Falls
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Posted on November 25, 2015 at 05:14:52 PM by S H A M WARI
I wanted to see the world. I wanted to scale it, gallop across it, take in every everything this universe had to offer. I wanted to taste the reeds of the plains that grew to the west, and swim in the rivers that snaked their way through the north. So I did. It didn't make me feel any better. It was a tough decision, to come back. There was so much more waiting for me if I kept pushing forward. New faces, new herds. Perhaps a new place for me to strike out on my own. But the islands were home in many ways. My mum was still here. My sister. Valentine. The rest of the herd in the Prairie. But not my brother, Kasabian. It was him I followed that night from the Lagoon. He was so restless there. I was too childish to breach the topic that weighed so heavily upon both of us. But when he left, I left too. We had a good run, him and I. But now I return to the islands a new man. A grown one. The swim back was easy. My thick pillars for legs cut through warm waters with ease. I washed up on shore, my red coast slick and lean under the summer sun. I didn't look like the boy I was when I left. My stature was heavy and thick. Muscles rippled from underneath the firey hide I inherited from a father I'd never know. My brown eyes scan the empty meadow before I stalk through it, my heavy cranium low between my withers, my stride long and easy. I make no attempt to join in conversation. Instead, I lower my head to graze, and contemplate where I should lay my head to rest from now on. But a rustle in the trees nearby causes one chestnut ear to prick forward, and then the other. My chewing stops and I scan the distance. In the brush is a layer of cream that doesn't belong. I chew again, my whiskered lips moving until I swallow what's left, and haphazardly decide to investigate. I nicker when I'm close enough to be heard, not looking to startle her. The mare's strong scent gives her away before I am able to comprehend the scene in front of me. I'd walked into something far bigger than me or a friendly conversation. "Oh." I stumble, as I stare down at the young babe and its clearly exhausted mum. "Do you need help?" 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
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