Posted on October 14, 2014 at 05:11:21 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Sigrun didn't know it, but she was a meaningful addition to the herd within the Ridge. Her presence here meant new life -- it meant Kasabian wasn't failing at growing a substantial herd. It meant that the tawny stallion was capable of negotiating with the Lagoon and protecting his borders, even during a time of transition and loss. Pilar was gone. He was finally beginning to accept that. He had done what he could to find her, but it seemed she no longer wanted to be found. He had lost the battle for Cae. Enough time had passed for Kasabian's body to heal from his most recent battle against Lyden, but the feelings he harbored in the wake of the loss continued to fester internally. But his mind was clearing, if only momentarily, and the brute was beginning to realize that holding on to such feelings was doing nothing for him but dragging him down. So he focused his energy on Sigrun, the metaphor, the shining light, of his return to sanity. Golden lobes pricked forward as she spoke. The stallion having been well-traveled, had heard of the mountains, though never seen those peaks with his own eyes. "Ah. Well, Atlantis is very different for you then, for sure." The stallion smirked at her for a moment longer before dropping his head to graze himself, blunt and yellowed teeth tearing at a lush gathering of green blades and chewing lazily in her company. "I think you'll like it here though. There's always plenty to eat." He swallowed silently and took a step closer. "Sigrun, where did you live before the Lagoon? Were you in a herd on the islands?" KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |