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Live through this lie
Posted on December 22, 2014 at 08:15:02 PM by S H A MWARI


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



I had seen every inch of the Prairie. Over the short 17 months of my life, I'd galloped across every inch of the vast terrain, navigated around every tree, swam in the Prairie's rivers and harassed every mare and filly Valentine collected for me. I was growing. I was restless. But most of all, I was damned bored.

So when mum wasn't looking, I teetered on the edge of our home. Just toying with the idea of crossing over the border. I knew we lived on the island of Luthien, but beyond that, what kind of horses and lands made up an island (which I'm not sure I really know what one is, if I'm being honest,) were just a distant fantasy to me. There were no other men in the Prairie besides Valentine, and yeah, he's a good guy, but he's old. He's not my father either.

So here I am, golden brown eyes wide as I stalk through new terrain, a mischievous grin plastered across my whiskered maw. I walk proudly as my mother taught me. My heavy cranium is held high over my withers, the unruly red locks of my mane lapped at my thick neck. Shadows of the towering trees criss-crossed over my spine as I trotted on, smelling and touching everything that came into my path.



| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury




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