there is a crack in everything

	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

there is a crack in everything
Posted on February 20, 2013 at 03:01:20 AM by boomslang

Boomslang

With his weight settled more comfortably, Boomslang heaved a great content sigh and flicked his ears toward the pregnant mare. He answered her chuckle with a low laugh of his own and snapped his tail at an early spring fly. The Prairie would be buzzing with the pests before long, he was sure. Tall grass had always harbored all manner of pesky insects. "Pilar? Oh, no, she doesn�t live here with me," he said, deliberately choosing words that did not imply he had any ownership of the mare. "I met her on the Crossing a bit ago. You�ve got ears like she had, that�s why I asked. Very curious things," he continued with an amused huff of breath, craning his head one way to get a better look at the delicate curls of flesh on her head.

His eyes tracked down the copper curve of her neck as she looked at her swollen sides. Her coat almost gleamed under the sun, and he found himself observing the white patches that interrupted the smooth reddish color that dominated her body. When she spoke again he swung his eyes back to her face, and her joke startled a laugh from him. "I�m not so bad, no," he agreed, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. Privately he wondered if she had made the joke in ignorance or if she had been testing him. "You�re welcome to stay as long as y�like, of course. It�s just me livin� here right now, and I sure don�t mind the company," he continued smoothly with a smile.

"all men are mad,
in some way or the other."

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