Posted on September 30, 2014 at 04:31:09 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin stallion stood along the shore of his home. His wounds had healed, pink angry flesh now scabbed over. But his ticks still remained. It had been weeks since he'd seen Dragon, Marlena or Compass, though he hadn't spent much time in the Ridge as of late. The stallion allowed the waves to lap at his hooves, staining his dark colored legs and licking them sometimes up to his knees before retreating back into the depths from which they came. Time was passing, of course. Winter was here and even on Atlantis he could occasionally feel the season's biting chill. His coat was thick and patchy. But it felt as if his half was on pause. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |