Posted on September 7, 2014 at 11:47:12 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Golden-tipped ear lobes lay flat against his poll, partly to keep the rain from falling within, but also to listen to the creatures scurrying through the brush behind him. Most had long fled for cover from the storm, but the calls of the birds in the trees and the gentle scampering of woodland mammals could still be heard over the pitter-patter of rain drops. The thick strands of his mane melted into the rivets of his form, the heavy tassels of hair flattened by the weight of the rain water it held, lifeless and damp. His forelock, which seemed frozen, stuck to the thin fur that lined the flat sparce of his face, was soaked and irksome. He became overly aware of the thin whiskers that dotted his muzzle too, the wispy strands seemingly doubled in weight as they bent and bobbed with the extra care of sticky, clear rain droplets. Occasionally the sensation of an oncoming chill would arise within him, tickling him along his spine and in his haunches, but he ignored it. This wasn't the first time he'd been caught in storm, and it was hardly the worst conditions he'd experienced. Luckily for him, Kasabian had taken up ownership on a warmer island. Even in the winter, as the cold, visible plumes of his exhales left his nostrils, the conditions weren't all that frigid. But the rain, on the other hand, it was relentless. Emerald eyes focused on the petite mare as he approached, his cranium held low, well below that of his withers. He limped from the strains in his legs. The rain washed clean the fresh, pink mars -- void of fur -- that marked his frame. As she began to move -- flustering about as he neared -- he stopped, One golden lobe flicking forward and back before he stood at ease, cocking his hip to one side to alleviate the growing pressure there. He took in a deep breathe, the sides of his barrel aching as they expanded, before snorting gently. He looked at her long and hard before growing tired. He had nothing witty or welcoming to say, not tonight at least. "I'm going to get out of this weather." He said, bluntly, rain drops pooling at the bottom of his chin. "You're welcome to join me." The ever-kind steed, even in his darkest moments, still managed to form a weak smile across his lips. He didn't wait long for a response before pivoting on his haunches and moving toward the dark mass of the jungle behind him. He stumbled quietly down a slick path, the occasional bout of lightning shattering the purple sky and illuminating, though briefly, the mud-slacked trail before him. Sylvia had brought him to this cavern once when Kasabian had only just took claim over the land. He carried on toward the base of the ridged mountains looking for it. When it appeared, he trotted in eagerly, finding refuge within the dank and damp hole, leaning his frame against the rough edges of the cavern's internal wall. Golden lobes remained pricked at attention, his stare half-focused on the storm outside, wondering if the strange mare had decided to follow him. The droplets just kept coming, spattering against the foliage, the occasional bellow of thunder crackling overhead. Kasabian imagined the rain would continue for the rest of the night. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |