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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

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Posted on January 30, 2013 at 01:52:01 AM by BOOMSLANG


	left with no reason we come undone�Wren?� he repeated, and a too-wide smile creased his lips. �Mayhap you shouldn�t be in my company, little bird,� he said, and laughed. He�d been named after a snake� a deadly one spoken of in whispers and in legend. And why not? The mares in his father�s herd had decided, as a group, to name all of their children after fabled creatures. Boomslang only hoped that when he began a family, the mares would all be as close and connected to one another as his father�s herd had been. It had been a long, long time since he�d been at home, but that was the one memory he held clearly within his mind. Someday, someday.... Another roll of thunder drowned out all the other noises of the world and Boomslang shivered his skin in response to the sheer power of it. Storms always excited him. �Shelter?� he repeated, then furrowed his brow in thought. �Oh. Uhm. There�s a pretty dense grove over on the shoreline, just above the beach.� he said while glancing skyward. �If we hurry, we might be able to beat the rain. Race you!� He flung the challenge over his shoulder as he bolted away from the mare, winding toward the beach much like his namesake might slither through the grass. When he reached the thick copse of trees he was delighted to see that the branches crowded one another over his head. Even if the canopy had yet to regrow, there would still be a fair amount of shelter for them both. Boomslang looked away from the grove in search of Wren, wondering if she had beaten him to the trees or if he had won, this time. ♂ \| Criollo \| grullo \| 14.2hh \| 11 summers

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till all that remains is the arms of the angels - By w r e n February 3, 2013 at 04:27:44 AM
- WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? - By BOOMSLANG February 5, 2013 at 05:47:15 AM
  - till all that remains is the arms of the angels - By w r e n February 7, 2013 at 04:31:59 AM
    - WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? - By BOOMSLANG February 15, 2013 at 09:13:38 PM
      - till all that remains is the arms of the angels - By w r e n February 25, 2013 at 09:53:31 PM
        
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