Posted on September 10, 2014 at 09:20:04 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian stood among the peaks, the sky bubbling 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 but hardly 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, emerald eyes reeling back in slight pain as he readjusted. Though the scars and ailments were not nearly as fresh, the sharp pains from his battle against Lyden and his leading wench were just beginning to fade into dull aches. Kasabian had only recently returned home, finding refuge among his peaks and the neighboring jungle, keeping to himself most days and doing his best to avoid the rest of the herd. He was embarrassed for having gone after Casesius as he did. The results were dismal and he had nothing to show for it. It brought him no closer to finding Pilar and had shook his confidence. So when Felony had approached him, Kasabian listened, interested in whatever kind of deal the bachelor was interested in striking. Sigrun was her name. He didn't know her. He knew absolutely nothing about her, but he was interested. When he thought of Sigrun, , he thought of someone who like Pilar, had been ripped from her home and stolen away into the Lagoon. Kasabian worried what would become of her if he turned down the deal, for it seemed Felony had not a care in the world for her well being. Emerald eyes scanned the horizon once more before the sun and its creamy haze finally detached from the horizon, rising steadily into the sky and marking the start of a new day. In the distance, he spotted her, a minuscule dark spot rising from the depths and up onto his shore. One golden ear lobe flicked forward with fatigued interest, watching as the equine emerged onto the sand. He assumed it was her. Kasabian hobbled from his peak, taking careful strides along the rocky path, and moving slowly as not to cause further strain to his already battered body, in an effort to meet the mare. It was the first time in days he'd reached out to anyone with the intention of socializing. He issued a gentle nicker as he approached. 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. "Sigrun?" He spoke, his voice deep and coarse from little use. "Welcome." KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |