Soon I know you'll see, You're just like me. Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you.
It was true, loathing for her kind burned behind his optics like the flames that devoured lives. The lightly white splashed stallion barely managed to avoid her back hoof, though he’d expected as much retaliation from a sleeping mare. Shouldn’t have let her guard down so easily, she deserves what she gets, he sneered. Although the women on these islands seemed to think themselves in control, Karash found it nauseating. He would teach them to respect the order of things. Men led, they merely followed. Black auds remained close to his crown as the witch cackled, and though her voice dripped with sarcasm he believed them to be true. How lucky she was indeed, that someone of his standing would even notice a vixen like her! In all honesty, she should be honored. Still, the stag kept his maw closed and his eyes narrowed, locked on her chocolate orbs. She had fury, passion, demons.
Around the duo, others milled about the commons, most of them oblivious, dreadfully boring, or otherwise engaged. No one stood close enough to eavesdrop. ”Your kind is far from my favorite, however, you will serve my purposes,” Distaste filled his mouth like a rattlesnake’s venom. ”You technically belong to the Lagoon, a herd of bachelors and their trinkets but I’m sure I can work out a deal with Jaxon since he seems interested in keeping Anneliese for himself.” It was his turn to laugh with a smugness fitting of a king.
Everyone around these parts was so touchy, it made his golden skin crawl. The mare was abrabian, unfortunately, but she did seem smart enough to play along. Good for her, he rolled his eyes as she asked and answered her own question. Gothel. Well since she asked I may as well call her whatever I like. ”Well dear Gothel, I think I will call you Esir, my captive. I am Karash Han. I don’t suppose you know of the feud between our kinds?” How odd that so many did not, or did not seem fazed by it. Arching his boa proudly the stallion looked over his prize. Aside from her bloodlines she wasn’t hard on the eyes, not too old nor too young. She could prove fun and useful yet - and what a pity that was all she could ever be to someone like him.
Karash Han
male | akhal-teke | lagoon soldier | buckskin sabino | kittyha's dark prince