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 February 11, 2013 at 11:12:10 PM by g r a i
 What brought him here? The young chestnut could not put a word to it. He'd been forced to leave the Dunes. His mother had dropped her other foal, and Grai knew when it was time to leave. Luthien had been the closest landmass when he had jumped into the water for the first time. He didn't know why his mother hated the Sea so much - the salt water had been rather refreshing. He came up on the shores of the Praire. He looked around. The long grasses and cooler temperatures were a shock for the dune-born boy. He snorted and took a deep sniff. There didn't seem to be many equines here. So, seemed as good a place as any to go. He was only two. He was a young stallion - thin and lean from the time spent in the desert. Moving on ground that was not constantly shifting was a novelty and he looked at the dirt as if it were strange. As was the lingering frost that coated everything. This was an alien world to him and yet rather exciting. He tasted the air again, wondering who lived out here. GRAI stallion. mixed. chestnut. 15.2hh.2 years. played by blushie |
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- there is a crack in everything - By boomslang February 15, 2013 at 10:50:48 PM
- which then grew into a hope - By g r a i February 18, 2013 at 03:47:03 AM
- there is a crack in everything - By boomslang February 20, 2013 at 04:12:03 AM
- which then grew into a hope - By g r a i February 18, 2013 at 03:47:03 AM
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