Posted on April 22, 2014 at 06:21:35 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian never minded spending time alone. In fact, he much enjoyed it, despite his upbeat and relatively social nature. But in the Ridge, he felt lonely and well, bored. He'd wandered the rocky terrain over and over by now, getting to know the cold sparce's nooks and less-traveled paths. He knew where best to step to avoid additional injury to his suffering leg and hip. The land seemed apathetic to him and his company, unwilling to calm its weather patterns to make him feel welcome. The scent of those who dwelled here before him had long since gone stale, the sweet perfume of the former women barely clinging to the branches of the thinning trees in his dense jungle. This whole "being a lead stallion" thing was proving to be harder than he initially imagined. There were moments when the buckskin stallion wished to abandon it all and take off again - forging across the sea and back to the mainland, leaving the string of islands in his rear view, for good this time. But something kept him here, a feeling Kasabian didn't truly understand. He'd never been responsible for anything outside of himself in all the years of his short life. Perhaps it was time to change that. The drifting scent of another, the musk of a male, greeted him as he basked under the sun not far from the shoreline. The ocean's angry waves deafened even the howling autumn winds that beat against his thickening golden coat and the rock ledges that surrounded him. The sun only seemed to surface from behind the clouds for brief spans in the afternoon. Being as bored as he was these days, Kasabian had seemingly memorized the Ridge's cyclical weather patterns, and had been taking afternoon naps on the beach for several days in a row. It was one of the brief, through truly happy, moments he had in his solitude as of late. But this scent, this semi-familiar smell, caused his golden-tipped ears to prick forward and his well-chiseled cranium to rise from the depths of the warm sand. How dare someone disturb his slumber, he grumbled as he struggled to stand, the stiffness in his hip and buckling at his knees causing some delay. Then again, the young steed was rather curious of the possibility of an intruder. He stumbled slowly down the shoreline until an equine's form loomed in view. There he issued a call to the stranger, urging his heaving frame into a two-beat gait as he hobbled in the loose sand. "Dude, I must be dreaming." The stallion said, his emerald eyes widening as he approached. His sudden change in expression mimicked that of a child experiencing something for the first time. However, Debonarie hardly resembled the fit and bright-eyed stallion Kasabian once knew. "Debo, is that really you? You have no idea how good it is to see you, man!" Kasabian's excitement could not be contained. The stallion whinnied wildly, launching himself into a half-rear as he nipped playfully at his long lost friend's shoulder. "How did you find me? Wait, hold that thought. Welcome to humble abode! Come on, let me show you around." KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |