Posted on November 28, 2017 at 02:22:41 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The roles between us become clear the moment I make my intentions known. "Dora" is the meek, easier target. Her look alike sister, however, is quick to show she will not go into the surf quite so willingly. This matters little to me. It would be a wild risk to assume I could successfully herd both mares back to Luthien on my own. As such, I keep my focus on the quieter one, Dora. I am able to wedge myself between their mismatched bodies, but the bolder of the two mares, Zephyra, is just as aggressive in her defense. I watch apprehensively as the mare spins on her haunches to face me now, snapping her teeth forcefully at me in an attempt to make me back off her sister. I feel her jaws clench tightly upon my taunt, thin skin a few times near my withers and chest, and I momentarily whip my head around to bar my teeth at her in warning, snorting furiously, but I don't retaliate against her. I'm pawing the ground with vigor and tossing my heavy head wildly into the air to try to force Dora to move forward and in an effort to put more space between us and her relentless sister. "I don't want to hurt either of you, but you must cooperate." I shout hoarsely over the commotion of our scrambling bodies. But the brazen one is speaking now. For a second I freeze, my brown eyes wide as I take in her words. "You know Vita Nova?" I demand, still pressing my shoulder into Dora's body, applying pressure to keep her moving, if possible, even if the scuffle has for just a second, quieted. I flick my tail over my haunches with haste before abandoning the idea to press her further for answers. She made it clear rather quickly that she didn't know where Nova was. As for Orkaan? Good riddance. My nostrils flare and I take but a brief moment to assess our quiet surroundings. The thick masculine smell of a stallion still hangs stiffly in the brisk autumn air. But there is no sign of him, yet. Time was of the essence here. My red ears flick back against my poll and I begin to rear, a series of small hops into the sky, flailing my front legs and chipped hooves in an aggressive fashion to continue to beat our path toward the surf. The loud-mouthed mare is speaking again, but I'm running out of patience for her. "You don't have to go anywhere." I grumble aggressively, snorting loudly in Dora's face. "But Dora here, or whatever he called you, is coming with me." |
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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- i'd die for her, she lives for me - By nymphadora & zephyra December 3, 2017 at 11:24:11 AM
- VALID >> - By Shiva December 4, 2017 at 08:26:21 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI December 6, 2017 at 03:29:15 PM
- Live through this
- VALID >> - By Shiva December 4, 2017 at 08:26:21 PM
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