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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

The first wind blowing in.
Posted on March 4, 2013 at 08:47:05 PM by stratton

Stratton
"Old friends fall to the earth and decay
With the city by the sea, sweet brine in the breeze."

He had always been told that the stallions of the herdlands were proud beasts that charged at the sight of their kind- whatever their kind was supposed to be. It had taken the champagne stallion some time to figure out that the herd that he had grown up in had been a group of brigands and theives, and that they were not welcome in the beautiful outlands of the islands where single stallions made their homes with a handful of mares that adored them and trusted them.

His kind were to be untrusted and run out of their place upon sight. They were often restricted to their own little island that they shared with the large group of women that took up the massive mountain just to th east of the lagoon.

Naturally, he is on edge at the foreward friendliness of the strange stallion.

As Blaine speaks confidently, Stratton is reaching forwards carefully, exchanging a tentative breath with the other stallion before pulling his head back and looking to his grey-white companion. He is impressed with how friendly she was, and assumed that she was either brave or smart enough to realized that this stranger meant them no harm. Still, it was best for the son of the swamp king to mind his tongue and be polite, else his father would skin him for disgracing the men of the lagoon.

It becomes his turn to talk, and he isn't entirely sure what to say. If he were to explain that he were from the lagoon and if he told the other man who he was, he was certain to drive out Blaine and Stratton as though they were common filth, and the champagne had decided that his new friend was better than that. �I was born on the commons- my mother and father live there.� His mother and father did not live together as a herd, but instead as two warring factions of the island- but no one needed to know that. Stratton would remain as illusive and mysterious as he needed to be for the time being.

html & character by Russell

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there is a crack in everything - By boomslang March 19, 2013 at 10:42:24 PM

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