Posted on October 27, 2014 at 06:06:14 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The stallion's jagged and blunt hooves sank into the soft and moist earth with every stride. Spring was alive in the Ridge and the change in seasons had done something to improve the tawny stallion's mood as of late. He had shed his shaggy coat, giving way to a sleek and golden hide. Sweat pimpled the soft dark skin around his muzzle and dampened the coloring at his shoulders and chest. It felt good to be underneath the sun's warm rays again. And life seemed to buzz eagerly around him. He could hear the calls of the colorful parrots at daybreak from within the jungle of his terrain and gentle buzz of the insects as day faded into night. All that was missing was his herd -- the friends he hadn't seen in weeks. Emerald eyes focused on the young filly, who despite being alone in a territory, did not seem all that worried. When she smiled he returned the favor, a lopsided grin etching into his whiskered lips. He bobbed his head playfully in an attempt to come off in a friendly manor. He was in the mood for company, and thus far, was curious how this mare ended up here. "Sahin, of Paradise?" Kasabian had never met the stallion, the former leader of the neighboring terrain, but knew the name well. By the time the buckskin had meandered over to introduce himself there was another in charge. Tarrant. "I'm Kasabian, leader of the Ridge, where is where you stand right now." He said, the thick strands of his tail tickling at his hocks in the passing breeze. "What brings you here today, Mera?" KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |