Posted on August 16, 2014 at 09:48:55 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin stud's frame was slick with sweat, its usual golden color dampened in deep patches by the salty beads that built there. Soft-skinned nostrils flare as he takes in the humid air, the sides of his barrel rising and falling in quick, yet inconsistent huffs. Just moments ago his sights were set on Pilar as the two darted from their homeland, leaving the peaks of the Ridge behind them, and jetsetted toward Paradise. The stallion had invited Pilar along to meet their neighbor. 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 she had seemingly vanished, her path skirting off into the deep jungle near the border of the two terrains. Emerald eyes scanned the shoreline for her, but there were no signs of her at all. Kasabian emitted a low, gut-wrenching call for her, his thick brown tail held high off his haunches as he stood, muscles tense underneath his hide. Something didn't feel right. 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. Perhaps he was overreacting. So he strode forth, hoping to find Pilar or at least Şahin, the man he came to meet in the first place. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |