Posted on June 30, 2014 at 06:21:32 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian stood among the peaks, the sky melting into the horizon, its stark hues of red, pink and orange dancing atop the reflective mass of the calm ocean. The weather had seemingly calmed lately, the strong gusts of frigid air and nightly monsoons no longer plagued Atlantis. For this, the buckskin stallion was thankful and back to his usual high spirits. He reveled in the sea breeze now, as the salty bursts whistled through the strands of his heavy, unkempt mane and forelock. A low, warm grunt escaped from his whiskered lips as his weight shifted, his weak, burning hip soothing almost immediately as the pressure was released. Life in the Ridge seemed to stabilize with the weather. He was no longer alone among the jungle and the jagged rocks. Pilar, a bright young thing, and Slyvia, a kind and gentle soul, seemed happy to live here along with him. Friends in other places, like Hawke, the peculiar equine from the meadows, and Marlena, a beautiful and stout mare, drew him to and from the common gates. Perhaps he was better at this whole "leader" thing than he originally gave himself credit for. Emerald eyes scanned the horizon once more before the sun and its creamy haze disappeared for the evening, the sky turning a distinct shade of purple at a hasty pace. In the distance is when he first spotted the intruder, a miniscule dark spot rising from the depths and up onto his shore. One golden ear lobe flicked forward with half-interest, watching as the equine emerged onto the sand. It was obvious he was a stallion. Having been a member of the Lagoon, Kasabian was not oblivious to the possibilities of raids and intruders. He watched curiously as the stallion lingered, his interest only peaking once he saw Sylvia join the mix. It was too dark to make out much detail, but Kasabian was certain whom the stranger was. Midas. He'd heard the name many times since his arrival here, moreso once he'd taken over the Ridge. That said, the territory which he had claimed, and in which both men stood within now, was vacant, washed clean of the life Midas may had lead here. There were no traces of his family, outside of Sylvia, who too, had abandoned the terrain. When Midas left, he had taken his legacy with him. Kasabian stood idly among the cliffs for several minutes longer, mulling over the idea of ambling down to greet the pair. He understood Sylvia's predicament. She had been alone for some time, heavily pregnant and now with a newborn. Her love for this stallion stretched far and wide, and that was something Kasabian would never mess with. She was welcome in The Ridge for as long as she wanted to be here. However he worried for her. Midas wouldn't be the first of their kind to make promises and not keep them. He half-heartedly assumed the palomino stallion would never return. But he was here now, and probably pissed, Kasabian assumed. The buckskin stallion wouldn't turn him away. All were welcome here, and could come and go as they pleased, but he wasn't about to lay down and roll over for a man that had seemingly disappeared from the islands forever however long. Kasabian hobbled from his peak, taking careless strides along the rocky path, and moving slowly to meet the pair. It wasn't long until he emerged from behind Sylvia, just in time to hear her speak of him. He choose to ignore it, a definite snort escaped his flared nostrils as he strode to stand alongside her. As he did, he reached out lightly with his muzzle in a friendly sort of way, tapping her against her shoulder, before his gaze fell upon Midas. Kasabian's stance couldn't be more lackadaisical. He stood at ease, his chiseled head hung low in line with his withers, golden lobes lazily drooping at the sides of his poll. "We are woefully unprepared for your arrival," Kasabian spoke, a flat pink tongue appearing and lapping against his whiskered lips. "You see, I promised them we'd throw you a party, if you were to return. Welcome home, soldier." KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |