Posted on August 26, 2014 at 07:32:51 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. His nostrils flare one last time, the stallion taking in a deep breathe, his barrel rising and falling in a big huff as he searches for a final time for Pilar's scent. It no longer hung in the humid breeze -- her existence having been wiped clean from Paradise. Golden lobes flicked forward and back as his emerald-green stare spanned the distance once more. He snorts, almost violently then, bewildered and disgruntled by the strange turn of events. His strides are strong and deliberate, despite the minor tick in his stride. He meets another eventually, not far from the shoreline, one that mimicked him in color, though not nearly in build. Kasabian merely snorts again, not in the mood for casual small talk anymore. He knew this was not Sahin. But the stud speaks and Kasabian once again feels perplexed. Today is just not his day. Can we just start over? "What happened to Sahin?" He asks bluntly, skipping over the traditional introductions and the man's inquiry of why he was here. A thick, dark tail swishes aggressively over his hocks, Kasabian's worry being misplaced into anxious energy. The whole point of this adventure was to meet his neighbor -- Sahin -- and perhaps form an alliance if all went according to plan. Pilar had been here before. He knew Sahin's mare, Dia. It seemed simple enough. "You haven't seen a small brown mare darting through here have you?"He can't stand still anymore, and begins to walk away from Rhaego. Not far, but circles him, eyes darting between the palm trees and other the hills in the distance before returning his attention to the stallion there. "It seems I've lost my traveling companion somewhere along the way. I'm Kasabian, from The Ridge." KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |