Soon I know you'll see, You're just like me. Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you.
Bored to his wits end, the golden stallion had finally decided to make another trip to the crossing island. The Lagoon was a dead place, unlike what he dreamed for it. If Argento will not take control and fix thing, I will. He snarled to himself, blunt teeth bared at the murky marshland as he turned his back on it. How can they be so content to be nothing? Sooty black auds furrowed into his black mane, his eyes wild. The akhal-teke prince had already considered returning home once, but failure was not an option. Not for him. Thus, his gold and black legs pounded the ground beneath his muscular bodice and carried him to the common grounds.
It had been nearly a full season since he had been in the common areas. The first mare he had claimed there had been unruly and useless. What a waste of time and waste of space, Karash Han spat at the ground and shook his skull. All around him life had begun to spring up from the dead, cold ground. Flowers and green blades of grass, trees regrowing their leaves. It might have been a beautiful sight to some, but to the prince it meant nothing. Seasons came and went. Sweltering heat, bitter cold, none of it mattered. Cracking his raven tail against his side, his eye sought the form of a female companion and for a moment, he thought he was in luck. In the distance there stood a sooty black vixen, her optics closed and ignorant to the world around her. She will do. His limbs moved swiftly toward her, eager to claim her before anyone else had the chance, however, as he drew closer anger split his facade. An arabian!
Pulling up short, the buckskin stallion snorted in disgust. Dare he touch such a creature? She didn’t look full bloodied, but close. As much as he yearned for entertainment there was such hatred built between their two breeds that he considered turning his back to her and leaving. Or worse yet, taking her down completely while she slept. You NEED to fill the Lagoon you idiot, he scolded himself. The truth was like cough syrup, revolting but helpful. Throwing himself forward the stag nipped at her withers hard enough that blood might be drawn, unable to contain all of the rage within him.
”You are mine now. If you try to fight me I’ve no quarrel with killing you.”
Karash Han
male | akhal-teke | lagoon soldier | buckskin sabino | kittyha's dark prince