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 April 1, 2013 at 07:45:43 PM by boomslang

Boomslang

"Mind? Naw, not at all. I like seein� faces I recognize." He glanced at the filly as she was introduced, and wrinkled his nose in amusement at her name. Such a mouthful for such a little kid, but he didn�t doubt the filly would grow into it. Boomslang and all of his siblings certainly had. "Aye, but they�ve grown," he replied as his eyes returned to the curly-eared mare. They were joined then by a colt, one who was probably around the same age as Klee Wyck if he were anyone to judge (and he would be the first to admit he was no expert). Boomslang shifted to give the boy some room, uttering a low whicker in welcome as his eyes raised to stare across the empty Prairie in search of the colt�s mother. There was no one following the boy.

He introduced himself and offered a suggestion of where he was from, and Boomslang couldn�t help but chuckle at his exuberant attitude. It had been awhile since he�d been around foals, and he�d missed their energy. There was no experience quite like trying to raise a group of kids. The grullo stallion glanced at the filly, aware that neither of the two foals were his, and blew out a long breath to see her hiding behind her mother. Boomslang had always been so fascinated to see how children developed. He dipped his head toward Kaden and inhaled carefully along the curve of the boy�s neck, his lips hardly brushing the colt�s soft skin. "And I�m Boomslang, leader of the Prairie. Welcome. You say you�re from back thataway?" He lifted his head to point with his nose. The colt smelled of dense underbrush and loam. "Are you from the Forest or the Thicket?" Boomslang�s ears pushed forward and he grew still, alert for signs of the aggressive red stallion. He did not need to be on Vercingetorix�s bad side, and this child may have tipped the scales out of his favor.

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

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you need chaos in your soul - By kaden. April 1, 2013 at 10:06:51 PM

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