Posted on September 22, 2016 at 08:21:41 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The trees swayed in the crisp breeze behind the large, feral stallion, and for a moment, Kasabian forgot all about him. His green-eyed gaze drifted to the treetops over his head, watching the slow ebb and flow of their nearly bare branches, and listening to the gentile rustle of the deadened, brittle leaves that beat against the wind. It was a movement of deja vu for Kasabian, something that had momentarily transported him from the shoreline with Vodnik to a time when he still lived here. A time when he could still find happiness in the company of others. But the moment came and went, and just like that, Vodnik was back in full, sharp view, the heavy stallion staring hard down his nose at him. Kasabian shifted his weight back and forth as he tried to get his bearings again. He seemed momentarily stunned, taken aback by the wistful nostalgia of the life he'd once lived in this place. He snorted loudly in an effort to clear his throat before focusing on what the stallion who ruled this place now had just said. Vodnik slings the anticipated insults his way, dismissing his earlier dialogue. Kasabian can't blame him. When he was a band stallion, he would be wary of all male visitors, too. Perhaps this earlier moment of remembrance gave the tawny stallion some clarity, and perhaps some sort of willingness to respect an outsider's opinion, for once. "Oh yeah? Well would some random bandit know that the trail to the peaks on the northside freezes over at the end of every autumn, and the only way around is to use that dreadfully long, windy path from the south?" Kasabian challenged, even though he didn't necessarily feel like he had anything to prove. Nonetheless, a good relationship with at least one band stallion on the islands wouldn't hurt him or the Lagoon. And this guy, well, this guy just seemed to Kasabian like he got it. They didn't have to be buds to have the same world view. They just needed to get each other, and perhaps then they could benefit from one another, when the time called for it. "Don't worry big guy. I've got plenty of 'em to harass. I'm merely here to take a trip down memory lane. Like I already said." Kasabian doesn't turn to leave. His golden ear lobes remained low against his poll, and he can here the waves of the ocean behind him. Otherwise he's standing in a fairly relaxed position. He shifts his weight once more to catch what could be his last view of the Ridge from around the heaving frame of Vodnik, and waits to see if the draft breed will choose to chase him out. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |