The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on December 30, 2014 at 04:52:33 PM by S H A MWARI


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



Everything was different here. The trees, for one. We had only those thick, wispy oaks in the Prairie. Here, there seemed to be a mix of different kinds. Wide ones. Tall and skinny ones. Ones with strange, loopy branches. Their subsequent leaves tasted different, too. The grass grew differently in the shadows of the forest's thick canopy versus in the open pasture lands. The birds in the trees were of different makes and colors too. I was only a short trek away from home, but it felt suddenly as if I had landed on a different planet.

I was enamored with the sights of this new and unexplored place. Perhaps too much so, as my guard was down. I didn't even smell him before he arrived, rudely trampling through some thorny brush I was smelling when he came at me. I urged my heaving frame back as quickly as I could, still shocked and somewhat confused by what was happening. I had no reason to believe anyone would treat me as such. My mother could be cold and mean sometimes, and I guess Valentine was a strict pain in my butt, but nothing like this. Maybe it was instinct or adrenaline or something else, but I didn't back down. Once I found my footing I stood tall. This stallion was no taller than me, despite the obvious age difference. He meant business though, but I wasn't about to show him I was scared.

I snorted, loudly, in his face. My whiskered lips were parting to speak when I heard the lofty sound of another approaching. My eyes never tore from the opponent standing in front of me though. She arrived in a flutter of yellow, bumping me hard at the hip and then at the shoulder. Mom? I stumbled out of her way, surprised and honestly, somewhat embarrassed that she was here. How did she find me so easily? It was a question for another time. I stood off to her side but my sides heaved. A raw, wet emotion coursed through my veins as I watched her step up to this stranger. I wanted to intervene. I knew it was my duty. It he struck her in any way, so be it, I'd kill him. I'd never felt this authoritative, defensive need over anyone before.



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




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