Posted on May 15, 2014 at 06:11:00 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The rain just kept coming. The strained muscles in his bowed tendon trembled as his joints cracked and wailed until his underbelly hit the damp earth with a gentle grunt. The constant traveling was making them weak. An intense heat pounded through his hip, the pulsing pain coming with every inhale and exhale, reminding him of his limitations. He needed to rest. As the rain continued to beat down, the cold droplets hanging heavily in this messy strands of his thick mane, he breathed a heavy sigh. The storm was the excuse he needed to slow down. Warm carbon dioxide was visible from his whiskered nostrils, heavy plumes rising with every flared exhale he took, though they quickly evaporated into the chilly air. Golden-tipped ear lobes lay flat against his poll, partly to keep the rain from falling within, but also to listen to the creatures scurrying through the brush within. Kasabian never minded spending time alone. In fact, he much enjoyed it, despite his upbeat and relatively social nature. But in the Ridge, he felt lonely and well, bored. He'd wandered the rocky terrain over and over by now, getting to know the cold sparce's nooks and less-traveled paths. He knew where best to step to avoid additional injury to his suffering leg and hip. The land seemed apathetic to him and his company, unwilling to calm its weather patterns to make him feel welcome. KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |