Posted on August 25, 2016 at 04:35:08 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. It was tough for Kasabian to remember the details of the life he lead here. Hazy flashes of some of the mares he lived with struggled to remain on the forefront of his mind. He did, however, sometimes dream of this place. The narrow trails through the dense forests, the rocky cliffs that reached the highest peaks of the Ridge, the caverns he holed up in during the intermittent summer storms that plagued Atlantis. He wanted to remember feeling at peace here or being proud of this land. But all his faulty mind would allow him to settle on was the disappointment he experienced, and the shame he felt for having been such a terrible protector to those who had wistfully put their blind trust in him. He was dirt. His whole life was of zero worth. And consequently, the buckskin stallion had nothing to show for it. The kindness that once made him who he was, his long-gone carefree and lackadaisical nature that had defined him, got him nowhere. Knowing that he had nothing left to loose made him dangerous. It was the only card he had left to play. Kasabian had heard of Vodnik. He'd heard he was the biggest stallion on the islands. So perhaps the trip down memory lane was also an opportunity for Kasabian to scope out potential enemies, or perhaps, potential allies to the Lagoon. So when a heavy stallion comes barreling down the shore at him, Kasabian merely smirks, watching him as he charges in an overkill display of aggression. Kasabian doesn't budge an inch. He merely exhales deeply as the Vodnik comes to a stop just inches from his face, damp sand sprayed across his dark legs from the foreign stallion's heavy hooves. Kasabian listens to Vodnik's words, an expected, overly masculine response crafted in such a way as to show dominance over himself. When will these fucking band stallions learn? Their actions, their words, their way of life, it was all so predictable. It was like they were living with their eyes closed, going through the usual motions because that was all they think they're meant to do in this world. Despite Kasabian's lingering guilty feelings about his life as a band stallion, he could at least say he'd learned something from the experience. "Jesus, dude. I want nothing to do with your home or your mares so you can calm the fuck down." Kasabian rambles off with a gentle roll of his green eyes. He sizes Vodnik up now, standing firmly over all fours as he shifts his weight off the boulder he had been resting on. He took note of the blood staining his legs and chest, and nostrils flare as Kasabian takes in its fresh scent. It was hard, but he refrained from rolling his eyes again. Horses, though territorial and aggressive among their own kind, rarely sought out to kill other mammals. Especially in a scenario that didn't involve some kind of self defense. Kasabian assumed he had made the responsible and respectable choice by choosing not to leave the beach and venture further into this stallion's land before being spotted. But clearly this didn't matter to this bloke. "I used to live here. It was a long time ago, but it was my home. I wanted to see the place again." The tawny stallion flicked his still damp tail across his haunches and took a few steps away from Vodnik now, eyes wide as he studied the peaks in the distance before turning around to face the stallion again. "My name is Kasabian. I am the boss of a band of brothers who live in the Lagoon." KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |