gaza
Another blazing hot summer, and though the sun is a cruel mistress, the breeze alleviates her wrath, and so Gaza finds that it is cool enough to run. He is aimless; the dunes always led him home, but outside of the Desert, he has nowhere he needs to be. So the black man flies, as fast as a half-draft can, with heavy hooves and a wandering heart. Deep within, he knows that his sire would never approve of his lackadaisical spirit and aversion to responsibility.
But the King is dead; the King went and abandoned his family. And then his family left him too. So aside from his Ima (never doubt that he loves her fiercely, that the moment she calls for him, he will sprint to her side), who is there left to command his loyalty? Pevensie is a lovely Queen, sure, but something inside him yearns for… a thing he is not yet sure he’s found. Companionship? Love? A… herd? He has no children, the rest of the trio have disappeared… even Zilpah has gone on her Great Adventure. A thousand oysters lay ahead of him, and he has yet to choose which one has the brightest pearl. He’s never had to make up his mind before, and so Gaza doesn’t do it now. He simply runs. He runs as if he were chasing the camels again, even going to far as to let loose a thunderous Aye-yeh-yai-yai! to the emptiness around him.
Eventually, however, he gets tired of scaring the birds and his breath grows short, and summer catches up with him. Oooohhhh… as Gaza slows down, the world spins a little bit, and he knows he’s pushed himself too far (like the silly man-stuck-in-adolescence that he is). Water - he needs - like any Desert horse, he’s a hound dog to water, and as soon as he smells the pool that Drow is playing in, he heads that way. It isn’t far. Through a couple of bushes and to the left of some saplings. The other stallion would probably hear him coming, of course. It’s difficult for Gaza to be stealthy. The sights of the other stallion playing like a colt in the water is rather amusing, and Gaza makes no attempt to hide his laughter.
Oh, he used to do that too! Until Ima told him it was rude to muddy one of the few water sources in the Desert. He takes a few steps closer until he’s at the edge of the water, his golden eyes all sparkly and friendly-like. “Mind if I join you?” The big stallion then grins cheekily and dips a large, black hoof into the water, tossing a few droplets Drow’s way.
vanquish x yael
[sorry not sorry for hogging you. Gaza made me do it]