Posted on May 19, 2020 at 05:12:08 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. No one talks about the the lethargy of war. The exhaustion is ever-present, almost from the very beginning. The need to be ever vigilant is as physically demanding as it was mentally. And all of it - the constant patrols and fortifications of home, the strategy meetings, the sparring for fitness and to keep skills sharp - adds up. It all leads to this, to this explosion of tired bodies pitted against tired bodies. The culmination is just blood and flesh between teeth, and the scrapes of hooves against legs. It lasts until the weakest in that moment finally surrenders. Warsaw looks weary. By the time I've found him, he's already battered and bruised. But I know him well enough to understand that this stallion was willing to die for his lunatic cause. He hadn't caused all this trouble to bow down now. So when he barks back at me, my copper ear lobes flick forward and back. Never would I have thought that Warsaw would be afraid of me. Cautious, maybe. Suspicious, most certainly. I too, was not afraid to lock against him in battle. I was not afraid to stand up to him, to defend Persephone's right to lead, to protect this island and the values we cherish. Warsaw was a threat to all of that, and for that reason, he must be extinguished. My tired legs carry me toward him with everything they had left. Our chests and shoulders collide with a dull thud, followed by a hearty groan from myself. My brown eyes wince as Warsaw successfully pushes me back, and I bunker down when he lifts his forehand off the ground. His grey legs slash out at me - striking me near the withers and against my chest. I squeal as I turn on my haunches to get out of the way of his onslaught of blows, and shift my weight onto my front legs. I kick out then with all the muster I have, pushing my red legs in before striking out with force toward Warsaw's grey barrel. I cannot remember the details of the first time we fought - when the grey stallion came galloping across my plains with Vita Nova clearly in his sights. I don't remember his instincts, or if he preferred to strike with his front or hind end. I hardly even remember winning, because not long after, Vita Nova chose him anyway. But clearly, he set out to win today. After my kick, I swivel back on forehand to face the stallion from Tinuvel. I bare my yellow teeth and snap my jaws at him before lunging forward yet again. But before I reached him, the muscles in my body tighten when a familiar voice rings out. "Shamwari.... Stop! Stop it!" My heels dig into the earth as my head swings wildly in the direction of the call. And there in the clearing stands a skinny Vita Nova, propped up one one side by her adult daughter, Tavas. |
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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