Posted on September 16, 2016 at 06:46:21 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian hadn't felt this good since, well, since he and Psychedelic got into a scuffle with that piece of shit Arabian in the Dunes. Or since he returned to the Lagoon and found Psych had brought him a very special gift. As the buckskin's nostrils flared and the Bay's crisp, cold air flooded his lungs and stung down his windpipe, he wished the painted stallion was here at his side now, ready to cause havoc among these do-gooders here on Tinuvel. Since he wasn't here, Kasabian would just have to share his exploits with his buddy at a later time. After which, of course, he made these two fools remember who they were dealing with. After which he instilled the power behind the Lagoon into the back of their heads. The tawny stallion was sweating but you would never know it. He reveled in the ice cold feeling of his own salty, damp skin in the cold snow of winter. It made his mind feel more clear and it masked the aches from his wounds. He took a moment longer to assess they damage he'd managed to inflict upon the two horses standing opposite to him -- the fleshly wound on the mare's cheek and, the strike against the stallion's side. But neither of his foes wore the pain of the wounds on their faces. Kasabian could only see anger in their eyes. But that excited him more. The buckskin stallion squealed wildly as the two descended upon him again, clearly determined to defeat him or at least send him back into the waves that were already lapping gently at his ankles. His green-eyed gaze focused on the mare first this time, as she charged at him head on. He reeled his weight back over his haunches to meet her mid air in his own rear, the adrenaline masking the pitiful pleas from his achy hip as his front legs and chest rose from the ground. Mariael was faster and more nimble, however, reaching full height before Kasabian had managed to show even the weakest display of a half rear, her legs striking wildly at his face, neck and chest. A low, gurgling grunt left his parted lips in a creamy huff as her dull hooves made contact with his neck and chest, the blows striking him hard enough to send him stumbling into the spotted stallion's counter attack. Kasabian felt the weight of Nephilim's hooves along his spine as he struggled to regain his footing, the deep, searing pain causing the buckskin stallion to cry out again in pain. Kasabian couldn't focus. Sharp pains continue to reverberate through his back, dulling the pangs that spasmed in his neck and his chest. He felt shaky on his limbs already, clearly too stunned to retort in a counter attack, when the spotted stallion came at him again, using his own weight to push Kasabian farther back into the oncoming surf. Kasabian's body let up, his hooves and legs moving quickly to keep his balance as he was forced back into deeper water. He did manage to bare teeth and try to push Nephilim off him with some oncoming bites at his neck and face, but they were half hearted at best. Kasabian came to the realization that he had nothing left to give in this fight, let alone struggle to swim in the piercing frigid waters back to the Crossing, in such a condition. But he had to pick one or the other. With one last pleading grasp of his chomping jaws, he tried to push the stallion away from him before hobbing on his bad hip and turning to flee toward deeper water at an awkward, and clearly lumbering, three beat gait. Perhaps he wouldn't tell Psychedelic about his trip to Tinuvel after all. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |