It seemed that the akhal-teke had found himself a fighter. To some, this might enrage or discourage, but to Karash Han it became a pleasant surprise. True, their meeting may leave him with a bite or bruise but it would be worth the momentary pain. The femme’s well placed kick knocked against his chest, briefly knocking the wind out of his lungs and slowing his progress. For a minute the ache vibrated throughout his entire body. The golden stallion may have been content to play these games, but he could not let the girl know that, thus, his auds flickered back and stuck close to his skull while he narrowed his bright eyes.
”Now there’s no need for that,”He growled, again picking up his pace.
As the blueish mare turned to lunge at him he danced on his feet, jumping just out of her reach so that her teeth found nothing but air. Still she did not stop, coming at the brute again and again. Karash snorted and snapped his jaws at her legs, her shoulder, and once at her face. Although he could respect the fight and the power she unleashed, she would learn who she belonged to and where her place was. Black legs lifted the stallion into a high rear, front hooves thrashing in the air and searching to find purchase against her hide. Eventually she would tire. Eventually she would come limping home to the lagoon. Although it did seem he would take a bit of beating in return.
Orbs locked with hers, delighting in the fire he saw. You will do just fine, dear. he smugly tossed his crown and bellowed at the mare, black tassels lashing against his hindquarters.
”Now come along, there’s no point in using all your energy when it came be put to better use.” Karash paused his fighting momentarily as he spoke, glittering with adrenaline and her lips curled into a snort of snarl.
karash han
akhal-teke | 4 winters | buckskin sabino | male