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 February 15, 2013 at 09:13:38 PM by BOOMSLANG













left with no reasonwe come undone
His murmur of agreement to her statements about storms was lost in another low roll of thunder. The pelting rain was loud in his ears, and he tipped one a bit closer to his companion as she responded to him again. So far she had not flinched from his touch, or spoken out against it. Still, he was careful not to cross the invisible boundaries he had set for himself, and watched to be certain he did not encroach on the ones she had set for herself. “Ayup. Jus’ me. I’ve been through that central isle, that Crossing place, and I’ve seen the way mares are approached there. I dunno why stallions do it, that force claiming thing. I’d rather make a friend or fall in love and invite her home with me. Y’know, get a good, strong bond between myself and the mares I’ll be sharin’ space with. And then there’s the matter of the mares themselves— if they don’t like each other, what’s the point?” He snorted, and rainwater flew from the curve of his nose. “I want group of friends here, a family— not a harem.”

He sighed and shifted his hips before settling. He hadn’t meant to share so much of that, but the words were out and he wasn’t going to apologize for what he’d said. He knew his views differed from the stallions he’d seen on the Crossing, and he wondered if Wren, or any other mare he encountered, would find him less desirable for refusing to force his will upon them.

But that just sounded ridiculous inside his head.

His eyes had drifted to the ocean but the touch of her nose on his hindquarters accompanied by the warmth of each of her exhales drew his gaze back to Wren. They made an imperfect circle standing that way, an uroboros made of two horses. How fitting. “Oh,” he said, not sure whether he was relieved she didn’t know or disappointed. “It’s a uh, a type of snake. I think my dam jus’ liked the name.” That was true. There was more to it, of course, like the fact that a boomslang was highly venomous, and that his dam had known that from stories when she named him, but he didn’t tell Wren that. A snake and a bird. That was simple, right? Simple and clean. Snakes weren’t exactly regarded as wonderful creatures, but it was typically the venomous ones that got the bad reputation. Boomslang decided he would keep that to himself for as long as possible, and sighed against the mare’s skin.


♂ | Criollo | grullo | 14.2hh | 11 summers
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