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 07:09:45 PM by boomslang

Boomslang

The mare stepped forward to touch his proffered nose, and when she withdrew Boomslang noticed her eyes were two different colors. Her forelock had hidden one before. His ears pointed at her and is chin dipped toward his chest a fraction in surprise. He�d met curly-eared horses and now a mare with mismatched eyes. These Islands got more interesting by the day. The grullo shifted his attention (and nose) toward the stallion, though he kept one ear trained on the mare as she replied to him. He was glad to note it didn�t appear he had interrupted their conversation, just before his attention was snagged entirely by the odd posture of Stratton. The gold champagne dun had not moved forward to bump noses at all, but instead craned his neck to bring his nose near Boomslang�s, as if his body was rooted to the earth and he couldn�t �or wouldn�t� come any closer.

Exchanging a few breaths with the younger stallion, he withdrew back into his own space and quirked a curious ear towards Stratton as his gaze shifted back to the mare. "Ah! Adventurin�, eh? This�s as good a place as any to start. Th�name�s Boomslang, and yeah, this�s my home, the Prairie. You two from these islands, or have you come from someplace else?" He glanced at Stratton, dividing the attention of his ears between the two horses. He�d only entertained mares in his home thus far and hadn�t met many stallions in the islands at all, except for his neighbors. While all of the mares had warmed to him almost immediately, it hadn�t been very common with the men he�d met. Boomslang was curious to see how long it would take for the champagne to relax, or if the younger male would ease up at all.

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

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Replies:

a hurricane in the back of her throat - By blaine March 3, 2013 at 06:24:46 PM
- The first wind blowing in. - By stratton March 4, 2013 at 08:47:05 PM
  - there is a crack in everything - By boomslang March 19, 2013 at 10:42:24 PM

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