zevulun |
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| SECONDARY | THIRD | |
| castillon | lir | |
jasper, micah, thames, lohan | ||
| hirka, eira, aura |
eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret lior, hael, atropa belladonna vernonia |
name, name, name |
| eriana, name, name |
*odette, eudora, *dolores adira |
name, name, name |
evrain (hills) sephiroth (thicket) bacardi (forest) mariael (arch) tyr & oswin (ridge) |
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- 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 | ||
Posted on August 9, 2013 at 06:21:00 PM by Iris
Wrapped in the warm glow of her parents' love, Iris sleeps soundly and securely in her nest among the tall, tickling grasses of the prairie, her dreams undisturbed by the events that are unfolding around her. Occasionally a brown ear will flick as refrain of her mother's soft voice is carried to her, and once she even huffs a deep sigh of contentment, her little muzzle reaching forward as if seeking to brush across a larger russet muzzle as her father's cheerful greeting rings out. Like her mother, there is no creature on earth whom the filly adores more than the blanketed stallion. Lacking the companionship of other children, Iris has compensated by forming a deeper bond with her sire and dam than many foals ever share. They are protectors and playmates, companions and caretakers. Her family and her everything. The grass cradle in which she sleeps parts with a soft whisper and Iris stirs, rousing from her slumber at the gentle caress of her father's muzzle. She knows it is him even before her warm brown eyes flutter open, greeting Gnome with a gentle sound that is reserved for him alone; a soft nicker in a voice that is as vibrant as his. Her head turns to brush her lips gently over the stallion's cheek in a return of his greeting, and then her long limbs shift in the grass, unfolding from beneath the filly to pull her frail form upright beside her father. For a moment she blinks blearily in the bright midday sun, her eyes - a carbon copy of her dam's - sweeping searching across the vast prairie. When they alight on what they had sought, her smile is briefly overcast by a frown of confusion, her small ears turning forward and a tentative step being taken in the direction of the stranger who dozes under the watchful gaze of her dam. Then she looks back at Gnome, her eyes questioning, beseeching; Iris has never seen someone who was not present at her birth, and the concept of a stranger is utterly foreign to her, and somewhat frightening. Her short tail dancing agitatedly through the air, the filly abruptly changes her mind, halting her curious advance to press herself closer to the comfortable familiarity of her sire instead. mare .. 0 years .. brown sabino blanket .. mutt .. 16.1 hands |
Replies:
- the world is on my side - By Gnome August 10, 2013 at 10:17:32 PM
- give up forever to touch you - By Iris August 14, 2013 at 03:19:01 PM
- the world is on my side - By Gnome August 28, 2013 at 03:43:01 AM
- give up forever to touch you - By Iris August 14, 2013 at 03:19:01 PM
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