Asifat's Finest (Mature) REMAKE

Created by the two most deadliest winds in the Arabian Desert and bloodlines running thick since the beginning, a winner was born.Originating from Asifat or Herd of Storms, the legend lives on.

Gameel stood atop the highest sand mountain he could find and gazed longingly out around him with burning black eyes. He was searching. Searching for a love. His muscles rippled beneath his sleek black and white painted coat and his two toned tail wavered above the wind, moving like a silken banner. His slick, dish shaped head was held high with dignity and honor as he stared, his gaze steady. Gameel's neck was perfect and his body was built for show speed. He was big, strong handsome and mighty.
The dark arabian suddenly reared upon his powerful hind legs and battered the gusty air with his for legs. He screamed a bone chilling cry of battle and laid his ears flat. Though his name means handsome and unique in Arabic, Gameel was born a skilled fighter and hated any other stallion or human. Coming back down, His hooves dug sharply into the sand. He tore from his post and raced down the hill side, his razor hooves leaving deep welts in the undisturbed sand. He tore after the apparition of his father who stood smirking at him. Upon drawing closer to it, he screamed a challenge and his ears lost in a black sea of mane.
Gameel ripped through the image and then spun on his heels. His nostril were flared and the whites of his eyes showed against his deathly face. He no longer saw his father, but empty desert and a setting sun. Grunting, Gameel was his former handsome again and started to prance back to his post to search for a willing mare to take on his duel personalities and his deadly history.



(If you have an arabian mare. Please PM me)
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