The Lost Islands
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Appeite is lust at best,






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



A single golden lobe swivels forward and back before joining the other in resting delicately against his poll. Emerald eyes study the features of this stranger, taking note of Tarrant's own green eyes. He is perplexed all over again by what Tarrant has to say and it is quite visible across his features. Kasabian snorts in frustration now, raising a thick front pillar to stomp his hoof on the ground to further show his agitation. "Oh man, I must be losing it or something." He spoke aloud, looking to the man in front of him with a goofy grin across his whiskered maw.

Kasabian never thought of himself as band stallion material. So this - all of this - felt so very foreign to him. The whole point of venturing out to Paradise was to establish some kind of formal friendship with his neighbor. A band of brothers getup or sorts. But it seems he had royally messed that all up. First with the disappearance of his mare, and now apparently having bad information. Sahin wasn't here at all. "Oh no, I've never met the guy." Kasabian speaks again, standing awkwardly now as the intruder in another's land. "I was just coming over to be a good neighbor. You know, introduce myself and all."

As Tarrant changes the conversation, Kasabian settles in, quickly feeling more at ease in his company. He appreciated the stallion's kindness thus far, both in his effort to assist in looking for Pilar and his willingness to carry on this conversation with him, despite its abrupt and brash beginnings. He seemed laid back and easy going -- two traits that also described Kasabian. Maybe this would work out in the end, after all. So what was life like in the Ridge? Tense. Quiet. Awkward. Thinking about how lonely it felt there lately, with the looming challenge for Caesius coming up and everything made him feel on edge all over again. Hopefully Tarrant wasn't some long lost buddy of Lyden's. "Uneventful, mostly." Kasabian said, lying through his teeth. "Tired of the rain though. Those clouds just don't give up." The stallion took a step closer to Tarrant, nostrils flaring before allowing a heavy exhale to escape him. "So you're pretty new here, yeah? Or have I been completely oblivious for a long time?"

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







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