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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on July 10, 2017 at 03:48:42 PM by S H A M WARI

Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.

The day was coming to a close. The sun wasn't yet dipping beyond the horizon, but it was very much on its descent from the highest point in the sky. And still I stand here, after a day of mingling with new faces, anxious to make my way home to the Prairie. The routine was good. It was an easy way to feel like I was useful again. It helped remind me that we were very much in a rebuilding phase back home on Luthien. Rebuilding relationships with our new neighbor in the Forest. Rebuilding our numbers. Rebuilding the terrain which suffered from the rains this spring. Rebuilding our hearts and bond after what happened to my family earlier this year.

Perhaps it was good, that I wasn't taking so many trips to Salem to see my mother anymore. At first I felt like I lived there, I was making the swim so often. But after what happened to Evaline, I couldn't help but feel responsible for her care now. It was me who was responsible for Kasabian. I had let him live despite his many advances that made me believe he was going to be a problem for us. I put that burden on the Dunes herd. And when it all came to a head, I couldn't even bring myself to be the one who ended it. I grit my teeth, my jaws churning on nothing but air as I think about this now, shifting my weight uncomfortably over my legs. Valve had to step in when I couldn't. That fact will haunt me for the rest of my days.

I know better now than to let these kinds of thoughts fester for too long. So with a gentle bob of my head and quick snort, I push my heaving frame forward and move toward the shoreline. I'm eager to get home. But as I approach the oncoming waves, the sea breeze brings with it a familiar masculine scent. I halt for a second in the warm sand, arching my neck into the breeze with flared nostrils. My brown eyes begin to search the shoreline up wind, and there I see him, the familiar, chiseled bay frame of a former ally.

I hesitate before approaching. I hadn't seen Gabbar since that day in the Lagoon. While I know I owe it to him to approach, I don't want to. I don't want to dredge up these feelings again, ones I've worked so hard on taming and burying. But I grit my teeth again and grunt, and head toward him in the damp sand. I neigh loudly to be heard over the howling wind as I approach, my unruly mane lapping at my thick neck. I crest the shallow waters to my ankles, and halt once I'm alongside him. I nicker to him, my tone laced with concern given his downtrodden appearance. I know he hasn't been back to Salem. Valve confirmed that some time ago and I don't smell a lick of the desert on him. I have nothing to say, so I don't force it. Instead I merely stand next to him, letting the seconds pass.

Replies:

"Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar July 14, 2017 at 01:34:06 AM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI July 14, 2017 at 01:57:22 PM
  - "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar July 15, 2017 at 10:03:21 PM
    - Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI July 17, 2017 at 08:53:45 PM
      - "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar July 22, 2017 at 01:13:16 PM

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