The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on August 23, 2017 at 04:07:27 PM by S H A M WARI






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


The swim was cold and difficult, the currents growing stronger and more moody the closer my red frame cut toward Tinuvel. It was the last place I wanted to be approaching in all honesty. The memories of the battle along the shore on the Inlet were still too fresh in my mind, threatening to blind my judgement with rage and frustration all over again. But I tried to think of Nova, who was now entrusted in that brute's care, so I grit my teeth and pushed on. My sights are set on the Bay, however, at the opposite end of the island than the Inlet. I'd gotten word through allies and family that Paradiso had been spotted here. Some thought he had taken up residence here now, which seemed strange and unlike him to me, but then again, I hadn't seen my half-brother in so long, I could barely guess what his preferences were these days. He was still just a meek boy when I saw him last. He was starting to grow into his own, looking more like his sire, Valentine, the more he filled out. But our last conversation had been an argument. He told me he never wanted to see me again, the raw emotion over what had happened to our mother manifesting so angrily within him. But I couldn't blame the lad. If only I could go back and right the wrongs inflicted on those I loved the most.

Persephone had confirmed that Paradiso had long ago fled the forest. This was the first signs of my brother I'd heard since. And after the blatant and rash threats that had almost triggered me to let go of Bri, I was more determined than ever to keep those I cared about most close to home. I only hoped I could convince Paradiso to forgive me and to come back to us on Luthien.

The sun was just beginning to break over the horizon of the angry winter sea when I pulled my frigid frame from the seawater and onto the pebble-laiden shore of the Bay. My nostrils flared, and a chill ran down the length of my spine as my lungs filled with the brisk, crisp mountain air. Nephilim's scent seemed long gone, but I expected that. It was his daughter who ruled this place now, or last I heard. I shook the remaining water from my coat and issued a hoarse call for whoever felt inclined to answer it, hoping desperately to spy the dark, spotted frame of my brother in the distance.



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




ooc: annoyingly overprotective brother stopping by to be annoying!


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