.{.The Thief Who Stole the King's Gem.}.

[vnes♥]

Al-Sarim
[Lionhearts and Misfits.]

By the enchanted palace gardens of the palace of the greatly feared Sultan,
A thief made entry and prowled the grandiose fountains and the rose bushel.
He evaded the guards as they dozed warily at their post with sword in sheath.
His dagger was ready should he need to draw it.
Over the wall to the palace courtyard, scaling the palace's inner walls,
Finding time to look on the Sultan's harem,
The thief entered the sealed room (with ease)
Within which was kept the king's most prized possessions.
For there was gold and silver and silks and master-crafted tapestries.
There were gems and precious stones and weapons adorned with them.
But he made no show if interest in such things.
The thief entered the hall of the palace
And the private chamber of the king's most prized possession of all,
And low the cause of his joy was now his,
Her eyes and her hair and the softness of her kiss,
Desired even at the cost of his life, so the thief had acquired his prize.

The virile was highly animated today, it had been a while since he had felt the rush of such an excursion. It was winter now, his pelt had turned from shimmering black-mahogany to a shrubby reddish black coat, his breathe was misty now as he motioned under the cover of the sparse woodlands. The lull of the creek could be heard though the waters were running icy cold now. The virile turned now ever keeping a close eye on the lady he had recently acquired. The mare was a slender beauty of darkest hues and perhaps a lady in every regard. If he were perhaps why he had stolen the woman when they had never even met, he might answer (without hesitation) that it was simply an opportunity that presented himself. It had been decided not too long ago that his plans to head to the islands would be put on hold and he would tend to his new band of misfits. There was hardly a reason not to add another maiden to his numbers at least for a time. Always in the act of theft, the theft of a woman for it was not his first, there was a tinge of guilt about the matter. But he looked at the lady with a warm playfulness in his eyes, curious about the mare and thinking that this would add to and make for an even more interesting winter. Sarim reassured himself further as he reflected that he might also offer the mare better sanctuary than her previous benefactor.

AS the dark sahib led the way, he paused as he felt a frosty flake upon his nose. Raising his dark brown orbs to the heavens, it became apparent that a light snow was finally falling over the creek. It was a serene sight to behold, and Sarim grinned as he admired it, his mind stringing words into a verse that might describe this beautiful first fall and the arrival of winter. This was not something a desert-born often experienced. Then he was not a true-desert born and the snow was something he had become accustomed to as a child. Now among the stuff again...he wondered if the lady liked snow. Again he turned to her and decided to try to see if she might grace him with a word at least.

"Is it not beautiful my lady?" He was referring to the snowfall. "A dull comparison to yourself. My name is Al-Sarim...Sarim will do fine.";The stallion waited now to see if he would receive a response in return.

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Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hh

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WORDS: 586
TAGS: Hawk (Hawk)//Ivanhoe (horsedreamer)
OOC: here it is!! <3