The Lost Islands
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Appetite is lust at best,






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



There was something fresh about the spring air on Atlantis at this time of year. Yes, the humidity still clung to it, each breathe the stallion took was wet with it, but everything felt lighter. The vegetation grew wildly around them. The earth was soft and moist at their feet. In other territories, mares were giving birth to children. The fact that there were none here left a void in Kasabian internally, though he wasn't sure why. He had never planned on being a father. The responsibility of it all seemed too great.

Kasabian smiles at 'Mera as she continues to talk, casually but with confidence. He liked her care free nature and some company in his otherwise quiet home was a nice change of pace. "Would you like a tour?" He asked kindly, two golden lobes flicking forward and back upon issuing the offer.

Briefly Kasabian thinks of Tarrant. He wonders if 'Mera fled her home when he took over. Kasabian had no quarrels with his new neighbor. The man seemed like a fine enough leader, but Kasabian saw no reason to escort her back to Paradise if she had chosen to leave on her own. "So are you just passing through Atlantis?"

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







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