Posted on July 1, 2014 at 02:27:05 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. It became clear, at least to Kasabian, that this intruder was hardly a threat. Something about him seemed lost. There was a sadness in his eye, an itch to him that felt strangely familiar to Kasabian. Perhaps it was the same kind of anxiety that drove him back to the Islands fairly recently. The dark stud seemed to know the land. His gaze did not dart to the obvious peaks behind them, the breathtaking structures that the terrain was known for. The Dragon seemed to operate knowing that they were always there, and instead, taking note of the little things -- the brush and the grass, the rocks that littered the shoreline. It was as if this stranger was making sure everything was still in its right place. That's when it dawned on Kasabian. "It must have been yours too, at some time." Kasabian spoke, emerald eyes studying the man in the dead of night. Kasabian's stance couldn't be more lackadaisical. He stood at ease, his chiseled head hung low in line with his withers, golden lobes lazily drooping at the sides of his poll. Kasabian spoke, a flat pink tongue appearing and lapping against his whiskered lips. "Welcome home, Dragon. I'm Kasabian. This here, is Pilar." He looked to her with a sweet smile, happy to see that she seemed delighted, in some form, to be here alongside him. Their company in the Ridge was but a few. But together they were mighty, and they seemed content. KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |