Posted on August 16, 2016 at 09:51:47 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin stallion cut through the dust and scuffling appendages to best of his abilities, his energy and attention directed solely at the bay stallion. Kasabian benefited some from the stallion's initial interest in Psychedelic. His smirk widened upon feeling the impact of dull hoof upon flesh, even if he managed to miss his intended target. The stallion lands on all fours and swivels with a minor misstep on his hind end to face the crowd. Green eyes watch as a one of the mares scales a sloping dune in the distance. He pays her no mind and returns his attention to the black mare and bay stallion in front of them as they bark orders between each other in a language he does not know. This is no surprise to him, however. It's how Gabbar had chosen to talk to him when he arrived here the first time. Golden lobes lay flat against his poll now as he ignores the chatter. When Psychedelic speaks, Kasabian doesn't turn his head to look at his associate. He can hear in his tone that something about the way they talked irked him. Kasabian only hopes it fuels him to continue this fight, even if it was just for the sheer moment of battle now, with no mares to collect and take home. Kasabian laughs out loud once Gabbar addresses him, surprisingly, in a language they all understand. It's comical to him, that he had the courage to spout any kind of demands here given the way he and the black mare operate with one another. It is clear that she is a skilled fighter. Her stoic nature and formidable tone point to her being in charge, not him. "Big words, coming from a bitch who takes orders from a mare." Kasaiban growls, his head held high over his withers. Gabbar is nimble and quick on his feet. When he lashes out at Kasabian, the buckskin stallion has little time to react. The stallion urges himself up into a small half rear, the movement lopsided as his ailing hip begins to give out in the lose sand, but the stallion still kicks out with his front legs as bay comes closer. Upon landing, he feels a sharp sting against his leg as Gabbar manages to land a strike against him. Kasabian bares his teeth at the stallion, grasping for his neck before their two bodies begin to part. Only now does the buckskin stallion search for Psychedelic in the scuffle, nipping him lightly at his flank as a signal it was time to go. The stallion trots off a few steps before swinging his head wildly in the direction of where they left Gabbar and Valve. "Until next time." He muttered, and trotted off with an ambling limp toward the towering dunes in the distance. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |