[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | niyat ♀ ◅
As anticipated, the large stallion had faded into the sands. Whether or not it was because he was simply too large to subsist in the less than verdant and less than kind climate, he could not be certain - but he was unsurprised. Nyimara had been more of one, if he was honest. Her absence had been startling. The absence of a leader in the Dunes, however, called to him like a siren. A chance to take it back, to make it something that could be maintained without begging the kindness or understanding of someone mad for power. .
Salem was never very peaceful in and of itself, but he had a mind to make at least the Dunes a refuge. - an oasis - in the inherent chaos. Fiery land made for fiery spirits and he could accommodate that - but he also needed to mitigate the expectation that as a landholder, you had to provoke your neighbors or subjugate the other herds allowed into your demesne. He wanted allies, yes, but he wanted them to live their lives for themselves. He wanted safe neighbors, but he wanted them as only that. His only rules could guarantee them some modicum of peaceful lifestyle, at the very bottom line. Give the opportunity to those who also simply wished a place to subsist with those that had come to love them.
His seashell pink body makes it to the main oasis after his detailed and careful 21 hour sifting and filtering search for Nyimara or Frey. Only when he was satisfied that neither was found to take offense to his claim did he call out across the dunes to announce his renewed authority.
The nerves involved were immense, his flesh flicking with twitches as he felt the weight of the old expectations knock on the door of his mind. The weight of the responsibility of keeping his family safe, of supporting a land under his own power, to confront the comers and antagonizers. Only the presence of his Mira and brothers would soothe him -- so a second call reaches out towards his Wife and the only creature who was truly aware of what his claim could raise in his nervous heart.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ ten years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅