a wolf will not break a wolf

How long had it been since Kasan had reached the Islands? Days? Weeks, maybe? Time seemed to do funny things out here on the edge of the world. Perhaps that was simply the exhaustion speaking. Since stepping foot on the Islands, Kasan had done little else but search for his sister. He hadn't seen her since the night they were separated, since the kingdom had burned to the ground. He knew she was okay without him, but having never strayed from each others' sides their entire lives, being apart was like being without air. Their bond was unbreakable, Kasan was sure of that, and if Elisif was alive, their bond would bring them together again.

For now, he simply had to wait. In time, after he had scoured each of the Islands, perhaps he would continue on his way. He would chase the sunset as long as he needed to get back to his sister. But for time being, he would call these Islands his home.

After exhausting each square mile of the Crossing, Kasan dove back into the ocean, sights set on the horizon once more. Eventually, Atlantis' shores greeted him. In the distance, he could see a great peak rising from the ground. Eagerly, he climbed towards its apex, anticipation building in his gut. He had always been fond of the mountains - rarely did one get a chance to stand atop the world, to be so close to the heavens.

The trails that snaked through the forest and lead towards the towering peak are well-worn. It was quite clear to Kasan that he was not the first one to call this land his home. If there had been others before him, surely there were still others? Although many scents lingered on the breeze, most of them were stale, or had been washed away by the elements long before he had arrived. It gave him little hope for a future here, but nonetheless, he had proclaimed himself king. He had been born for this, taught by his father how to rule like a proper monarch. If anyone could bring this island back to life, it was him.

The call of another pulled him from his thoughts and beckoned him from his mountain lookout - a demand for his attention. So it seemed he was not alone on these Islands; a subtle wave of relief and timid sense of positivity flooded through him. Quickly, he descended from the peak, making his way towards the source of the noise. Soon, a pretty little mare came into sight, the rosy tone of her coat seeming distantly familiar to him. It reminded him of someone back home, but he could not quite remember who.

"Hello." His greeting was simple, his ochre eyes wandering over the smaller woman's frame. She smelled like the sea, but beneath the biting odor of salt, there was the earthy scent of pine and moss. "I am Kasan. Ki vagy te?"

"Ki vagy te?" - "Who are you?"

four. lusitano x arabian. king of the ridge. pippa.