Posted on July 29, 2014 at 03:43:44 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The sky continues to erupt overhead, the light pitter-patter of the drops bouncing from the flat leaves of overhead intertwining with the soft buzz of the insects all around them. Atlantis came alive in the summer, even during its unpredictable weather patterns. Most of its creatures were equipped to handle the sporadic changes, from rain to sunshine to thunderstorm, and adjusted accordingly. It was their own species -- fragile, large prey animals -- that were perhaps the most ill-equipped for the rocky, jungle terrain of where they stood. A light layer of mist coated Kasabian's unruly whiskered muzzle and the long eyelashes that surrounded his emerald orbs. The buckskin stallion welcomed the light rain for the time being, enjoying the cool sensation it brought, despite the rise in humidity that would come in its wake. The summer's temperatures were relentless on Atlantis -- something he'd come to forget since his time in The Shore. At least in Debonaire's terrain there was an almost constant sea breeze. The ocean's gusts never made it past the Ridge's peaks and thickness of the jungle at its core. "Marlena, have you ever been to Atlantis before?" Kasabian asked as they wandered farther from the shore. The large boulders that darted the shoreline began to disappear, and the terrain morphed from sand and rocks to thicker, dense foliage. Kasabian hobbled gently down the path and into the trees, taking her through the jungle before they'd eventually climb the rocky paths of the encompassing peaks. The stallion reveled in the beauty of his homeland -- the essence that had attracted him here in the first place. It was a well-fortified space, given the cliffs. He was surprised he hadn't had to defend his claim over it already. When Marlena speaks, he slows his pace to a halt, his gaze briefly looking up to the canopy where two brightly colored parrots chirped back and forth. He greeted them with a gentle nicker. "Oh you know, busy tending to the needs of the others who live here. But it's been relatively quiet here, which I'm not complaining about." He began. "The Ridge inhabitants come and go as they please. Sometimes I don't see some for days or weeks, but they always stop by to check in." KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |