The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on February 22, 2018 at 08:05:02 PM by S H A M WARI







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


I could tell from the look in her eyes something was wrong.

She'd shown up unannounced, which was not uncommon for her. But the concern, the seriousness she wore on her face, it was unusual. The words that came next confirmed my fears. There was little time to do anything beyond agree to help. I owed Valve that much, anyway. As such, we left the herd behind in the care of Jabari and headed toward the wooded border with the Forest. Our trek was silent. But what was there to say? I could see the determination in her step and in her demeanor that Evaline needed this. This terrible chapter in her life couldn't close until all remaining pawns were dealt with. Kasabian, the boss of the Lagoon at the time, had clearly been the ringleader in this operation. But Psychedelic had done his part. Those foals were forever a reminder of what he'd done.

The longer we walked, the more angry I became. This is probably what Evaline wanted, after all, she knew how to rile me up more than anyone. A sudden heat began to radiate from my core the more my thoughts focused on the painted stallion, living under a ruse, so close to us, after all this time. And with a member of our own kin under his care. Had he no conscious? Was there no bottom to which the lows this brute would go? Evaline was right. He didn't deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of us.

Evaline halted abruptly but said nothing as we veered off the dirt path. Her ears flicked back against her poll and she craned her head back to give me a stern look. Then we heard them. She bobbed her head once before pushing forward through the brush. I stayed where I stood, watching her palomino frame disappear through the leaves and the branches. But the murmurs of Persephone and Psychedelic were loud and clear. I felt a strange tightness in my throat as I tried to ready myself for what was to come. Valve had issued her call for war. It was nearly time to end this painstakingly ongoing chapter of Kasabian's long and winding nightmare of an existence here among the islands. While my brother may be long dead, his vision for destruction was still alive and well in the form of another. Stewing too long about the fact that Psychedelic was still alive and living under the protection of my neighbor and ally made my blood boil.

I watched with interest as Psychedelic's false alias melted away, revealing the true son of a bitch we knew. My jaws clenched as I resisted the urge to storm through the brush and go for his throat right then and there. Evaline handled herself calmly, but it was Persephone's quick response that caught my interest. I watched as my ally moved to stand guard of Evaline. And I didn't waste another second.

I emerged from the brush at a lofty trot, my head held low below my withers with my ears laced back at my poll, and jaws snapping. "Kasabian is dead, you fool." I bellowed, too angry to keep the truth inside anymore. My brown eyes surveyed the forest one last time for a chance to spy Valve, but she was no where to be found. Perhaps this was fate -- I was indebted to her since she was the one who cast the fatal blow against Kasabian. Perhaps it was my turn. I brushed past Evaline and Persephone then, and cantered toward the painted stallion. As I neared, I lurched forward, striking high with my forelegs and reaching out at his face with my snapping jaws.




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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