The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on March 12, 2018 at 04:29:52 PM by S H A M WARI






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


Bright Eyes was dead, but the Earth kept spinning without her. Despite the many rise and falls of the sun since she took her last breathe, despite the drop in temperatures as summer faded into fall, despite the change in vegetation, as the golden reeds of the Prairie began to wither and stiffen in anticipating of winter's slow death, my life seemed to be on pause. Every day I awoke, if I managed to sleep at all, to relieve the death of my sweet Bri all over again. Our children were gone, either dead or missing, something else entirely that pulled desperately at my heart strings. Jabari, my eldest son, was stricken with grief but I hardly had any advice to offer him. I'd never felt so high as I did when I was with her, and now I'd never felt so low as knowing she was gone forever. She had been better, too pure for this world. Too good for me, entirely. Our time together had been short, but so rich and so brilliant with life and love. She was my reason for keeping on during the worst times. Now that she was gone, I had no muse.

I tried to be stoic and strong for my boy. But I fear he could see through the cracks in this shoddy exterior I tried to hold up. I struggled with wanting to spend time with him. So instead I fled often. I came here, to the Crossing Isle, where I mingled along the fringes of common areas, holing up to myself behind boulders and more densely forested areas. I scowled with snapping jaws even when the least menacing of my kind approached on friendly terms. I turned my hind end to them with ears laced against my poll. I wanted no attention. Everyone deserved someone better than me.

Then there was, that mare. Perhaps it was a lapse in judgement, fueled by instinct and desire that was heightened during breeding season. But the perlino dun vixen was there, alone underneath the moonlight and a violet sky. She asked nothing of me. I didn't know what I wanted. Most of the time I wanted to be away from the world, but sometimes, when the pitting was at its lowest point, I just wished someone else was there to envelop me. Perhaps she could sense my sadness. But she filled the void, if only for this one night.

Weeks had passed and I rarely thought of her again. But here I am, standing solemnly in the damp sand just before daybreak, my tired head held low in line with my withers, and she's here. My brown eyes blink rapidly, as if trying to will the exhaustion away to spy her more clearly through the night. But I recognize her scent. It seems she had been here for some time tonight. But I can tell from her exotic perfume she was new to the islands. I contemplate wandering over to her. We were never properly introduced, despite what had transpired between us that night prior. But I am still too numb, to unsure of everything, to properly engage her. So instead, I merely allow a gentle growl of a nicker slip from my lips. If she can hear it over the sound of the crashing waves at my back, then perhaps she'd come over.



Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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