Posted on August 28, 2014 at 06:58:20 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. He had avoided the Ridge for long enough. The buckskin stallion lingered on the Crossing for several days, nursing his wounds from the recent battle against Lyden and his leading wench, hobbling around on three legs and too embarrassed with his injuries to return home to his friends on Atlantis. The swim to the Crossing from Luthien had been tough and tumultuous, but it did not compare to the strained swim back to Atlantis. It was unclear at this time if Kasabian had successfully claimed Caesisus for himself or not. All he knew for sure was that he was exhausted. And longed to see the ridged peaks of his homeland. The stallion moved with strained, and ungraceful strides in the deep sand along his shoreline, doing his best to not put weight on his right front leg, which seethed in pain with any bit of effort. Lyden's lead mare had landed a tough blow on his already weak leg, the muscles there worn thin from a previous bowed tendon. Kasabian emitted a heavy groan as the clouds erupted overhead, a sudden clap of thunder causing him to jolt forward and briefly strain said injured leg. He snorted violently, agitated with himself, his current condition and the decisions he had made. Striding so blissfully unaware into battle had been a poor choice. Even if he was deemed the winner, was it really worth it? He was breaking up another man's family, and for what? Because he found Caesisus kind of pretty. Stupid, stupid man. The stallion cursed himself under his breathe. The rain came down light at first, but grew heavier as the minutes passed by. Golden lobes lay flat against his poll as the hail mixed in, pelting his body with tiny bulbs. He moved toward the woodline of his jungle, seeking refuge from the conditions. His home felt quiet and empty. The thought of Pilar lost somewhere in the Lagoon still lingered in his mind. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |