02-14-2016, 02:14 AM
Their borders had been teeming with life these days, new scents of skin not yet spiced by their sands. It brought a fleet of a smile to his wide mouth, especially with the somber thoughts that had been draping his lofty shoulders as of late. Matters of the heart, especially those laced with regret, were easy to dwell upon but for now – the titan casts those to the side.
Yael is already there, lithe gold frame dazzling against the mottled granules of his dunes as she stands beside the black mare. The king has seen decades come and go and it is easy for the Percheron to tell she is quite young, the titan’s heart brooded often over the circumstances of those that came to him so young – some abandoned, some fleeing, some for reasons he had never asked. They all told, within time.
The large stallion makes his way to the border where the mares stood, wings rustling softly at his sides, nipping at Yael’s side softly he says, “good morning ladies,” followed by a gentleman’s smile, “and who might you be?” He asks, large raven eyes holding the girl’s as he address her.
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vanquish
black king of the deserts
sorry this is shit