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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:25 pm
 trails of dust and sand followed the black robed prince on his trek far from home. Two tasks he must do and one would require him to return home with a mare of suitable blood to bare his sons and continue his father’s great line and as firstborn he must have a mate before his brother Saafir could choose one himself such was the way things.
The second task included becoming wiser about the world; there was much of the world he wished to see. His father was a great ruler both wise and a skilled in the way of the sword, he had been taught from birth to use the weapon he carried but strength alone was not enough his father had told him, he had to become wise and knowledgeable through his experiences and so he had set out to accomplish these to tasks.
“Praise Allah,” the stallion whispered seeing the trees in the distance he would find water there. This journey had brought him to another oasis across the golden dunes and the empty badlands, trees had finally sprouted on the horizon, and the young stallion had finally found a place of rest. His father had taken him on many short journeys when he was young to prepare him and Kamal was grateful for it. He entered the oasis much like his home but much smaller, and fewer trees to offer protection from the scorching sun, while his robes too offered protection.
Lengthening his stride as he moved to the small pond for a drink, it didn't look like anyone was about and water being a precious resource in the desert there should be more than him here. Kamal having been taught to go without water for long periods of time still found it divine as the cool liquid went down his throat.
But caution was key; Kamal wouldn't allow himself to be surprised by any such bandit lying in wait. Once he was sure there was no one about he allowed himself to drink.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:59 pm
The lone mare could feel her muscles tighten and release as she ran. The desert was her home, and yet at times it made it very clear that she was a mere guest. Her mane flicked about her as she finally slowed to a halt, her breath coming out softly as she quieted her body. She was no brute though. Her movements were soft, demure, and even her eyes seemed to gleam like an iridescent gem. She was the picture of beauty in the body of mare as black as night, with white socks and a stripe upon her nose as bright as starlight. The tack she wore was of deep ocean blue and gleaming silver, with bits of color tossed in that stood out in a lovely way.
She smiled, having enjoyed her run. Though her having spotted the lofty trees that shaded the pool had been shear dumb luck. Trotting slowly toward it, Basira breathed in the slightly cooler air, the shade becoming an almost intoxicating thing compared to the scorch of the ever-seeing eye that was the sun.
She did not see anyone else, though this did not mean that there was no one else here. Her ears twitched at this, her body becoming tense, her gaze agitated as she stepped forward to lap at the water. Danger thrown to the wind for a moment, she drank to her heart's content until it seemed she would burst from within.
She settled next to the water, her hooves tucked beneath her. A whisper of a breeze played through the trees and with it brought a scent. She could not discern it, having not the nose those who had grown to build their senses would have had. She did not move as a stallion stepped forward to drink at the other end of the pool. Her heart was racing, wonder whether to run and hide. But where?
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 12:34 am
The sticky desert breeze shifted bringing with it a scent that tickled the stallions nostrils both familiar yet new to him, his mother had a scent similar yet far from it, feminine was the only word for it. A mare, raising his head he couldn't sense another presence other than the mare, why would a mare be so far out here without a stallion? Kamal wondered. His mother never did anything without father's approval, had she fled? Perhaps she was unfaithful, Kamal snorted at the thought.
That would not do, Kamal's gaze fell to the other side of the pond as the wind whispered through the palms, in the shade was a mare black as night. She seemed frozen at the site of him, strange if such an unfaithful mare be afraid of another stallion. And act perhaps? The desert was treacherous for any and especially mares, had she lived here alone? Question after question materialized in the stallion’s mind, he could never be too careful when choosing a mare. His great royal father had often spoken to him of such things.
“You, Mare what business do you have here, where is your stallion to guard you?” the royal prince asked calling her to attention moving swiftly through the water to get a better look at the mare on the opposite bank, robes skimming the surface collecting the droplets as he passed making the fabric a little heavier.
He stood tall, proud like a prince should; he would have his answers from this mare after all where would she go he could not follow. "I am Kamal first born son of the King of Kings Shahryar and the Queen of Queens Scheherazade."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 1:14 am
Basira was startled when the stallion made his way toward her. None had approached her in a long time, and the movement felt almost how a leopard would be: stalking his prey. Though it was a major exaggeration to what was occurring. She flicked her eyes over the male, her ears going back as she stared. She stood quickly, stepping back to stand near a date palm tree, it's fronds hanging low, heavy with fruit. She kept the tree between herself and the stallion in an almost scared way. Her brown liquid eyes seemed to calculate what was going on, but were filled with uncertainty.
It took her a moment to wonder about his question. A stallion to guard her? It had been many many suns since she had seen another soul near this oasis.
At his exclaiming of whom he was, her head shifted, tilting to one side in a quirky way. Though the names were familiar, she could not place them. For him to say he was a prince, however, gave her pause. Not many could say that their veins held royal blood. Fewer still would have the audacity to claim their parents to be Queen and King.
Words formed on her lips, yet seemed to die prematurely. Conversation was not something she had managed since she was young. But she tried hard, her eyes narrowing as she made the words. "My name... it is Basira. I am of no importance. Of... no blood, for my line lives no more. My mother was my mother... my father was my father. May they both rest within the sheltering arms of the desert sands." She shuddered. Thinking back was a painful task, a sad one which conjured sad memories which she tried not to dwell upon. "We were attacked by... I'm not even certain. Our protectors were cut down like a hawk upon prey... my family were chased into the desert sands, and there they fell, wounds grave. I have no protector. There is no one left to protect but a meager mare who is of little importance."
Saying the words felt like a final blow, yet she knew it was over-exaggerating. She shook her head minutely, then bowed it in an almost submissive manner, her eyes downcast. "Please forgive this insolent mare's words, for I am not fit to live."
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 12:05 am
She moved gracefully Kamal observed, and she was well structured for mare both aesthetically pleasing and strong having lived alone in the desert without the protection of a stallion. Perhaps this mare would bring healthy sons and she seemed obedient as well but she had to be tested first before Kamal would hear himself think any more "Fear not, it is dishonorable to lay ones hooves on a mare unless she has wronged one first." he explained hoping the mare would relax a bit.
It pained him to hear of such a terrible calamity to befall one’s family, yet with her survival her families blood lived yet. It seemed to him Basira carried noble blood with her stature and temperament. He could see it pained her to remember such terrible things but there must have been a reason for fate to bring her such grief as there was he was meeting her now.
“Surely you are of noble birth; there is much about you that speaks without words along with your eloquent tongue.” perhaps it had been so long she had forgotten about blood tie. Her father would have known such and her mother, every mother must know of their ties, but then it didn't look like Basira had been a mother, or perhaps she had once and forgotten being unfaithful. One could never be too careful.
"Such unspeakable horror you have endured, perhaps fate had indeed brought me here to bring you to my father’s herd.” The mare had spoken of doing nothing dishonorable, she had survived and become stronger as to bare many sons and continue her family line, and the mare should be proud of such an opportunity. "Will you come?" he asked.
He would watch her as he took her back to the herd, to see if what she said was true, He would make his decision then the prince decided.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 4:05 pm
A small noise left the small mare's mouth; something between a sob and a sigh. Her brow was furrowed, but the look in her eyes spoke of weariness and a moment of mourning at the memories that touched her.
When he spoke of her being of noble birth, she lifted her eyes for a moment to look at him, "I am an insect in the dirt compared to one who shines like the sun itself."
Gently, she stepped forward toward the stallion she now knew as Kamal. Her movements were demure, her hair hanging low upon her face. Her snout lowered toward the ground as she stared at the golden sand. Her mind had already made itself up, so there was no qualms as her words left her lips. "You honor me with your request, and I cannot disagree to it, Shehzada." She murmured, her voice rather mute.
She remembered what her mother had taught her: males were the strong ones, and made that way by the gods to protect their families. She had not had the opportunity to be bonded to a male while with her family as any males beside her father were strictly forbidden to present themselves to those females within the caravan. She had been looked down upon for the longest time, for she had been her father's firstborn child, but when she blossomed into a beautiful mare, her father was proud and looked for the perfect son for her daughter to wed. That had been where they had been heading. But lo! They were attacked and all hope scattered.
But here she was. Staring at a male who could clearly hold his own in the wide world, whom would take her in. Was Allah looking upon her with favor?
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:18 pm
Kamal felt pity for the mare as the sorrow did seem to overflow during a moment of mourning. But at last she stepped forward, finally, and he was pleased with her answer, how could she refuse such an offer to find protection among a herd with a kings son.
"A wise mare you are indeed." he smiled quite pleased with himself "Then tomorrow you will come with me as I continue my journey, we will return once the moon has gone a full cycle." father wanted him to be strong, and thrive in the desert alone far away from the comforts of home and thrive he would. the gods seemed to favour him, it had only been half a moon cycle and he had found a mare worthy in his eyes but Kamal knew her trials would begin once they returned home.
"A grand adventure I promise it shall be," he promised her.
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