Posted on August 14, 2014 at 03:52:33 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Compass' recent arrival in the herd meant that Kasabian no longer was responsible only for the women he'd collected -- he had a child, too, to watch over. While he enjoyed seeing the little filly in tow behind its mother, but the thought of the responsibility that came with children made him uncomfortable. He had never fathered children (that he knew of.) He never wanted to. He saw no real sense of pride in it. Kids were merely more mouths to feed, and if they were anything like him as a young colt, they were troublesome and caused too much worry. The first breeding season of Kasabian's reign as king was passing quietly. Luckily no one was badgering him to pass along his seed. Pilar clearly was too young -- and too adventurous and independent -- to be held down by a forthcoming pregnancy and child. Compass, obviously, already had one to care for. Kasabian never asked about its father, though he wondered sometimes, if said steed would return to collect his family one day. And Marlena, she seemingly had a son she already adored. One that was nearly an adult, Kasabian assumed from their brief conversations on the topic during their run-in at the Crossing. He wondered briefly, what Marlena's relationship was like with her son's father, too. Deep down, the stallion feared he'd be consumed by whatever vile thing that possessed his mother after childbirth. She had resented him his whole life. He could never imagine putting that kind of weight on the shoulders of his own flesh and blood. A brief, far away clap of thunder erupted overhead, and the buckskin stallion's golden lobes lay flat against his poll as they paused in the midst of the jungle. The canopy overhead protected them some from the onslaught of rain, which was gathering strength. One of summer's last thunderstorms seemed to be upon them. "It is very relaxed here. That's just the way we like it." He said, a soaken and matted forelock plastered down the length of his face. "Even so, we can't control the thunderstorms, which I imagine are worse here than the neighboring islands." The trees were beginning to clear as they neared the edge of the jungle, the mountainous range of The Ridge's outer peaks slowly coming into view. The path was quite strenuous without the rain, so Kasabian veered a different way, giving Marlena a shorter tour that unfortunately wouldn't have the same views of the ocean and the rocky shore down below. Instead he directed her toward the a cavern Slyvia had shown him many weeks ago. The damp, but cool space was comfortable enough for the two to remain under shelter until the storm cleared. "That said, they come and go rather quickly." He entered first, allowing his side to fall into the rough edged-wall of the rock cavern. Emerald eyes searched for Marlena's in the small, shadowed space as he listened to her chat. His signature lopsided smirk appeared across his maw. "I would love it if you stayed." KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |