Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on May 13, 2015 at 02:15:31 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian ambles through the dead and crackling foliage around the edge of the falls, carelessly plowing through what could be last bit of vegetation left before snow blanketed it for good for the rest of the season. It had been weeks since his short, but apparently lasting, run-in with Gabbar in the Dunes, and the whole situation still didn't sit right in his gut. He hated the way the smaller stud had treated him. Spitting on the earth he walked on because he wasn't of some elite breeding class. "More like inbreeding." Kasabian mumbled under his breathe in a failed attempt to make himself feel better. Golden lobes lay dormant against his poll, buried underneath the heavy and matted tresses of his thick mane. Emerald eyes were half open, lazily gazing over his surroundings. He needed something to take his mind off things. He couldn't help where he came from. That his wench of a mother had been so careless. That he never knew his father. That he had failed at being a band stallion, and was now a begrudging member of the Lagoon, which was rather quiet these days. Life seemed to be at a stand still for the buckskin stallion. He heard her calls for some time - hoarse, desperate and empty pleas filling the air. At first they were distant, barely audible chirps masked by the heavy sounds of the waterfalls in the area. But they continued and they grew louder the deeper he moved into the open territory. Caesisus was such a foreign, and in many ways, unreachable trinket in Kasabian's mind. But somehow, he was occasionally drawn to her, the two of them coming together at random when the stallion least expected it. So when he saw her, pacing in a cold sweat around the edge of the Falls, he froze. He watched her for some time, noticing her frantic eye, her flared nostrils. She was distraught. Kasabian's heart beat firmly in his chest, a sudden warmth overcame him and he felt compelled to do something. The stallion issued a gentle call to her, his lips parting as a gurgling whinny escaped before trotting over. "Caesisus, what's wrong?" KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |