Asifat's Finest. (Mature please.)

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 hindlegs and battered the gusty air with his for legs. He screamed a bone chilling cry of battel 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.

Gameel's sleek skull suddenly whipped to his right. He sensed something. With his keen eyesight, he made out a equine figure making its way towards him. Rearing, he screamed another deadly challenge. He launched himself down the hill and towards it before letting his nose pick up the scent. The idea finally occurred.
The paint stud slid to a sliding halt and sand flew in all directions. He lifted his delicate mug to the gusty wind and took a whiff. He pulled his lips back in delight and waited. It was a female and she would come to him. He pranced eagerly.

Gameel watched her closely as she came closer. She was a beauty with a tan coat and a silken mane. He grinned as she came even closer to him yet. He bobbed his black head up and down and stopped when she said her name. "Hello, darling." he said thickly. "I am Gameel." He took another whiff of her and his black eyes rolled in their sockets.

Gameel laughed a throaty laugh as she started to walk away. "Are you now?" he cooed as he pranced after her. He trotted around in a circle and took all the smell he wanted. He nipped her rump and bounced playfully back.

Gameel laughed and jumped around her, playfully licking and nipping her withers and flanks. "What?" he teased as he closed in on her.