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 Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 1:13 pm
Outside the city of 'Unique'(Farid) is vast country side. Desert, Oasis, grasslands, all can and are found here. It is the place to raise the Deverish's, the horses who dance. And so it is here, that the gypsy kumpania's are found.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 4:31 am
"Akana mukav tut le Devlesa" A tall muscular man waved the one bowing before him with those words, even as another got his attention. Kohl rimmed ice blue eyes met those of the palace servant with derision.
"Sire, he's making demands again."
"And I could care? He's getting what he wanted. and your have my orders concerning things."
"Sire, you are not just the viovod, but also...." He was cut off with a hand clutched around his neck. He dared not show fear however, his life was truly in this man's hands.
"We will not speak of this. When Kalil returns, then perhaps." He loosened his grip the man falling to his knees, but daring not to rub at the soreness of his neck skin. "Gadje Gadjensa, Rom Romensa" That was his dismissal and well he knew it. He skampered off, wishing the man was more willing to do his part.
The man, for his part had already dismissed the servant from his mind. "Kaski san? Kay zhala I suv shay zhala wi o thav" There was a distant look in his eyes as he walked towards his stallion, stroking the animal's neck lovingly before tugging on the man and throwing his body up and over, to land astride.
"Come Taluese!" and the magnificent horse was off, racing through the sands and into the desert, allowing his rider the freedom he so rightly craved.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:51 pm
Much time later, as the stars lay a blanket of night over the land, the man found himself reclining on the sand, his horse beside him. Nothing would bother the viovod, he was with one with his country as his country was with him.
"Where are you my darling? Are you dead as I fear, or merely hiding your shimmer from me?" Taluese neighed and bumped her head against his shoulder, but he merely laughed and fed him a sugar cube. "Gently, little one. Gently." His voice soft and crooning as if to a lover.
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