Posted on May 3, 2016 at 10:52:51 PM by S H A M WARI
My hooves sink easily into the loose sand. At first it's a bizarre feeling, the hot pebbles rising above my coronet band, the laboring steps I take over the hills. But it quickly becomes tiresome. My nostrils flare, begging for oxygen as my body tires under the relentless heat, even in winter. It doesn't take long for my rich red coat to darken with sweat. The heat here is dangerous. I amble on for some time without seeing anything of interest. Just sand. And more sand. There must be some kind of vegetation here, if herds of our kind do dwell here. I just don't understand why anyone would want to live here. I'm quickly reminded why I hate Salem. It's as if a plague has ravaged the Lost Islands, as with every new island I visit, I am greeted by desolate territories and the stale scents of others who vacated them some time ago. I can smell the stallion who lives here but press on unamused. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to bring some back to my home in the Prairie. Our numbers are few, but at least we're there. That's better than I can say for the Forest. But I can't stand being on Luthien for very long as of late, not my with mum there. That's next on my list, to find a new home for her. Maybe it's this place. Sweat is pimpling along the soft, dark skin that surrounds my nostrils and under my eyes. But I'm in a foul mood, tired for the the trek and this heat, disgruntled to find yet another empty space of land, relatively perturbed that I'm doing this at all. Not that I lived my life by some sort of high honor or code of ethics, but I never really held any admiration for thieves. Yet here I am, trudging on with every intention to steal from someone else. Maybe it's the state of the world right now --- kill or be killed in this barren place -- but I'm doing it. I am reminded briefly of the last time I stumbled onto Salem. I had followed Kasabian. He came here to the Dunes while I ran into Ohran in the Desert. The stallion had been kind to me but Kasabian hadn't fared so well. I close my eyes in the passing breeze, thankful for its brief reprieve, but open them quickly upon getting a whiff of a mare within its current. I eye the terrain wildly and soon I spot them, two figures in the distance, striding away from the shoreline. I eye the grey mare, she seems healthy enough to turn right around and swim to Luthien. Then I assess the stallion. He's smaller, leaner than me. Clearly more accustomed to the hellish conditions here. I decide I can take him, then descend the wall of sand toward the shoreline. I force my heaving frame into a three beat gait once I reach even ground, my legs grateful for the hardened, flat sand of the shoreline. I make my way in between the two of them and aim to push my shoulder into the mare, with every intention of driving her back into the waves. "Sorry doll, this was only a pit stop." I say, ears pinned, but my eyes looking to the ground, too ashamed to look in her in the eye and truly demand anything of her. I bar my yellowed teeth at the stallion, stomping a thick tree trunk for a front leg into the shallow waters, daring him not to come closer. 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
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- If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised - By Nereid May 5, 2016 at 02:50:23 PM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar May 10, 2016 at 05:04:15 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI May 16, 2016 at 04:00:19 PM
- Live through this
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar May 10, 2016 at 05:04:15 PM
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