The Lost Islands
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There is no love, just appetite; [Pilar]






There is no love, just appetite.
And it's consequences keep you up at night.



It's quiet. Almost too quiet. But Kasabian revels in it, grazing idly on a grassy patch near the center of his jungle. He listens to the native creatures, the insects hum and buzz around him in the deep trees, the calls and chirps of colorful birds from the high branches. The smell of sea is strong at any point in the Ridge, and his nostrils flare as he takes in the scent. This was his home, though he rarely found himself in it.

He had succeeded in collecting a few souls here - happy ones, equines that seemed content in living here on Atlantis alongside him. The thought of it made his chest swell, a newfound feeling of pride, admittedly, something he'd never felt before. But there was always new business to attend to. The buckskin stallion had been meaning to meet his neighbor in Paradise. But perhaps he could take a friend along with him for acquaintances sake.

ooc: Sorry this is shitty. It will get better. :)

KASABiAN
8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl







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