Posted on June 2, 2014 at 03:24:27 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The stallion stood with one heaving grunt, hooves slinking and sliding further into the moist earth underneath the brunt of his weight. He winced slightly as his hip unfolded, trembling muscles in his bowed tendon making for a wobbly fit of motion, but eventually, he stood in full form. The mud dripped from his underbelly and down his legs, the rain quickly washing him clean. He smiled to Pilar as she spoke. The stallion then turned his attention to Sylvia, golden lobes pricking at attention as she took charge of the conversation. During his lengthy time spent alone, he often wondered how he measured up to the steed who lived here before him. Kasabian would come up with fantastic, childish tales about what they were like -- warriors, with many battle scars, thickly built draft horses with wisdom that far surpassed his own. He wondered, briefly, if Sylvia loved the man who ruled here before him. And in turn, if that stallion had loved her. Business hardly seemed like reason enough to abandon those you love. "Someplace dry sounds nice." Kasabian spoke, a pink tongue appearing from between his lips, the stallion licking at the droplets that clung to the wiry hairs there. "Please Sylvia, lead the way." KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |