[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | niyat ♀ ◅
Antares looks at the oncoming future with very little promise, but his melancholy and lack of luster does not seem to be a problem to those in his life. Aldebaran prefers the hands off approach, wild as he has ever been. Rigel holes himself away now with his mares out in the caves. Atair follows, almost neuter, behind his own lady love. The two stallions taking claims on his opened lands need no overwatch. The Sadim runs casually and perhaps he should think it restful - but mostly he feels empty. Empty of purpose or necessity or ambition. He is too afraid to lose what little fingerhold he has on his own household to make any moves or bring anyone else into the fold.
He watches, as ever. Watches and waits for a star to guide him. Watches over the dunes as they shift almost before his very eyes, wishing that the world had been kinder, had wanted of him to be more or better or at least had taken him before he’d realized his own insignificance and the indifference of the universe to the motions and moves of the ants that crossed it’s mortal soils. His red mane and slowly blanching body waits for it, looks for it, but as ever he is given disappointment as the sun creeps up over the horizon.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ stallion - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅