Posted on December 6, 2017 at 03:29:15 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The memory seems so distant and fragmented now. But this isn't the first time I've met the painted mare, the one I'm trying so desperately now to guide into the cold waters at the shoreline of the Inlet. I had tried to steal her away before, of course, not knowing anything about her or the stallion she lived with like I know now. It had been a brash decision, one made without so much of a second thought. When I spied her along the shoreline alone, instinct told me to take her. So I did. But Orkaan was there to stop me. What I didn't know then was that this little tri-colored mare would become the starting point, the needle prick of a much larger episode. My attempt to steal her away to Luthien would mark the beginning of a heated rivalry. I would lose in battle against Orkaan and almost lose Brienne to him. Vita Nova would come here, so late in her pregnancy, only to go missing. Feelings of contempt and mistrust still brewed deep within me every time I thought of Orkaan. Now, I just called him a coward for disappearing and leaving his family behind. But here she was, Dora, the one who started it all. This was my chance to take what I felt was owed to me. This was how it was supposed to be the first time around. All I had to do was get her back to the Prairie. Then I'd worry about Vita Nova. Soon, I thought, everything would be right again. Everything would fall into place where it should be. Brienne, Vita Nova and this mare here, Dora, would be home. I feel a short stutter, a brief pang of guilt in my chest as my own mind begins to chip away at this phony fantasy. It wasn't Dora who started it all. It was my own selfishness, that window in time I saw to steal her away from her home and her family, that brought upon the chaos that still ensues on my family now. It was my own actions, no one else's. Even though I wanted so desperately to believe I was better than Orkaan, I knew deep down, I was just as much of a scoundrel, if not worse. I grit my teeth and swallow hard, my jaws clenched as I pushed through these melancholy thoughts and returned to focus on the scuffle at hand. Two ear lobes flick back as the other mare elaborates on Vita Nova, which brings my shoveling legs to a halt. I cock my head to one side to look at her as she explains. "Vita Nova is my sister. Orkaan and I had an agreement that he would take care of her. Clearly, he shouldn't be trusted." I spat back followed by a snort. "I've been to the Crossing Isle already in search for her. Did you ever see her with a foal?" I ask, my tone far less aggressive and demanding than it was before, but still quite blunt. I whip my head back toward the mare I'm here to take, but I can feel her body pressing hard against mine. She speaks now and I back up several steps, letting off the pressure, if only for a moment. "That's what Orkaan called you." I respond, staring down my nose at her. "The day we fought and the day he came to take someone from 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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