[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | nashira ♀ ◅
Antares was still the color of seashells and blood, the graying of his body far slower than that of his Wife, Sayyida. His Wife whitened like brilliant bones in the desert sun, beautiful and promising to only grow more glorious as Amon shon on her. He is hesitant to let this particular stallion lay eyes on her, but still he keeps in mind to call her out once this "Frey." was proven non-violent. She was pregnant, his Mira and Wife, was… and he was fighting between his promise to stand beside her and his wishes to stand between her an threats.
"What do you have to offer as a leaseholder? And how do I know I can trust you?" It was a similar question that Nyimara had pondered - his usefulness in his placement at the eastern side of the territory. It had been hard to quantify to her the worthiness of him and his people. "For the offer we bring, I would say that it is common to wish a full and thriving demesne, being Master over scorpions and hare and serpents hardly as satisfying." He tilts his head, forgetting precisely how he had worded it to Nyimara and yet a portion of himself feeling rather a bit less beggarish. "For our former landlady, we provided many eyes to keep watch, a buffer on the eastern borders, and a safe place during battles and wars for the children that might flee if the worst should come to pass."
He knows it's not subservient, that position of which he speaks, and to some stallions that alone would be untenable. "She provided me autonomy to rule my desert tribe, offering me the eastern dunes and its four oases. I swore that no child of her family would be turned away if seeking sanctuary and that no battle of mine would be her concern - just as no battle of hers would concern me. Symbiosis in the barest sense, but providing her fealty in so far as her basic laws so that we might live in harmony under her rule. Her commands and requirements were simple and consisted of harboring no enemy and engaging in no treachery. The perception of her for allowing a dunes-dwelling people to be amidst the world of their ancestors was perhaps another reason she allowed such a large group to live under her branches."
His red bloodmarks blur as he shakes himself. "As for how to trust me, I will simply design to trust you first-- I will show to you my greatest treasure and the thing which is the whole heart of me..." He looks to the sands first, sighing just a little before his sharp stallion squeal of entreating streaks up his throat and across the sands to that too familiar dual-oasis where his and the main Sadim herds hubbed. His queen, his pregnant heart-and-soul, he calls - it is not a summons, however. This was a call of a stallion who has no will to command attendance but who would wish the presence of a mare.
"I would not prefer to force the full travel, if you are amenable" He waited for a small sign of assent and then began leading the larger stallion [quite larger, in fact] towards the third of the Dunes that the Sadim claimed for so long as their own. He calls again, entreating his Mira again, though never rushing and never commanding. He did not need to wring power out of every experience anymore - Sayyida was his partner now, sharing the weight of leadership with him and making him only the more confident in his place.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ ten years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅