Posted on October 14, 2014 at 05:31:58 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian stood idly among his peaks all night, monitoring the borders of his terrain with a lazy interest. The stars twinkled overhead, casting strange but interesting illuminations against the current of the sea. In his boredom and loneliness, Kasabian revisited memories of one of her mother's suitors, a large andalusian stallion who went by the name Twenty-One. He was the only man who'd ever shown him kindness as a youngster. One evening while his herd was asleep, and his mother's rachet coos for company had drifted off, the stud had taken Kasabian to a similar shoreline. They counted the stars, named them after past kings, and come up with fantastic stories of war and love and lust to make them come alive. Twenty-One told Kasabian that one day, he too would be a star, when his body was no longer fit to carry on in this world. The memory was something Kasabian cherished. It was the first time he realized as a colt that imagination was a good thing. It was the folk lore tales about the islands that drove him here one day too. Kasabian was always a fan of a good story. Now he scoffed at the idea. If he was remembered among the islanders here after his demise, they would know his name as a fool. As the stallion who failed. He was still awake when the sun began to rise, casting the sky in stark hues of red, pink and orange. The colors danced atop the reflective mass of the calm ocean on the horizon. 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 not nearly in 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. Emerald eyes scanned the horizon once more as the sun began its climb of the new day, the sky turning a distinct shade of creamy blue and at a hasty pace. In the distance is when he first spotted the intruder, a miniscule dark spot wandered slowly along his shore. One golden ear lobe flicked forward with half-interest, watching as the equine crossed the sand. Kasabian hobbled from his peak, taking careless strides along the rocky path, and moving slowly to meet the stranger. It wasn't long until he emerged onto the sand, the tawny beast trotting eagerly between the boulders that darted his beach. As he approached, it became clear that this was a mare on his shore - a young one at that. She did not smell of Tarrant, but still, her perfume was cloaked by a beach. He nickered gently to her upon approach. "Are you lost? If you're looking for Paradise, you're a little off." KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |