<font color=306754>And its consequences keep you up at night.</b></font>

Your King Asmodeus
Your Queen ~~Nyimara~~
The Second None
The Herd Name, Name, Name		The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name
Allies Name (Land)		Enemies Solomon (Cove)
The Rules There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue. We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc. The King and Queen have final say in all matters.

And its consequences keep you up at night.
Posted on July 10, 2014 at 03:14:06 PM by KASABiAN

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

Droplets of moisture pimpled the soft, dark skin around the stallion's eye sockets and muzzle, the sweaty beads coating his whiskered lips and occasionally growing heavy enough to drip down to the sand at his hooves. It had been some time since the buckskin stallion had passed through a terrain this barren. His years as a nomad had given him a wisdom few herd-dwelling others could come to comprehend. But his ailments -- his hip, his bowed tendon -- were life lessons, mistakes that reminded him of where he came from, and the better choices he'd made in their wake. So when this mare speaks to them, her voice commanding and tone direct, Kasabian does his best to resist the urge to visibly roll his eyes.

The desert was just as dangerous as the jungle, and as the mountains, and as the forest. Each topography came with its own set of challenges. The heat and the sand were no different, no matter how foreign it may feel to an outsider. That said, Kasabian wasn't here to make enemies, so his whiskered lips cracked into something reminiscent of a socially acceptable smile. He took a step closer to Shazam, his muzzle pausing briefly at her shoulder, the stallion taking in her scent deeply, before turning to address the stranger, whom he could only assume lived here.

"Thank you for the advice." Kasabian spoke, golden lips lazily lapping at the salty beads hidden between the whiskers that dotted around his mouth. "Please pardon our intrusion. This is Shazam, I am Kasabian. We come from Atlantis, and are merely touring the islands. We don't expect to stay very long." Emerald eyes searched Vesti for something, but found nothing in her cold exterior. "I hope you don't mind."

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

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