Posted on January 29, 2015 at 03:59:19 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. His first stop was The Ridge. The former king stood along the shoreline, his hip cocked to the right, allowing a sore hind leg and ailing joint to rest against the cool, though rough-edged surface of one of the many boulders that littered the landscape of his former home. He breathed easy, cool and hazy plumes rose and evaporated in the humid, though slightly chilled air with every even exhale. Golden lobes flicked back against the buckskin stallion's thick cranium as the sounds of the crashing waves directly to his east deafened the chirps and buzzing of the Ridge's jungle inhabitants to the north. Atlantis no longer felt like home. He was losing himself. And in order to regain his sanity, to find just a glimmer of the man he once was and longed to be again, he had to get out of there. The pressures of being a band stallion drove him mad. And his results were dismal. He barely had a herd anyway, though the guilt of leaving the few who remained under his care still ate away at him. Especially then, he stood at the border of his former homeland. Of his former life. He wanted to see a familiar face, someone, anyone who could help lighten his mood. Someone who could make him feel like returning to the islands had been the right choice. Kasabian hadn't made many friends the second time around. The only two he could think of was Hawke, that interesting character he had met on the Crossing so many months ago, and Tarrant, his neighbor on Atlantis. So the buckskin stallion struck out toward the border of the Ridge, emerald eyes peeled down the path that lead to its neighboring territory. When he arrived, the place was deserted. Paradise was just a quiet, wind-swept beach. The scent of Tarrant and his herd had long gone stale. It seemed his friend, too, had abandoned his former life. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |