Antares
[an TAH rez]
✮ sayyida ✮
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ ◅
He had been told that he might find more of their family on the main island and he had come with the intent to bring the others back into the fold. They were not incapable - Dunes beasts rarely were - but they also deserved a solid and sturdy family unit to rely on. He also thought more bodies would sooth Sayyida’s pain a little - as if he could accumulate enough people to help with the itch he couldn’t seem to scratch. Already he fought his urges for her, kept himself back from her, but he remained unwilling to take on others.
Was this what Atair felt for Eness? Was he just blind - or made blind by guilt - that he’d not kept himself celibate and had taken Indira before he knew Sayyida was his perfect match? Had he always felt this uniquely about monogamy? His ears flatten at the thought as he finishes the swim to shore, catching just as a gray Arabian stumbled up the bank - she was not one of his but her response to the Autumn air definitely served to draw him in towards her as she sought for water.
He keeps his distance during her time of duress, not wishing to trigger her flight response being too hasty when she was so obviously in need of help. She guzzles the water desperately and rips up greenery greedily. Not one hundred percent desperate - he decides on watching her further. He’d been there for a moment longer than usually drew attention… so only a distressing swim, perhaps? "Hello, desertblooded sister." His greeting is meant to be soft, non-startling, but he kept the space for her own peace of mind.
"I am Antares, I saw you come ashore." he tries to explain his presence, why he was able to find her when she did not know the place. "I live in a desert on a neighboring island. I saw you shiver. Would it be safe to assume this weather is not what you accustomed to?" His well-recovering form is not as splendid as he might once have bragged - misused by his captors as it had been - but he is beautiful nonetheless. Seashell pinkish beige bodied with dapples in abundance and bloodmarks on his head and chest a rich chestnut that was not even as red as his mane and tail bragged. "May I have a name to call you by?"
OF THE EASTERN DUNES OF SALEM
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅