Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
Massive walls of ice glared at him cruelly like prison guards come to accept the delinquent with wicked grins and lock him away. Thick vagrant snow groped at his feet, begging to be set free. Brittle bones of winter crunched under his weight with each step. It was a grating sound. And like a deathly black Reaper he flowed forward with a single purpose.
Uncontrollable shudders racked his body. His winter coat was nonexistent, birthed straight from the phoenix sun and sands of another land. This frozen hell would be the death of him. The warrior gritted his teeth and marched on, blistering winds biting his skin.
He was here for one reason, and it was his unwavering honor forcing him across this wretched place, nearly freezing to his death. Even as he halted, with those frozen guards standing over him menacingly, he was not impressed. The place itself was impressive but no, he was not impressed. He couldn't fathom living here, surviving here. A promise he always kept, so here he was.
JOSIE!he called for the glorious mare.
She'd done things to him he hoped he had successfully masked from her with his quick dismissal. He'd had to ignore her, avoid looking at her. She scratched at the scab on his heart, cracked his protective walls. Her radiance and elegance reminded him of home, her exquisite ebony coat matching his perfectly. Their greatest difference was in his mixed blood. Where her lovely face dished gently as the pure Arabian's did, his was flat and solid, a bitter declaration of his bastard lineage.
He said he'd come, so he did. But it would take more than just the friendship of a gentle mare to sway his mind to stay, assuming he could even survive it. And he had since vowed to care for another mare, to protect her and find a suitable home with plenty a stallion to choose from if she wished; to live in peace and safety as he watched over. He had to brush that one from his mind for now though, there were too many confusing emotions attached. He would sort them out after his meeting.
Akkadian stood tall, shadowed tail cut through the bright winter with the current of icey gusts. His hard eyes were trained on the formidable entrance. He did not dare cross the threshold to the kingdom beyond. Like a quivering child his noble person shuddered involuntarily, chilled to the bone, as he waited for her to show.
Uncontrollable shudders racked his body. His winter coat was nonexistent, birthed straight from the phoenix sun and sands of another land. This frozen hell would be the death of him. The warrior gritted his teeth and marched on, blistering winds biting his skin.
He was here for one reason, and it was his unwavering honor forcing him across this wretched place, nearly freezing to his death. Even as he halted, with those frozen guards standing over him menacingly, he was not impressed. The place itself was impressive but no, he was not impressed. He couldn't fathom living here, surviving here. A promise he always kept, so here he was.
JOSIE!he called for the glorious mare.
She'd done things to him he hoped he had successfully masked from her with his quick dismissal. He'd had to ignore her, avoid looking at her. She scratched at the scab on his heart, cracked his protective walls. Her radiance and elegance reminded him of home, her exquisite ebony coat matching his perfectly. Their greatest difference was in his mixed blood. Where her lovely face dished gently as the pure Arabian's did, his was flat and solid, a bitter declaration of his bastard lineage.
He said he'd come, so he did. But it would take more than just the friendship of a gentle mare to sway his mind to stay, assuming he could even survive it. And he had since vowed to care for another mare, to protect her and find a suitable home with plenty a stallion to choose from if she wished; to live in peace and safety as he watched over. He had to brush that one from his mind for now though, there were too many confusing emotions attached. He would sort them out after his meeting.
Akkadian stood tall, shadowed tail cut through the bright winter with the current of icey gusts. His hard eyes were trained on the formidable entrance. He did not dare cross the threshold to the kingdom beyond. Like a quivering child his noble person shuddered involuntarily, chilled to the bone, as he waited for her to show.
@[Josie]