Posted on October 14, 2014 at 05:00:46 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Enough time had passed for Kasabian's body to heal from his most recent battle against Lyden, but the feelings he harbored in the wake of the loss continued to fester internally. The unrest boiled within him, a desire for carnage and rage bubbled just under the surface. It was an itch he just could not scratch. So the usually happy-go-lucky stud had kept to himself. He avoided those with whom he lived with at the Ridge. He strayed among the peaks and meandered awkwardly over the rock-riddled paths. He grazed haphazardly when he had to. Kasabian felt as if he had lost control -- as if he was impersonating someone else. He didn't know who he was anymore or why he felt like this. There was so much to be thankful for -- his friends and the land in which he lived, to start. But something else had washed over him. Something vile. Something with ill intent. It soured everything else. Perhaps if Kasabian knew his father, he could come to understand this fog that clouded his mind. This sickness that coursed through his veins and poisoned whatever good was still left in his life. But the tawny stallion never knew his father. His mother, Evaline, filled his head with fantastic lies about this phantom character all his life, and it wasn't until recently that Kasabian began to question what he had been told. Kasabian didn't realize that he was the product of rape. His mother, manhandled by some stranger more than a decade ago, and his father, some beast who had spread his sickness through his genes. The madness had taken root and grown slowly but feverishly as Kasabian aged. It blossomed now at the ripe year of 11 within his brain. He needed something. A distraction. A purpose. Anything, really, to get him out of this funk. It was then that he felt the slight nudge of another. With some hesitation, the stallion's head cocked to one side and he eyed the dark mare. He nickered to her eagerly, welcoming her to join him in the shallow waters, even though it felt a little forced. Kasabian knew so little about Compass. The most time they'd ever spent together was on the Crossing, hunkering down in the brush together during a summer storm. She'd been a resident of the Ridge for several months now and Kasabian could not recall knowing anything else about her. He smiled weakly, thankful -- somewhat -- to have something else to focus his attention on. "Let's go somewhere." He said, after a long bout of silence, emerald eyes staring blankly out over the sea. "Get off Atlantis for a bit. What do you think?" KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |