The Lost Islands
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And it's up to us to figure out the rest






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



Kasabian had shared the same space with several women now. The separate, but warm memories of the time he spent in the cavern close to Sylvia, Pilar and most recently, Marlena, flashed through his mind as he settled in for the remained of the storm. He welcomed the feeling of the cold and damp rock wall against his hide. He pressed into its rough edges, thankful for the support and chance to displace his weight off his tired legs. Emerald eyes focused on nothing but the ongoing storm outside, taking note of the leaves that bent and wailed in the storm and studying the impressive and ominous peaks of The Ridge in every passing bout of lightening.

Eventually the mare's petite frame appeared, as a silhouette at first, then became more vivid as she passed through the cavern and the sheet of rain that began at its opening. He nickered gently to her, the hearty sound echoing off the cavern walls, its tone deeper and bellow-like from the reverb. She speaks and he merely snorts, attempting to seem light hearted about his downtrodden appearance, though it very clearly was not the way he felt. "Roughed up?" He asked, cocking his head to one side so he could get a better look at her. "I was going for the ruggedly handsome look." The joke was corny, and he wished he could have stopped himself but it was too late. He shifted his weight uneasily, emerald eyes settling on her again. "Are you lost? I know I haven't see you around Atlantis before."


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








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