The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie [RAID]
Posted on November 27, 2017 at 07:10:46 PM by S H A M WARI






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


Vita Nova's scent teased me as I traversed across the Crossing Isle, my brown eyes wide and alert as I hoped to spy the spotted, grey frame of my sister lurking the distance. However, the brisk autumn breeze leads me astray. Every time I felt I was near her, with the rocks of the nearby Peak jutting forth into the sky along the horizon, that frail, seemingly futile scent would betray me, and I'd lose her to the wind again. This lasted for several days, until my anger got the best of me. I had met Jaci, a delicate pearly mare who claimed to have seen Vita Nova in the Inlet before Orkaan's disappearance, but no one had come across my sister in any recent fashion. Begrudgingly, I knew this meant I would be forced to finally return to Tinuvel if I had any real chance of finding her and what should be a healthy foal at her side.

The waters were chilly this time of year, but my legs cut through the choppy currents no matter. I arrived on the somewhat familiar pebble beach of the Inlet, and immediately my mind returned to the fateful night I had met Orkaan the first time here. Thinking of it now left a sour taste in mouth. So I snort, heaving my heavy frame from the seawater and pushing those thoughts far from my mind. Orkaan's scent had long gone stale and was barely there in the passing, brisk breeze. Instead it was replaced with the heavy musk of someone new. Someone young, but someone I did not recognize. The discovery of this new, masculine scent did not deter me from why I was here. But it told me I would need to be quick.

Dull chipped hooves drew me away from the shoreline and into the brush of the lean thicket. My nostrils flare, reaching for Nova's scent but finding less of it here than I did on the Crossing. I halt when I hear a disturbance ahead -- hooves against the hard ground, snapping twigs against the barrels of our kind. My nostrils flare again as my dark brown eyes search through the limbs and the remaining, brittle leaves for what comes in the distance. My heart lept into my throat as I wished for Vita Nova, but spied two painted mares instead. They were slight compared to Orkaan's build, but similarly marked. One walked with not so much of a limp, but in a way that she favored one shoulder. She seemed familiar to me. And just before they moved too far out of sight, it dawned on me -- this was Orkaan's "Dora", the prize that drove the stallion mad enough to fight me. Was she now abandoned by him, too?

I watch for a second more, assessing what visually seemed to be her sister, as the two moved quietly but with an ease that comes from time spent across the terrain. A tightness caught me in my gut, and I couldn't shake the ambitious, and perhaps childish need, to drive this Dora back home to Luthien with me, even if it wouldn't change the outcome of what transpired before. Nevertheless, one or both of them could have some insight to where Nova was. So off I went, trotting through the brush until I reached them. I approach them kindly at first, nickering gently before I got too close, then pinned my ears and attempted to snake my way between their bodies with snapping jaws. I intentionally move after the injured one, trying to herd her back to the shore. "I apologize for the brash and rude introduction," I say gruffly, but don't let up on my aggressive exterior nor pace. "But we'll talk more once we get to Luthien."



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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