~B a b y l o n~
The high strung Arabian stood impatiently in his box stall, his proud tail flicking at his haunches in irritation at his confines. Oh, how he hated being stalled up like that. With his naturally large nostrils flaring, Babylon arched his slim neck and with a single hind hoof, lashed out a violent kick at the back wall, making a loud thud echo through the stable as his hoof made contact with the wooden wall. The dark bay stallion blew a hard snort through his nose and gave his head a quick shake before resuming his irritable pacing. Muscles quivering with impatience, Babylon would halt occasionally only to furiously paw at the ground with his forehoof until he had scraped away all the straw beneath him to reveal the concrete below. Tossing his head once again, the unruly stud let forth a discontented whinny, accompanied by a few childish half-rears to further emphasize his temper tantrum. Each time, he would bring his front hooves back down the the ground with force, making quite the ruckus- as usual. Tossing his head once again, he snorted and this time, lashed out a full-on kick to the side wall with both hind hooves, sending forth an unsettling Thud! with the strike.
With his slim head shaking, Babylon resumed his tantrum, this time with more pacing, stomping, and kicking, accompanied by an occasional bite to the wooden half-door. Cribbing tended to be one of his many bad habits, and much the wood on the lower walls of his stall was well chipped away by now from it. Catching wind of the stallion's angry thrashing, Babylon's owner- a middle aged, big-boned man by the name of Roger Williams- came scurrying to the stables. The Arabian stud continued his impatient pleas for attention until he noticed the one human he somewhat trusted waddling his way. "Woah, woah, there." Roger called with his hands up as the stallion reared inside his stall once again. The words of the man brought Babylon's boisterous episode to a sudden halt. Blowing air from his nostrils, his pawed at the ground some more, watching from the back of his stall as the round man slipped inside. Babylon held his head high as Roger reached out to touch him, disallowing the gesture. Still, Roger continued murmuring to the stud to calm him down until he was eventually able to slip a halter onto his head, though not without some outward disagreement from the stallion in the form of a half rear and a shrill neigh. Once he'd managed to get the red halter fastened, Babylon calmed down a bit, knowing this always meant it was time to leave this God-forsaken stall. So, he allowed the human to lead him out, following behind at the end of a lead shank obediently.