Posted on August 14, 2014 at 01:43:36 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian stood among the peaks, the sky melting into the horizon, its stark hues of red, pink and orange dancing atop the reflective mass of the calm ocean. The weather had seemingly calmed lately, the strong gusts of frigid air and nightly monsoons no longer plagued Atlantis. The seasons had shifted, the heat of summer fading into the cool nights of Autumn, and for this, the buckskin stallion was thankful and back to his usual high spirits. He reveled in the sea breeze now, as the salty bursts whistled through the strands of his heavy, unkempt mane and forelock. A low, warm grunt escaped from his whiskered lips as his weight shifted, his weak, burning hip soothing almost immediately as the pressure was released. Life in the Ridge seemed to stabilize with the weather. He was no longer alone among the jungle and the jagged rocks. Several had settled here with him and more newcomers were arriving in record speeds. Perhaps he was better at this whole "leader" thing than he originally gave himself credit for. Emerald eyes scanned the horizon once more before the sun and its creamy haze disappeared for the evening, the sky turning a distinct shade of purple at a hasty pace. In the distance is when he first spotted the intruder, a miniscule dark spot rising from the depths and up onto his shore. One golden ear lobe flicked forward with half-interest, watching as the equine emerged onto the sand. It was obvious he was a stallion. Having been a member of the Lagoon, Kasabian was not oblivious to the possibilities of raids and intruders. He watched curiously as the stallion lingered, seemingly unsure of whether or not he wished to enter unfamiliar territory. Kasabian hobbled from his peak, taking careless strides along the rocky path, and moving slowly to meet the stallion. It wasn't long until he emerged from behind him onto the beach. A definite snort escaped his flared nostrils as he halted several feet away, ears pinned fiercely against his poll. He didn't care for the hour of which this stud had chosen to pass through. "Visiting hours are over, bud." KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |