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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on March 27, 2018 at 10:00:49 PM by S H A M WARI

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

I watched with somewhat renewed interest as this mare flitted around me, her eyes brilliant and bright through the dark night, her coat illuminated under the soft shine of the moon. She'd drummed up thoughts and feelings that had seemingly been placed on hold, frozen within my grief. As enlightening as that first true breathe was after her initial touch, so was the vivid return of my senses. I could see her in a crisper view, smell her perfume and all its unique nodes. I could feel the soft graze of her muzzle against my coat with pinpointed accuracy and warmth. It was as if Darshan had woken me from this nightmare I'd been living in for the past several weeks.

I wasn't naive enough to think fawning over this alluring midnight creature was bound to solve all of my problems. But it was a distraction I needed, one that I so craved. That silent desire was what perhaps had driven me to her on that first fateful night. Here on the Crossing Isle, away from the judgement of my family or others who knew me back on Luthien, I could exist with her, if only for a few hours. I could put the grief on hold, albeit temporarily. I could fill my mind with thoughts and desires that weren't about Bright Eyes or death, and that weren't so sinister and melancholy. Darshan was a glimmer of what could be, maybe. She was a pleasure I shouldn't feel guilty about indulging in, headfirst, despite the clearly unstable head space I was in. I couldn't turn away now even if I tried.

The thin mare repeats my words back me and I stand solemnly, my eyes bright and alert as I soak her in. But I don't answer her. It is too difficult to explain, even out loud to myself, let alone to try to interpret for her in just a few simple words. Going home meant this sensation would end. It meant returning to what's become my lover's grave, the vacant sparce of land that used to be so lively when it was once filled with our children. But all of that was gone. Now Darshan's saying my name, again and again. And suddenly I'm feeling that burning sensation deep down that drew me to her that first night. I swallow hard in an attempt to temper that desire. But my body is whispering incessantly, telling me to give in. I can feel the warm bits of her hushed tones as she continues to whisper my name in such close proximity. I drop my gaze from hers, afraid of giving in fully to something much more primal like before, and instead slowly push the long side of my face up against her warm chest. I hover there for some time, feeling the soft sensation of her fur against my face, and continue to drape myself up her shoulder, along her neck, until my head reaches her withers. "Did you come from the stars?" I ask hoarsely, not necessarily expecting an answer.

I follow her gaze as she pulls away, her chiseled head turned toward the sea. Home. The Prairie had always been a great sense of pride for me. It was what grounded me. The land was my life's greatest work in many ways. But now, it felt soured and discarded. When I thought of home, my gut churned tightly with dread. "Luthien." I responded however, taking a stride or two toward the shoreline in the direction of the black hazy mass of a far off island in the distance. "Luthien is home. " I say again. It feels like another world, in which I would try to woo a mare like her back home to the herd. I briefly wonder if that is what she's after. How would Jabari take it, if I returned home with a strange mare who may or may not be pregnant with my seed, so soon after his mother's death. My jaw clenches tight and I swallow hard, but then Darshan is there, gently but assuringly at my cheek, then my chest. I nicker warmly to her and let my chin come to rest along her neck. My whiskered lips part and I lip lazily at the dancing, wispy strands her mane that flicker in the passing sea breeze. My heart is beating fast in my chest as I consider what do you next. "Darshan." I begin, taking a step away so I can look her squarely in the face. "Do you want to come to Luthien with me? To my home?"

Replies:

May there always be victory - By DARSHAN April 5, 2018 at 01:27:19 PM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI April 11, 2018 at 09:17:11 PM

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