Gabbar
stallion . arabian . bay . 14.3hh . 6
Gabbar arches his neck and flicks his ears forward, lifting his dark eyes momentarily to the pretty chestnut’s face as she elaborates on her presence in the Dunes. “I am pleased to have done you such a service,” he replies. No Arabian should suffer the company of an impure horse, least of all be forced to endure it, and he thinks this is especially true of the mares of his breed. They are too beautiful, too superior to be controlled or held captive by anyone. The mare before him is as attractive and fine-blooded as any of the females from his home. Freeing her from the mutt’s authority had not been consciously done, but it seems to have worked out in his favor. Perhaps this mare is one he should focus his attentions on and attempt to curry favor with while on the Isles; his time here need not be in vain if he can acquire Consort status for himself.
The bay stallion’s gaze goes far for a moment as he considers the possibility of not returning to the desert, with or without the mares he has been sent to find. Before he can delve into that thought further, the flaxen chestnut answers his question, and all of Gabbar’s focus narrows suddenly onto her and the short but appalling tale she tells. He pins his ears and as he shifts his weight to his hindquarters, Gabbar’s muscles ripple under his brown coat. “No horse, seer or otherwise, will harm you as long as I can prevent it. Consider these Dunes your own sanctuary, if you wish, for I will drive away anyone who presents a threat to me or those who live here.” He strikes the sand in front of him to emphasize his point, then resettles his weight and lifts his ears. He continues in a tone with less bravado, “A mare —a seer!—controlled by a breeder? That is strange. No Arabian I know would permit such behavior. Perhaps I will pay my neighbor a visit.”
He nods as if to himself, then abruptly seems to recall whose company he keeps. “Thank you, Bayan, for your assistance. I will leave you now, unless you have any need of my company?” He stands with his tail half-flagged and waits to be dismissed.
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