The Lost Islands
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HEAD OF THE PRAIRIE
zevulun
SECONDARY THIRD
castillon lir
GUARDIANS
jasper, micah, thames, lohan
 
RESIDENTS OF THE PRAIRIE
hirka, eira, aura
 eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret
lior, hael, atropa belladonna
vernonia		 name, name, name
 
CHILDREN OF THE PRAIRIE
eriana, name, name
 *odette, eudora, *dolores
adira		 name, name, name
 
ALLIES
ENEMIES
rafe (badlands)
evrain (hills)
sephiroth (thicket)
bacardi (forest)
mariael (arch)
tyr & oswin (ridge)
none
 
GUIDELINES

- 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
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Posted on January 23, 2013 at 04:01:13 AM by BOOMSLANG













left with no reason
we come undone
There was very little to do in the Prairie except eat, sleep, run, shit, and repeat. As a result, Boomslang was bored. His boredom often took him away from the borders of the land he called home, and it would come to no surprise to him if another moved in while he was away. Maybe if he had someone to come home to, or spend time with in the fields of tall, waving grasses, he wouldn’t spend so much time exploring everywhere else where other horses were.

Today, at least, he was at home, bored and alone as usual but trying to make the best of it. He’d spent enough time on the Crossing to know how things went down over there, but he wasn’t sure he could participate in the Commons. It was almost like a kidnapping, one that wasn’t pre-planned and was thus a spur of the moment action. If Boomslang were to bring a mare home with him after claiming her, he’d feel like he was cheating. He wanted a herd of mares who cared about each other, and about him. Not love, necessarily —though his heart had been beating for just himself for far too long, now, and he could definitely use some romantic company— but fondness for sure, and an interest in fulfilling and sustaining the happy lives of himself and the others.

Hell, even if they weren’t particularly invested in his happiness, he’d do what he could to nurture theirs. The Criollo tossed his head and stared out over the land. Family didn’t always last forever. He understood that, and that was fine. But he’d been roaming about for too long and soon he feared he’d forget what it meant to be dependable, or what it was like for others to rely on him. He wrinkled his nose. He hated thinking about these things; it took all the fun out of his days.


♂ | Criollo | grullo | 14.2hh | 11 summers
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