Posted on April 13, 2014 at 03:49:36 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. It's quiet. Almost too quiet. But Kasabian revels in it, grazing idly on a grassy patch near the center of his jungle. He listens to the native creatures, the only others that reside here with him. The insects hum and buzz around him in the deep trees, the calls and chirps of colorful birds from the high branches. The smell of sea is strong at any point in the Ridge, and his nostrils flare as he takes in the scent. This was his home, but he rarely found himself in it. The stallion was constantly churning, moving from Atlantis to the main gates, trying but failing to be social in an attempt to recruit others to dwell alongside him here. The scent of those who lived here before him, the mares and children that abandoned this place once its past ruler had left, were now gone and stale. Worry was beginning to set in. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for this after all. His well defined jaw churns as he swallows, lush grass even autumn was a blessing. He would have to make this work. KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |