The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on September 21, 2016 at 02:58:21 PM by S H A M WARI






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


The sun was high in the sky at midday, its rays warming the copper top of my brown, bushy coat while I pawed at the brittle remains of reeds hidden beneath the season's light layer of snow. Creamy plumes of carbon dioxide evaporated into the brisk air with every exhale. My legs were stained dark and wet from the moisture of the snow at my ankles, but luckily the snowfall had been kind of the island of Luthien this year.

One dark brown lobe twitched as I munched on a tasteless, soaked reed and swallowed. A disturbance along the treeline bordering the Forest caught my attention. But still, I stood lazily, my right hip cocked high as I rested my right hind leg underneath, but my dark stare was bright and wide. Some time had passed since I'd last explored the Forest. Paradiso and Ostara were nearly grown. My herd numbers had grown too. I assumed Menkhet's had as well. So maybe that explained why there was a slight red stallion standing idly within my home's borders.

In the aftermath of the intrusion, I stood more alert, my whiskered nostrils flare as I chew absentmindedly at what remained of my snack. I knew the intruder. I'm reminded of the time I'd stumbled into the Forest for the first time as a mere colt. This stallion was cold and menacing, and if it wasn't for my incessantly annoying mother, he may have given me a good beating. He was always more of a pest than an ally to Valentine, but the two never formally quarreled. Luckily he was merely a blip on the radar in the history of Luthien. The stallion had disappeared from the islands not long after I left for the Lagoon.

Asp had certainly smelled like the forest. This was as good of a time as any, I assumed, to pay Menkhet' another visit. All I know is that I don't want this fool to be my neighbor, not with my first born on the way and Paradiso and Ostara still under my keep. I doubt this stallion is living under Menkhet's rule willingly. I assume he'll come after her for her land eventually, if he hasn't already.

She deserves a warning.

I amble across the snow-spattered, rolling hills at a lumbering two-beat gait and disappear into the treeline where Asp had appeared earlier in the day. I snake through the deadened trees, my dull hooves crushing through thicker banks of snow as I make my way deeper into the forest. I inhale deeply before sounding off a bugle for Menkhet and wait patiently for the mare's arrival.



Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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