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Live through this ~~lie~~ (claim)
Posted on July 16, 2019 at 05:11:48 PM by S H A M WARI

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

It felt like it had been ages since I left Luthien. So much so, that as I emerged from the surf onto the Crossing Isle, I barely recognized it. My copper-colored coat was still damp as I roamed the meadow and then the valley that wrapped around the island's magnificent falls. New scents flooded my whiskered nostrils. Some felt familiar, but so many were foreign and strange. I took this as a good sign - the last few trips I made here to meet others of my own kind had been mostly unfruitful. It felt as if the islands had gone into a long dormant state. Few herds still existed, and the ones that did were dwindling in numbers. Perhaps that was finally changing. This trip, at least, gave me hope that it was.

Nevertheless, the nagging feeling to return home was ever-present in my mind. After Warsaw and Cullen's unsuccessful attempts to steal from my family, I had felt that the Prairie was well fortified. I actually felt a sense of pride in how easily we defeated them, sending these stallions back into the ocean with their tails between their legs. But then Rougaru managed to slip and take Sanibel. The thought of the stallion from Atlantis still made my blood boil to this day. And it made me worrisome over Luthien's defenses. Despite my robust herd, and help from friends like Ruger and my son, Jabari, the increasing frequency of these rogue threats made me feel guilty for being away from home at all.

I breathed a heavy sigh, and tossed my salt-licked, red mane, trying to focus on what was in front of me. And then I saw her. A delicate, but loudly colored mare wandering the common grasses all by herself. Few other horses gathered in the distance, but still she stood, as if waiting for someone to approach. I nickered to her from several feet away, bobbing my head before urging my heaving frame into a two-beat trot. My lofty gait sent me forward, the brittle, but tall grasses of autumn licking at my legs and knees as I cut through the terrain.

"Hello." I say gruffly as I near her, slowing to walk and then a halt, but keeping a generous distance. My nostrils flare as I take in her scent from here, smelling no stallion nor any sign that she'd come from a neighboring territory on her. I flick my thick, red tail over my haunches as I digest this. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Replies:

what it is to feel alive - By Astraea July 26, 2019 at 10:08:21 PM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru July 29, 2019 at 10:28:05 AM
  - Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI July 29, 2019 at 09:49:19 PM

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