Posted on July 11, 2014 at 07:06:41 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. He watches her as she approaches, having caught sight of the mare's slight frame before she found his own laboring in a clearing near the entrance to the jungle. A smirk turns the corners of his mouth as he watches her, emerald orbs following her careful moves and taking note of the curiosity in her eye when she peers over the jagged edges of his rock-laiden paths. Pilar was peculiar to him, a treasure, no doubt. He loved her inquisitive nature, the pulsing passion for exploration that coursed through her veins. She reminded him of a version of himself, one from several years ago, when the stallion had that same itch to stray. He'd seen the world and then some, his heart and mind full from his years of aimless wanderings, hence his return to the islands. Despite the occasional pang of loneliness, an inevitability of being on the move for such lengthy periods of time, Kasabian wouldn't trade his experiences for the world. Even his ailments, the tightness in his hip and the weakness in his leg, he wore as badges of pride -- a sign of a life well-lived. But Kasabian worried about Pilar. She was so young, naive in many ways to the wills of the world. He wasn't about to father her, however. That was not his place -- nor did he think he was ready to take on such responsibility -- but he did indeed wish only happiness for her. Perhaps it went without saying, but it was imperative that Pilar understand she had free range of the Ridge. She could come and go as she pleased. She could leave the herd permanently, if she so wished, although of course, Kasabian hoped she never would. When the stallion took claim of the territory, he vowed to rule it differently. He wanted to create a haven of sorts that would bend to the wills of each and every inhabitant. That everyone who sought a home -- no matter the version of it -- they could find something that worked for them, with him, in The Ridge. Be that for Midas or be it for Pilar. He nickered gently to her as she approached, bobbing his head in recognition when her body registered him in the distance. "Just the lady I was looking for," Kasabian spoke, his thick brown tail swishing gently at his hocks. "I am due to pay our neighbor a visit. It seems you've already beat me to the punch." Gossip moved quickly through the islands -- it didn't take long for word to get to him that Pilar had already explored Paradise. He didn't mind, of course. "But before I go, walk with me a bit." He says, his soft-skinned muzzle reaching out to brush lightly against her shoulder. "How are you?" KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |