Posted on July 9, 2014 at 08:30:58 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian never minded spending time alone. In fact, he much enjoyed it, despite his upbeat and relatively social nature. 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. He'd give tour after tour, take stroll after stroll, with the Ridge's other inhabitants, getting to know the women who'd chosen to make the Ridge their home. Because of this, and the stud's constant trips to the common gates, he was beginning to enjoy the time to himself more and more. This whole "being a lead stallion" thing was proving to be harder than he initially imagined. There were moments when the buckskin stallion wished to abandon it all and take off again - forging across the sea and back to the mainland, leaving the string of islands in his rear view, for good this time. But those thoughts became less and less important, and a feeling Kasabian didn't truly understand, a sudden surge in pride for what he had created, was consuming his need to revisit his past. He'd never been responsible for anything outside of himself in all the years of his short life. Kasabian was enjoying the change, at least for now. The drifting scent of another, the musk of a mare, greeted him as he basked under the sun not far from the shoreline. The ocean's mighty waves deafened even the howling spring storm-bearing winds that beat against his slick golden coat and the rock ledges that surrounded him. The sun only seemed to surface from behind the clouds for brief spans in the afternoon in the rainy season. Being as bored as he was these days, Kasabian had seemingly memorized the Ridge's cyclical weather patterns, and had been taking afternoon naps on the beach for several days in a row. On this particular day, he had only just lay down before the skies erupted, casting him in the droplets of a light drizzle. But this scent, this semi-familiar perfume, caused his golden-tipped ears to prick forward and abandon any hope for an afternoon nap, even with the rain. His well-chiseled cranium to rose from the depths of the warm sand, emerald stare searching the shoreline for the approaching guest. He struggles to stand with some annoyance, the stiffness in his hip and buckling at his knees causing some delay. He stumbled slowly down the shoreline, his dorsal stripe along his back, his mane and legs already soaked from the light storm. Eventually an equine's form loomed in view. There he issued a return call to the stranger, urging his heaving frame into a two-beat gait as he hobbled in the loose sand. Marlena's stout, but stunning form, brought a smirk to his whiskered lips. "What a pleasant surprise." Kasabian spoke as he approached, his muzzle extending to gently drape along the dampened tresses of her wavy mane. "Welcome to my humble abode! I apologize for the weather. Truly, we usually have more sunshine than rain. Care for a tour?" KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |