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 04:12:03 AM by boomslang

Boomslang

The boy stood tall, and the wind whipped his mane and tail about him like red snakes. Boomslang could see now, upon closer inspection, that the young stallion held himself in a way that was very different from the rust-red mare he�d entertained earlier in the season. Where Pantera had been almost painfully stiff and formal, the chestnut currently before him did not seem restricted by any social expectations. When he spoke, it was even more evident that the two were likely not related�something the boy confirmed immediately. The Criollo�s grin quirked further up at one corner.

"The Dunes?" he repeated. "I�ve never heard of those. What are they?" Boomslang had seen dunes, great golden hills of sliding sand that he�d walked on very briefly when he was much, much younger, but he�d never known what they were called. Nor had he known that the Islands boasted an impressive bit of land humped with the wind-swept sand-hills.

When the chestnut introduced himself, Boomslang reached out with his muzzle to exchange breaths carefully with him. "Good t�meet you, Grai," he said as he withdrew into his own personal space. He shifted his hind feet and turned himself a bit to give the young stallion a less obstructed view of the tall whispering grasses that covered the territory. "I�m Boomslang, and this�s the Prairie, the place I call home. It�s a little empty at the moment �jus� me here, really� but I like it." He turned his gaze out toward his home and gave a short, satisfied nod followed by a low snort. Home. The Prairie was finally beginning to feel like it. "You explorin� the islands?" he asked, turning his head to look at Grai again.

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

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