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 09:13:03 PM by boomslang

Boomslang

Lately, Boomslang�s thoughts had drifted to his family. Not to his brothers and sisters, but to the sons and daughters he�d witnessed grow and mature several years ago. There had been one instance, too, of a child he knew was his own but was allowed not part in raising. What a handsome stallion he�d become, too, and as strong as the stallion he called father. But Boomslang knew who the colt�s real sire was, and it still pained him to not be able to tell the boy the truth. But the mare had forbidden it, out of fear for her son�s safety. He missed her, sometimes more than anyone else he�d ever known. On brisk autumn days like this, when the sun was warm but the breeze a bit cool, he almost imagined he could smell her in the air.

The stallion was lying on his side, neck stretched out with his eyes closed against the brightness of the day, when his reverie was interrupted by the casual hoofbeats of another horse. Boomslang opened his eyes and lifted his head a bit to see a gray mare standing no more than a foot, maybe two, away from him. As he watched, her body seemed to sink as she lowered herself down in the grass. The grullo had to twist his neck to keep her in sight, but once she�d laid down all the way it didn�t matter how he contorted himself: she was invisible. Almost, he wondered if he�d really seen another horse, but the tell-tale breathing of someone else was audible under the gentle shush of the grass.

Boomslang lay his head back down and rolled over, bringing himself closer to the mare without having to actually stand up, and rested himself on his side. Thus settled, he poked his nose through the small amount that separated the two of them and found her similarly reclined. "G�day, lady," he said, his voice hushed. Almost, he felt like they�d retreated from the world and were lost in an ocean of grass, secluded and alone. It was cozy. He wondered if he would ever see Wren again, and whether or not she�d hide with him below eye-level as he was so fond of doing when it was sunny. "Feels like a whole other world down here," he continued, and chuckled.

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

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i never thought you would go away - By jay April 4, 2013 at 04:51:40 PM

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