zevulun |
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| SECONDARY | THIRD | |
| castillon | lir | |
jasper, micah, thames, lohan | ||
| hirka, eira, aura |
eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret lior, hael, atropa belladonna vernonia |
name, name, name |
| eriana, name, name |
*odette, eudora, *dolores adira |
name, name, name |
evrain (hills) sephiroth (thicket) bacardi (forest) mariael (arch) tyr & oswin (ridge) |
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- the Prairie stands as a symbol of peace and prosperity among the islands - anyone is welcome to live here so long as they do not bring harm to the Prairie or any of it's residents - adventure and exploration is not only allowed, but encouraged! residents are asked to use their better judgement and not travel to places that could bring them harm - the head of the prairie has final say in all prairie matters. the secondary and third positions are not able to be challenged for and are selected by the head - the guardians take on a more active role in the prairie; they must protect the inhabitants of the prairie and go on patrols of the prairie borderlines and shore. they can welcome strangers to the prairie and invite anyone to live here, though they must inform one of the leaders of any newcomers or visitors | ||
Posted on June 17, 2012 at 01:51:56 AM by dawson
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More men on his land! When will people learn. Dawson shakes his head when the scent first reaches him, but does not hesitate to pick up his speed and run across the great expanse of his prairie to comprehend the intruder. This one was different, this one didn’t make a straight line towards the few scattered mares that Dawson took care of, he didn’t sneak into the land with bad intentions in his eyes, and Dawson stops his charge prematurely. He watches this stranger from the few scattered tree’s instead, his head held high, cocked to the side, his lips twisted thoughtfully. This stranger was here for a completely different reason entirely. This stallion was so patchy that he was almost pretty, with a pair of pale blue eyes that would undoubtedly make the ladies melt. Dawson wasn’t sure if that made him like the chap or not. But it certainly made him interested. He could probably guess why this strange, large, male had come here – wandering through the tall swaying grass that Dawson had grown some affection for – the reason was probably quite obvious. Dawson had done enough thinking, enough observing, with a flick of his tail he continued to move forward, his pace steady this time, slow. When he reaches the stranger he stands in his path, in order to block the man from moving any further in, but there was no aggression in Dawson’s eyes. In fact he grins, from ear to ear as if he finds all this quite amusing. “Out for a stroll?” he asks, raising his brows slightly. “I’m Dawson, this is my prairie. Can I help you with something?” dawson; of the prairie
--- load up your guns |
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