Posted on August 15, 2014 at 01:56:36 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The stars twinkled overhead, casting strange but interesting illuminations against the current of the sea. Kasabian vaguely remembered one of her mother's suitors, a large andalusian stallion who went by the name Twenty-One. He was the only man who'd ever shown him kindness as a youngster. One evening while his herd was asleep, and his mother's rachet coos for company had drifted off, the stud had taken Kasabian to a similar shoreline. They counted the stars, named them after past kings, and come up with fantastic stories of war and love and lust to make them come alive. Twenty-One told Kasabian that one day, he too would be a star, when his body was no longer fit to carry on in this world. The memory was something Kasabian cherished. It was the first time he realized as a colt that imagination was a good thing. It was the folk lore tales about the islands that drove him here one day too. Kasabian was always a fan of a good story. Emerald eyes refocus on Dragon, the stud looking at him for some kind of approval. "You can stay as long as you like, my man." He nickered gently, extending his muzzle in a dap of sorts, some kind of friendly, man-ish way of showing good will between them. "This is your home. I'm not going to run you out of it."His usual lopsided smirk appeared across his whiskered maw, and Kasabian turned to leave. Before he did, however, the stallion craned his neck back to get one more good glimpse of the stallion who'd rolled up with the tide. Perhaps Dragon could be useful here. KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |