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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on July 18, 2016 at 06:51:45 PM by S H A M WARI

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

It was hot. Sweat muddled my red coat, dampening it around my chest and shoulders while sweat pimpled along the soft skin around my eyes and muzzle. It was midday on the Crossing in summer. The oppressive heat was to be expected. Nevertheless, the hot and humid temperatures was enough to make me consider my usual stroll for strangers short today, and perhaps head into the cool sea and back to the Prairie. Life was good as of late. I've been working hard. Maybe I should cut myself a break and call it a day a little earlier than usual.

While I enjoyed spending time with each and every inhabitant in the Prairie, the idea of going back now gave me pause. There were some undercurrent issues involving my family that I was grappling to get a handle on emotionally. Evaline had been gone for weeks now, cast out to the Dunes, but I just couldn't stomach the fact that she was gone. I'd never lived in the Prairie without her. Paradiso was suffering, too, in the wake of her departure. I couldn't help but feel guilty for the both of us.

But what Evaline and Paradiso didn't know was that Kasabian was here. He was back and he couldn't be trusted. I'm not sure when the was last time Evaline saw her first born, but I know it had been years. I don't know if she thought of him often. I don't know if deep down, she still cared for him. But whatever happened between them well before my birth had scarred him. And I couldn't shake the feeling that she was part of the reason he had returned to the islands. Evaline was safe in the Dunes. She was safer with Gabbar than with me, that's for sure.

So I'm still ambling, deciding whether I should face the emotional triggers of being home in the Prairie with the pouting Paradiso and ghost of my mother, or hang around here a little bit longer. That's when I spy him out of the corner of my eye.

My nostrils flare as I take in his familiar scent. I watch for a moment as the gold flecked stallion streaks by, clearly distracted by something. He seemed on edge. Something seemed wrong. I whinny to him as this realization sets in, and set off to greet him at a rumbling two-beat trot. I nicker as I approach. I missed his scuffle, but can tell by his heavy breathing and the weird marks against the neighboring tree that something was up. I keep my distance but am close enough for him to know I'm there.

"Dude, Nephilim. You alright?" I say, my baritone voice carrying clearly and loudly to him before I take a few steps closer. "It's been a while, man. What's going on?"

Replies:

everyone is a monster to someone - By nephilim July 21, 2016 at 10:12:31 PM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI & Paradiso July 26, 2016 at 08:25:37 PM
  - everyone is a monster to someone - By nephilim July 28, 2016 at 04:18:41 PM
    - Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI July 29, 2016 at 08:29:15 PM
      - everyone is a monster to someone - By nephilim August 1, 2016 at 03:34:37 PM
        
        [x] - By Vinyl August 1, 2016 at 09:42:14 PM

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