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to run all day and not grow weary; assist



Antares


[an TAH rez]

✬ sayyida ✬

▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | niyat ♀ ◅


His daughter had notified him through Sakhmet. A jailbreak was imminent from the Lagoon. The mares would be attempting to flee with the help of a defecting stallion named Diomedes. He had kept his ear out for it - and finally the time had come. The call reaches him and he gathers himself and his brothers towards the one who sought refuge. The shore onto which she washes is one that is furthest from the mainland - he could only imagine that the riptide had done it’s work too well - but he does not miss a beat once he sees the one in pursuit of her [he assumed this on the grounds that jailbreaks come with pursuers].

"Aldebaran, go get Martyr and Helios. If we face more than one jailer, we will need the manpower. Rigel, go get Al Hilal… he will be with Azalais and Qamar." And then he and Atair take off towards the oncoming invasion of their shore.

Antares and Atair are matched paced, although it is easier for Antares to engage first with his renown for endurance. He may not be some war strategist or know all the tricks of the blood trade, but he was trained to rule and he had his fair share of fights to rest his confidence on. He can see the other stallion that had come to the mare’s aid, one he had noted in the past as one of the Casual Residents of the Main Oasis. He hears the stallion offer defense, though it was not his job, and he has a mind to ask this one if he might also wish a place among the Sadim. He had an extreme prejudice towards the keeping of others against their will - his beloved Aminah among the numbers of those forced from their choices - and thus Kestrel had earned a rich welcome if he should choose the Dunes.

"Well said, friend. And I say that the ground on which she stands is mine, and therefore she too is mine to keep until she chooses better for herself than the soonest earth she can reach in her exit from your home." He rumbles, though his voice is not the deepest that men could sometimes boast.


OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES

▻ stallion - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅



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