place that would tread across them for whimsy -- but oh, how the winds called to him, blew his misgiving spirits into the sun to die. SHe had those of her own that followed her here - surely they were proof enough that he need not overthink it or come with a confrontational air.
"Nyimara, Queen of the Dunes! I come to ask for a moment of your time!" He calls, begging the valleys and hills to funnel his voice to the ears he most needed to hear them. He waits because that is what is due to a monarch of any kind - whether or not you once held a position of power or not. He was not king, only Sheik, and he would never be again if he could find someone that was worthy to follow in that position.
OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅