[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | nashira ♀ ◅
Frey was sorely mistaken, and utterly nose and sight blind, if his evaluation of the Dunes was that it was haunted or deserted. Certainly, the Queen herself had been lacking in presence of late - but that spoke not at all to every single other resident that had made her place here. In comparison to his disdain, there were families here who held only love, only passion, only their need for the rolling sands that stretched in every direction.
Frey’s limited exploration prior to his establishing the false first impression means that when he calls out, he is noted immediately. Antares had never felt compelled by the extended absence of the Queen to claim her place - but this call of claim spoke to no one as if it had no one else to answer to - as if the absence of the Queen negated their very existence.
His Sadim was entirely separate, an entity that held nothing of defense for the Queen but was weighted with their own expectations.
So to disabuse Frey of his ignorance, Antares does not wait past the first second of that call to be on the move - breaking from his landshare of the entire Eastern portion with it’s oases and canyon and heading further towards the central reaches further west.
He is as nature intended a beast of sands to look, fully Arab and with little about him that spoke of his original status as a high royal prince of an established kingdom. They were a tribal people now, him their Sheikh and his Wife their Mira. His gait over the dunes is practiced, his countenance is calm and accommodating despite the lack of seeming respect in the first call.
He had been disrespected before, he would be again. And if this was to be his new landlord, then of course the adjustment of his allegiance required such serenity.
The large black stallion was thicker than he believed wise, but it was not for him to tell the new liege that he was less than wise to tempt the desert with his bulk. He would rise or fall depending on his ability to adapt to the sands he’d rolled into and spurningly claimed. Antares business alone was to establish with this new Master of the Dunes his people and their right to their portion of the Dunes as he had once established with the former Queen.
He could only hope this beast was less of a cobra than the last landlord that held it.
"Hello, Master of the Dunes. I am Antares, Sheikh of the Dunes Sadim… not part of your predecessor's herd, but a group apart from hers. A leaseholder, if you will. I came to see if your call meant we must vacate or if a similar condition with yourself might be struck." To see if he would have to one day rid the Dunes of this one who would strip them of their home, or if a new Master could provide them the same understanding as they had long maintained and honored -- but he could not speak so blunt or bold without being aware of the new stallions nature.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ ten years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅