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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Live through this lie
Posted on August 23, 2019 at 08:27:31 PM by S H A M WARI






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


My thick, copper coat had already dried, but still, I toiled across the common isle without any real path or intention. The commotion on the islands lately - from Warsaw and his cronies like Rougaru and Cullen - had died down, given the season. For Warsaw and Rougaru, at least, they had too many mares with pregnant bellies to look after. As for Cullen, I imagine no one who dwelled in warmer-weather climates wanted to brace the icy waters this time of year. Perhaps it was restlessness, because of the given season, that drove to me the common isle today.

I had no mares expecting foals this time around, well, except for Celestria. But as far as I knew, she arrived in the Prairie already pregnant. This, I was grateful for. Unlike my foes, I had no real interest in "spreading my seed" just to do it. The responsibility of caring for so many foals at this time, anyway, seemed daunting. Truly, it was the last thing I needed to pile onto my shoulders. Nevertheless, I found myself revisiting the recent memory of Evren in these quieter moments. I'd catch myself aimlessly daydreaming, and be startled by my own subconscious thoughts. It wasn't that long ago that I'd hoped I'd never see that mare again in my lifetime. And now that she was my neighbor, and by proxy, an ally well... Perhaps things had changed.

My dull hooves sink into the soft earth here. Some patches of dirty snow hung around the trees and the lower lying slopes. But thus far, it seems to be a mild winter season. I can smell many of my kind in the brisk, dry air. But I'm not here looking to recruit. Intel was more valuable to me these days. And that's when I see her - her painted frame tearing through the land and toward the shallow pool at the base of the falls.

I stop in my tracks and watch from a distance for a while. She's familiar because I had tried to steal her away from Rougaru last season, though unsuccessfully. I snort at the thought, and feel the blood pump feverishly in my veins. It seems I can't go anywhere without Rougaru finding a way to seep his poison into my day. I stroll toward the pool with half-interest, dropping my heavy head to drink from the crisp and clear waters before I bother acknowledging her. I flick my red tail over my rump as I watch her now, drips from my drink clinging to the whiskers around my chin. She doesn't appear to be pregnant, which is interesting to me.

"I thought Rougaru kept you on a tight leash." I say, loud enough to hear over the sound of the droning falls.




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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