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 08:55:02 PM by boomslang

Boomslang

It had been a long and lazy summer, of which Boomslang had done a whole lot of nothing. He�d stayed at home, in the Prairie, alone for the most part. The grullo stallion had spent most of his days rolling in the grass and staring at the ocean. His deeply introspective attitude was unusual, but the Klee Wyck and Kaden had had more of an impact on him than he�d first realized. Boomslang missed having foals around, and he longed for another child to call his own. But it was difficult to create a foal without a mare, and as of yet Boomslang hadn�t seemed to find anyone he was interested in procreating with. Even if he could boast of a herd �and he would, too, because the mares he lived with would be worth bragging about� there was no guarantee any of them would be interested in breeding with him, or vice versa.

Today he dozed in the sun near the ocean, smelling the brisk air that the wind carried to him while he relaxed. He hadn�t seen Pantera or Wren for awhile, and he missed them. He missed having consistent company. It was his own fault for holing up in the Prairie, and he could feel that itch building in him, the one that would eventually prompt him to leave the island and bumble around on the Crossing in an attempt to make more friends. Boomlang lifted his head with a sigh and saw, several meters away, another horse. It was most definitely not Twill, and, amazed at his own luck, the grullo stallion trotted forward to meet the other horse.

It was a stallion, speckled on his rump in a way that reminded Boomslang a little of Wren�s coat. The stranger seemed unconcerned and relaxed, and possibly unaware of (or indifferent to!) the fact that the Prairie was currently occupied. Boomslang wasn�t a particularly aggressive stallion, and as the newcomer didn�t seem to be leaving his mark all over the land, he didn�t see any reason to get huffy at him. "Is it tasty, mate?" he asked as he jogged to a stop near the other stallion, ears pointed at his guest in genuine curiosity.

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

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the world is on my side - By Gnome April 6, 2013 at 05:15:36 PM

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