The Lost Islands
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And it's consequences keep you up at night






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



The buckskin stallion scanned the distance once more, passing over the trees that rustled in the brisk winter breeze and peering between the leaves that still clung to the tropical plants that littered the distance. Where could she have gone? It didn't seem like Pilar to have been spooked, or to take off back to the Ridge without at least telling him what was going on. His heart beat firmly in his chest, a panic-driven worry washing over him. What it something happened to her? What if something was wrong?

Emerald eyes focus on the stallion as Kasabian's heavy head whips back around see him once he speaks. It was as if Tarrant's answer brought him back to reality, and the stud let out a long and low, gurgling exhale. There was no use getting all worked up about something that was probably nothing, he tried to tell himself. So the buckskin stallion stalked back toward the stranger he had left so rudely in his wake. "Maybe she darted back to the Ridge." He said, looking to the stallion with a lopsided grin on his face. "Sorry for the intrusion. I was traveling with her to meet Sahin, the lead of this place." He said, his tail swishing anxiously back and forth over his hocks. "I'm Kasabian, of the Ridge."

OOC: Sorry this is so short. -___-


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








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