Posted on May 23, 2019 at 04:54:21 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. When Ruger first floated the idea of going on a raid, I laughed. A deep belly laugh - harder than I'd laughed in a long time. I thought the painted stud was kidding. But after I'd regained my composure, the stallion looked at me just as seriously as he had moments before, when the idea had first slipped from his whiskered lips. A raid. Really? It had been quite some time since I'd snuck out into the black churning depths of the sea at night, and slunk into someone else's territory with the goal of bringing a stranger back home with me. It was a game that was practically invented by the bachelors, a way to use stealth to get a step ahead when brute force didn't work. I have to admit, it is exciting - it was when I was a young stallion trying to find where I fit in back in the Lagoon, and it could still be quite exhilarating as a land-owning stallion. Ruger's dark eyes and a mischievous smile practically begged me to say yes. And so with the flick of my thick red tail, and with a devilish smirk of my own growing across my lips, I bobbed my head in agreement. "One of more time." I said gruffly. "For old time's sake." We chose Tinuvel, of course, the farthest island from Luthien in the chain and the one with the most unpredictable elements. But that's where Warsaw lived. And I couldn't think of a better way to repay the grey stallion for his outlandish attempt to take Vita Nova from my own home than to sneak in and steal something of his in a similar fashion. Despite the transition from spring to summer, the air was still quite crisp as we rose from the chilly waters and onto the black-pebble beach of the Inlet. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, brightening the deep shades of violet that licked the stars in the sky. The beach was desolate and undisturbed. My damp nostrils flared as I searched the air for any signs of Warsaw. It appeared that he and his herd were likely still bed down further in the terrain at this hour. That is, until I spied a small, pale-colored mare in the distance. We had washed in several yards down shore from her. The crashing waves had covered our tracks and the clamoring of our hooves, at least for now. But the mare's cream and white colored coat glowed in the dawn light. It was almost too easy - here she was, ripe for the picking. I turned to Ruger and nipped him lightly on the shoulder. The time to act was now. Instead of heading down the beach straight for her, I trudged into the brush at the edge of the shoreline, hoping to cloak myself until I drew closer. My chipped hooves urged my heaving frame into a three-beat canter as I closed the gap between us, one eye searching for Ruger as we expertly rounded her, and the other keeping a firm glare on the unsuspecting mare before us. I emerged from the brush and came at her from behind, circling tightly around her once with snapping jaws before using my shoulders to push her toward the waterline. "Follow us now." I said hoarsely. "And no one gets hurt." |
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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