Posted on August 5, 2016 at 07:27:59 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian swam alongside Psychedelic in silence. His ailing hip seething in protest as he kicked against the surf, his green eyes set on the island of Salem. His gut twisted and tightened as they drew closer to the desert island. Kasabian had been here only once in his life. All he needed was one trip to know this place was hell on earth. He was living in the Lagoon then and was here on orders from Felony. Shamwari had been in tow. That trip would eventually lead to their friendship and knowledge that they came from the same blood. But Kasabian wasn't thinking about his half-brother now. He was remembering the face of that foolish Arabian, the stallion who had spit at him in a foreign tongue, too proud and too stupid to hear the offer he'd brought all the way from the bachelor herd. Gabbar was his name. Kasabian was only returning to Salem to pay the poor bloke a visit. This time the brute would remember his name. The stallion emerged on the shoreline of the Salem a soaking mess. He hopped along on three legs as his hip burned from the exertion of the swim and only came to rest once he'd found a flat and hard surface of caked and crackling orange clay. There he stood for a long moment, the sides of his barrel rising and falling in quick huffs, and one ankle resting while he waited for the throbbing pain in hip to subside. Green eyes landed on Psych now as he voices his complaints about this place, and Kasabian merely nods in agreement. "Why anyone would ever settle here willingly, I'll never know." He spat, then moved forward with a more noticeable limp than usual. Golden tipped lobes lay flat against his skull as they scaled the highs and lows of the dunes for some time, sweat already dampening his sleek coat. "The last time I was here, there was some asshole named Gabbar leading this place." Kasabian warned. "One of those elitist purebred types. So keep an eye out." It wasn't long after that Psych spied two mares in the distance and charged off to collect them. Kasabian hesitated a moment, his green eyes surveying the empty terrain before following Psych's path down the slope, He headed off in the opposite direction of his associate, rounding up the smaller mare of the two, but keeping an eye on the leggy black one. She was fit and seemed alert. His jaws parted as he dared to inch within striking distance and reached out to bite at her flank. He was sure to move quickly out of the way after his attack. A third descended upon them quickly, a the familiar bay stallion Kasabian had warned Psych about. A sinister grin spread across the buckskin stallion's whiskered lips. He watches as Gabbar targets Psych, eager to see how Psych handles himself in the action, but moves quickly into a defensive position. Kasabian pushes his tired frame into a thundering three-beat canter, deciding he'd rather give up the mares if that means he gets a chance to take down the Arabian. He rounds Psych's right side and spins quickly on his haunches, positioning his hind end in striking range and loads his front end with all of his weight. In a quick two-part motion, Kasabian launches his hind legs out at Gabbar, which every intention of striking him along his abdomen. Upon landing he trots off a few steps and swivels around, his eyes surveying both Psych and Gabbar for damage. "Remember me, buddy?" KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |