The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on August 30, 2017 at 08:00:08 PM by S H A M WARI & Paradiso






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


This place even sounded cold. There was an eerie chill to the silence, which was only broken by the the lapping, frigid waves at my ankles and the occasional call of a bird overhead. I shivered as the chill began to set in. My last trip to Tinuvel had been cold, too, of course, but the adrenaline and exertion kept me more in my core during the scuffle with Orkaan. So I began to pace along the shoreline, moving my still dripping body back and forth over the pebble beach, eyes wide and alert, hoping to spy Paradiso through the trees. My nostrils flare with each passing breath, the crispness of the air actually hurt as it filled my lungs and was expelled as creamy plumes. It was foolish for me to come here at this time of year, I knew that. But I couldn't rid myself of this strange, paranoid and restless energy. Once I'd gotten word that my brother was here, I couldn't sit on this information. I had to know in this instant if he was, and if he was OK.

So when the white and black splashed stallion finally emerged onto the beach, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, even if I was starting to lose the sensation of feeling in my legs and joints. I nickered warmly to the stallion as he approached, prancing in place in an attempt to keep the blood circulating through my extremities. But when Paradiso arrived, he looked as sour and and as defensive as he did during our last argument in the Prairie. "I know I'm probably the last face you want to see right now." I explained as quickly as I could, somewhat out of breathe. "But when I heard you were here, I had to see for myself. I just wanted to make sure you are alright."

My firey red ear lobes flick forward and back as I register the sounds another joining us. Paradiso's head cranes to one side as he too, catches wind of the mare approaching in the distance. "Mariel," he addresses her as, taking a few steps back from me and allowing her to step forward. Paradiso regarded this mare with respect and authority, which led me to assume she was in fact, Nephilim's daughter. "Mariel, this is my brother, Shamwari, of the Prairie." He explained quickly, his blue-eyed gaze meeting mine just once, briefly and full of apprehension, before returning to the mare. "I didn't invite him here." At this point, I couldn't hide the fact that my body was quivering from the cold, shaking so violently in the joints at my knees and at my withers that I could feel my jaws and teeth chattering. I didn't know if I could realistically submerge myself back into the freezing cold depths if this mare turned me away. "Shamwari, this Mariel, Queen of the Bay, the land in which you are intruding upon."

I blink in rapid succession, feeling weak and winded at the same time. I snort in an effort to try to clear my senses, and bob my head in acknowledgement to Mariel given Paradiso's introduction. "Please forgive... my.... intrusion." My breathing clearly labored. "I was concerned... about .... my ... brother, Para... diso." Paradiso took a step forward in my direction, concern suddenly in his eyes. He flashes an equally concerned look to Mariel. "I think he's going to pass out." He muttered, before pressing his nose to my shoulder. He leaped back in surprise and in an unwavering and totally unexpected display of affection, the spotted stallion slid up alongside of me, pressing his warm body against my cold and damp one. "I'm OK, really." I manage to mutter, holding Mariel's gaze. "It's just... colder than I expected."



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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