[al DEH bur rahn]
✮ no wives ✮
▻ no children ◅
He had only just lost the embarrassment of having bedded the landlady and finally come into feeling like he had a foothold of his own in the Dunes. It had taken some time to stop getting the teases from his brothers - but it was not at all dampened in Nyimara’s view. She had been the very object of his lapse, yet there had been no shame at all in her about it. It was both admirable in the part of him that was so very wild and free - that had been so well fed that One Night With The Queen - but there was also a part of him that felt it poor taste to constantly bring it to the fore of the minds of others.
Perhaps there still lingered a sense of propriety in spite of his wildness. He had, after all, never been a brutish beast about his freedom and winddrinking. He always kept his self respect, had never forced a mare in his rutting, had never tricked or beguiled. He played straight and true and something about how she turned their nighttime jaunt into a crude joke made him rankle.
It is why he had become almost a hermit in his pursuit of the dry, sometimes salt sprayed, wind now.
Today, though, he has kept closer to the other oases of his brother’s Sadim. He has begun to swing nearer and spend time talking amongst the others that called the place home. He shakes himself, tousled mane a bit more tangled than usual and his attention to his appearance left by the wayside in preference of the comfort found in disregarding such things.
When the shifting shhhhh of sand notifies him of someone coming up behind him, he turns his singed red face towards them, the sooty black only making his gigantic star more formidable on his brow as the sun caught it. "Good day, what brings you to the main oasis? May I be of any help?"
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eight years - arabian - sooty bay rabicano - 15.2 hh ◅