The Lost Islands
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There is no love, just appetite;






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



He'd admit, the way they parted ways wasn't ideal. But there was something about the fire-colored yearling that just didn't sit well in Kasabian's stomach. He hated to watch Shamwari squirm under his hardened gaze. For some reason, the boy seemed more uncomfortable around him than Felony, the painted brute who had the authority to dole out orders and punishments in the Lagoon. It didn't make a whole lot of sense.

There were, however, some similarities between Kasabian and Shamwari. He couldn't help but be reminded of his mother whenever he stared into the boy's eyes. Kasabian hadn't thought of Evaline in some time. The palomino mare was nothing more than a stranger to him these days. At best, she was a distant memory, from a period of his life he hoped nothing more than to forget. Evaline had been a ruthless caretaker -- cold and angry. She spit on her first born, her only son at the time, for her own carelessness of getting pregnant. That mare wasn't worth the waste of space, or the waste of air they all shared.

So when the unlikely pair were ordered to scout out on Salem, Kasabian had little to say about it. The trek was quiet. The boy clearly hadn't left the Crossing much, given his awkward, flailing attempts at swimming. When they finally arrived on Salem's barren shore, Kasabian took it upon himself to make this excursion go as quickly as possible. He was mean to the boy, ripping at the skin over his rump several times when he'd grown impatient of his insecurities and inexperience. So he left him - standing like an idiot on the shoreline - and bee-lined it to the Dunes.

Sweat pimpled the soft, dark skin around the buckskin stallion's nostrils, and dampened the golden color of his coat against his chest and neck. He hadn't spent much time on this island, and with good reason. The conditions were awful. The kind that dwelled here were of an elite breed, or so they thought. They often were unfriendly to those who weren't like them. So he'd make this quick.


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








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